Page 71 of The Good Girl Effect

“Camille,” I say in a warning. This is dangerous. We’re about to cross another line; I can feel it. It’s all moving too fast, and I don’t care anymore.

I want to believe that in this quiet space, in the middle of the night, between just us, rules and boundaries don’t matter.

“Let me make you feel good,” she whispers as she rises up. Her hands move to the button of my pants, and when I hear the zipper go down, there’s not a reason in the world I could think of that would be good enough to stop her.

My head falls backward on the couch as all the blood in my body courses straight into my cock. Filled with heat and arousal,I shut out the world as Camille reaches into my pants and wraps her hand around me.

I let out a groan as she softly strokes my cock to life. “That feels good,” I mumble under my breath.

Within a second, it’s rock hard and throbbing. Panicking, I grab her hand to stop her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I say in a raspy whisper. “What I did to you today was under very different circumstances. When we’re in a scene, it’s one thing, but this?—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” she replies as she pulls my hand away. I look down, feeling the tension and pain etched into my features. She rubs a hand down my thigh as if she can see into my mind. “It’s just us.”

Those three words feel like water being doused on the fire of anxiety inside me.

It is just us.

We are the only two people in this room. We might as well be the only two people in the world.

With her hand wrapped around my cock, she gazes up at me as she leans down and runs her tongue around the head. I let out a low growling sound as I watch her slather my length in saliva.

“Oh God, Camille,” I groan.

Burying my hand in her hair, I keep my eyes on her as she takes me into her mouth. I almost can’t believe what is happening. And it’s not just the sensation of warm, wet heaven that drives me wild but the look of eager desire on her face as she does it.

Camille yearns for me the same way I yearn for her. She wants this, not as a duty or gift but because it brings her pleasure too.

“You like that, little bird?” I manage to utter as I watch her bob her head up and down on my shaft.

She hums around my cock as she nods her head.

“You love my fat cock stuffed in that little mouth of yours?”

My filthy words seem to excite her, and she rises up, moving faster and tightening her lips around me. Her tongue swirls around the head, hitting the most sensitive spot that makes my hips jerk and my heart hammer harder in my chest.

“Fuck,” I groan, throwing my head back and surrendering myself to the sensation. “Don’t stop, little bird.”

I’m lost in the euphoria. She is so perfect, so beautiful, somine.

With her small hand wrapped around the base, she keeps up her motion, drawing my body tighter and tighter. Any moment, I’ll explode.

But I don’t want this moment to end. Because I know once it’s over, she’ll return to her role as the person off-limits to me. And we will step back over to the safe side of this line we were never supposed to cross.

She pulls her mouth from my cock, kissing the shaft as she mumbles softly, “Don’t hold back. Give it all to me.”

I squeeze her hair in my hand, fighting the urge to come.

“Where are you going to take it? On your face or in your mouth?” I ask.

She grins up at me wickedly. “Wherever you want it.”

“Don’t,” I say, moving my hand from her hair to her jaw. “Don’t be so perfect. I can’t fucking take it.”

My praise practically makes her glow. Then she returns her sinful mouth to my cock, sucking and stroking, and all I have to do is imagine my cum dirtying her perfect face, and it sends me reeling into my orgasm.

“I’m coming, little bird,” I say in a strained tone. With my hand on her jaw, I pull her mouth from my dick and stroke myself quickly. I’m washed away by pleasure as my cock shoots white spurts of my seed all over her face. The first drop lands across her cheek and then the next on her lips.