Page 46 of Good Girls Beg

"It's okay to admit I turned you on," I said. "I could have put on another romcom and you'd still be aroused sitting in the same room with me."

"Definitely not," she said. "Your personality is a turnoff." She glanced away toward the screen.

"You're a terrible liar, Teddie Ward," I told her. "Why are you denying you're attracted to me? It's not a bad thing, you know?"

"That's a matter of opinion," she said without looking at me. "I don't usually go for assholes."

"'Usually' being the key word here," I said. "Also, since you're single, I'd have to suggest your choices weren't great up until this point. Maybe assholes are exactly your type and you didn't know it. Or you knew it, but you didn't want to admit it because you're stubborn."

When she didn't respond, I continued. "Right now you're thinking you want my fingers inside you, aren't you?"

“No," she lied, because she was thinking it the moment I suggested it. Probably before that. She was only human after all. I’d been thinking about it since we met.

"Would you prefer my tongue?" I asked. "I'm told I know what to do with it."

She snorted softly. "Did you tell yourself that?"

I laughed. "No, it was the countless women I've given orgasms too with my talented tongue. And men."

She glanced back at me, surprised. The look only lasted a moment before it was gone.

Of course, a woman raised by two men who were together wouldn't judge me for my preferences. Not unless she was judging them for theirs, which I knew she wouldn't do. She genuinely loved both of them, and they loved her. If I was sentimental, I'd say they'd done a good job raising her. But I'm not sentimental, so I won't.

We watched the movie in silence for a few more minutes before I spoke again.

"You only have to ask. Say, yes, or better yet, please, and I'll give you the orgasm you need."

I'd seen her shifting on the couch. I had to give her credit for not getting up and walking away. Instead, she sat with me while we both got more and more turned on.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she asked. "You want me to beg?"

"There's no shame in it," I said. "Good girls beg."

"Maybe I'm not a good girl," she suggested.

"Oh, you definitely are," I told her. "You won't be by the time we're finished with you, but for now you are. Very much so."

Part of me felt bad for my part in dragging her into all of this. If she had any idea what or who she was getting involved with, she might have decided it was better to let her fathers’ bar go under.

But she had gotten involved, and I was going to see it through to the end along with her, even if it meant breaking her in the process.

If I wasn't listening, I would have missed hearing her next word. She said it in barely a breath. "Please."

A moment later, I was scooting over on the couch and undoing the front of her shorts. She lifted her hips while I pulled them down her thighs. She wore pink and white panties with little flowers on them.

"Cute," I remarked.

She shook her head. "I didn't plan for this."

"That was your first mistake, sweetheart," I said, pulling the gusset of her panties aside to expose her beautiful pussy. "Always be prepared for this."

I ran my thumb up and down her seam, grazing over her clit. Making her move her hips, seeking more. I gave her more.

I rubbed the heel of my hand on her clit while sliding a finger inside her, up to my knuckle. Instantly making my finger warm and wet, encased in her. She smelled as good as I’d imagined. Better. Fucking intoxicating.

"Fuck, you feel good," I whispered.

I'd had my hands in lots of other women, but none felt like her. I couldn't figure it out, but she felt different somehow. Like my fingers belonged inside her.