Good Girl Gone Wild: When Lust Turns to Passion... (Good and Wild) by Dominica Dark

sight of her body in
plain white cotton panties and a sensible bra. Slightly disheveled, she looked
at him, his briefs a mere scrap of material, barely covering him in his
arousal. She licked her lips, made fuller by his earlier assault on it, and
Nick felt his cock twitch at the gesture. He stepped closer, allowing her to
touch him through the thin grey cloth, and his manhood responded to her fingers
in a way that made her smile in satisfaction.
    “Oh,
my,” she murmured, devouring him with her eyes.
    I
make him this big , she
thought, forcing herself to trace the outline of shaft slowly when all she
wanted was to pull his briefs off. Nick shuddered, eyes shut, moaning at the
maddening sensation of her finger running down the length of his throbbing
manhood.  It was a strange mix of bursting need and pleasure, and he tortured
himself by imagining how tight and wet she would be when he finally entered
her.
    Christine
finally hooked her fingers on the elastic of his underwear, letting his manhood
out of its confinement, and he was formidable indeed. She squirmed as she felt
her sex moistening up at the sight, the muscles of her inner thighs jumping in
anticipation. Nick joined her on the bed, pushing her legs up so he was between
her legs. He pressed forward, letting his engorged member push against her
panties, and Christine was suddenly dry-mouthed at how hard he was. She
imagined that he would simply push right through the thin fabric, and the
thought made her pant, her breasts sheaving up and down rapidly. She clamped
her mouth on a moan, her eyes feverish with desire.
    Nick
leaned down, teasing her nipples with his teeth to hardness through the fabric
of her bra, and one hand pulled down the strap to reveal one breast, then the
other, and he licked the sensitive nipples until she felt like screaming.
    “Nick…”
she whispered, writhing under his weight, her hands convulsively gripping the
covering quilt of the bed. The insistent pressure against her cloth-clad sex
was driving her insane; she so wanted him to plunge it in and rub her arousal
to oblivion. “Oh, Nick, please!”
    He
raised burning eyes to her face and the pressure against her pussy was suddenly
off as he moved back. She experienced a feeling of loss that was replaced by
shock as he actually ripped her panties apart, the tattered remains still
clinging to her. She gasped, her heart pounding at the sheer brutality of the
act, and felt both scared and exhilarated as he flipped her over, ripping the
remaining cloth to reveal her bare ass.  He moved between her legs again and roughly
lifted her hips, so that he was straddling her from the back. Christine felt
his fingers groping her, marking her slit before he slid smoothly into her.
    Christine,
face turned to one side, blinked at the unfamiliar feel of him taking her from
behind, and then the pressure started to build up as he thrust into her in a
completely different way. He was supporting himself by grasping her hips as he moved,
alternately pulling and pushing her as he penetrated and withdrew, slowly at
first, then faster. She began to moan as her excitement escalated with each
downward swoop, and she struggled to a kneeling position so she could feel him
more.
    “Oh,
yes!” she moaned as her sex throbbed harder. Nick’s hands left her hips, and
she felt him fold his torso over her as he groped her breasts, squeezing as his
strokes grew slower but went deeper. He stopped, his panting breath stirring
the short hair on her neck, increasing her arousal.
    “Don’t
stop!” she begged, trying to move against him.
    “I
have to, I’m very close,” he said hoarsely, and she could feel his thighs
tensing in effort. His fingers were pulling her nipples, twisting slightly as
he kneaded her breasts. It was exquisitely painful and erotically pleasurable,
and she suddenly climaxed, bucking, her ass slamming into him, and he was
startled into thrusting again. He cried out and she felt him come even as