Page 18 of His Good Girl

My dress is a wreck—the top is all twisted and the skirt is hiked up to my waist. He looks down as his cum starts to slip out of me. Reaching down, Finn runs two fingers through it then shoves it back inside of me before righting my panties with a final pat. “You keep all of that inside of you. I want it coating you, the smell of me marking you, letting everyone know who you belong to tonight.” My breathing falters at those filthy words. It’s like my hottest fantasies came to life.

Fuck, I'm ready to go again.

The triumphant smile on his face tells me that my expression gave that thought away. Grinning up at him, I move to kiss him when he inhales sharply and grabs his head, looking panicked.

“Fucking hell, Alexis. I—we—you. Fuck, baby, I'm so sorry. I was so wild for you, I forgot about a condom.” He looks ready to come undone. Like guilt is consuming him.

Relief floods through me; for a second, I thought he regretted what we had done, and that would’ve broken me. Reaching for him, needing to comfort him, I grab his face between my hands, and silence his stammers, sweeping my tongue into his mouth. He meets it hesitantly, and I attempt to pour all the feelings inside of me into him through the kiss.

“I’m okay if you are, Finn. I haven’t been with anyone since my ex, months ago, and we always used protection, and I got tested afterward. Plus, I'm on the pill, and take it religiously, so we’re clear there too.”

The tension melts from him as he wraps his arms around me. “I’m clean too.”

“Well, then it’s all good that I rode you bareback, huh?”

The crinkle around his eyes as he smiles is everything. “Come on, Lex, I want to dance with you.” My heart flutters at his words as I let him lead me out of the bathroom and down to the dance floor.

25

FINN

I help Lex right her dress and we leave the bathroom hand in hand. As I lead her onto the dance floor, I force my mind to stay in the moment, not allowing myself to dissect what just happened and what it might mean. For now, I just want to enjoy Alexis, and soak in every touch, every kiss, just everything before the clock strikes midnight and it’s time to wake up. I hold her close to my body, making a little bubble for us, and sending a message to everyone else to keep away.

We dance for long enough that I'm sure I can drive us both home. Watching her slip into the passenger seat has my heart doing somersaults. There’s just something that feels so right with her. Why the fuck does it have to be this complicated? She shivers and I reach into the backseat to retrieve my suit coat, draping it around her. Lex smiles before burying her face in the collar, breathing deeply. Seeing her in my jacket gets me instantly hard and makes me picture her in my house, in my bed wearing only one of my shirts.

“You can pick the music, Lex.” I hand her my phone with the music app open. She grins, doing a little wiggle in the seat. I love the way she gets excited over little things. It makes me want to shower her with gifts and praise just to see the way she lights up. She finally picks a song and dances in her seat. I reach over and grasp her thigh, needing to touch her, not ready for this night to end. My cock is still hard as hell, and her smooth skin is too tempting. Slowly, I drag my fingers up and down her leg, letting them graze the inside of her thigh. She spreads them and shifts so my fingers slip even higher.

“You want something, Lex?” Drawing lazy circles on the inside of her thigh, I look her up and down.

“Finn,” she whines, sending a thrill through me. I could get addicted to hearing my name on her lips, begging for my touch. We come to the last stop light before we head onto the back roads. My eyes lock on hers, and she licks her lips and whimpers as my finger skims her panties. They are damp.

The light changes and I gun it, then reach over and hike her dress up. Lifting her hips, she helps me expose that fucking perfect pussy. Cursing the fact that I'm driving and can’t truly see her, I grab her possessively.

“Who does this pussy belong to tonight, Lex?”

“You.” The answer comes without any hesitation, a husky rasp that drives me mad.

“Take them off,” I command, giving her panties a tug, “and spread your legs for me, baby.” She quickly kicks off her shoes then shimmies out of her lacy thong. She reclines her seat slightly, spreading her legs as much as she can. I run my finger up and down through her slick folds, remembering the way I had shoved my cum back inside her earlier. I groan before dipping a finger inside of her, gathering our releases on it. Then I pull out and circle her clit lightly. Lex is already panting, lifting her hips, chasing the pressure and friction. I keep making smooth circling swipes around her clit, before sliding back through her lips again but not pressing inside.

“Finn, please. I need—” Her words break off as I sink two fingers into her and she grabs her own hair.

“What do you need, Lex? Use your words, baby girl, I want to hear it.” She just breathes and squirms in the seat. I pull my hand from her and her angry grunt draws a dark chuckle from me.

“Words or it stops.”

“Make me fucking cum, Finn!”

Satisfaction fills me. “Put your foot on the door, Lex. Open up for me.” She lifts her right foot into the ridge of the door. I let my eyes leave the road for just a second, and as we pass a streetlight, I get a quick glance at her sweet pink pussy all wet and ready for me. I reward her words with two fingers plunging into her wet pussy, pumping into her hard. The wet sounds are obscene and dirty, driving me fucking out of my mind. I adjust my palm to grind against her clit. She’s moaning, her breaths coming in short gasps. She is close, her walls fluttering around my fingers.

“Yes, Finn, just like that. Fuck, you feel so good. I'm so fucking...” I press in deep, crooking my fingers to rub on the sensitive spot inside her while bearing down on her clit with my palm. With nothing to bite or smother her cries, she comes, shouting my name as fluid gushes from her, soaking my hand and the seat.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Finn! I’m so sorry. That has never happened. Fuck, your car!”

Unwilling to listen to her apologize for what just happened, I swerve onto the shoulder, probably faster than it is safe, but desperate to make her understand. As soon as the car stops, I throw it into park and reach for her. Taking her chin in my fingers and bringing her to face me.

“Never, and I mean never fucking apologize for taking your pleasure, baby. That was the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen.” She smiles, melting at my words. Her face is flushed and her eyes are shining. She is gorgeous beyond words. Unable to resist, I capture her lips for a bruising kiss. We come apart, and without taking my eyes from hers, I dip my fingers between her legs, running them through her center, coating them in her release. Bringing them to my mouth, I suck them clean as she watches me.

This girl, no, this woman, is dangerous. She bewitches me, daring me to lose control, to lose myself in her again. I don’t, I can’t. Instead, I watch her, drinking in the way her swollen lips, puffy from our kiss, part, and her breath stutters. My eyes track the slow spreading of the flush from her cheeks, down to her chest. I did that. It’s a heady feeling; the satisfaction hits me hard.