Page 47 of Good Girls Beg

With that in mind, I added another, filling her a little more, my hand pressed harder against her clit, rubbing up and down, slowly.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"I need more," she whispered.

"Do you want another finger inside you?" I asked. I caught the hint of a nod and did as she asked, pressing a third finger inside her and stroking her, watching her carefully for her response. Searching for exactly the right spot.

She gasped when I found it. "There," she whispered. "Right there."

I shut out everything around me, focused all of my attention on that exact spot. Hitting her right with every stroke. Staying with her while she bucked against my hand.

The only thing I knew was her and her gasps. Her breath hitching when I worked her a little harder. I could almost feel her heart racing as she drew closer and closer to coming.

Part of me wanted to edge her, to keep her waiting before she orgasmed, but most of me was desperate to once again hear the sounds she made when she came. So desperate I listened intently for any change in her moans.

There. There it was. A slightly higher pitch, a touch more breathless. And then a long, low moan as she came, rocking against me.

I struggled to keep up with her, but I managed, working that exact spot deep inside her, drawing out her orgasm for every precious moment. Continuing to stroke her all the way through her orgasm and down the other side. I was almost as breathless as her by the time she flopped back against the couch, panting lightly.

"I forgot to mention I also have a talented hand," I said.

I slid it out of her before pressing it between my lips and sucking my fingers clean, tasting her salty release on my tongue. "You taste better than salted caramel popcorn."

"That was…” she whispered.

"Yeah, it was," I said. "It's getting late. We should turn in."

Without another word, I picked up the remote, turned off the big screen, and strode out of the room, leaving her to sit alone in the dark.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

TEDDIE

What the fuck?

I sat stunned for a few moments before pulling my shorts back into place.

As I pushed myself to my feet, I knocked the empty popcorn bowl onto the floor. It landed with a clatter and rolled off into the corner of the room. I should pick it up, but I was too pissed off right now to bother. If I did, I’d throw it at Fade’s stupid head. Chances were, the bowl would break. I didn’t need that added to my total.

So I left it there and stepped out of the room, into the living area that made up the center of the house.

Just as I did, Fade's door closed with a click. Another click quickly followed. The lock being engaged. Did he think I was planning to follow him in and yell at him?

I glared at the closed door until the sound of rushing water came from somewhere behind the walls. The asshole walked away and had a shower like nothing happened. As if he hadn't gotten me off while watching that fucking movie.

I didn't know what irritated me more, the way he'd walked away, or how talented his hands really were. Not just that. He'd listened to me when I told him what I needed. For a moment, it almost seemed like he gave a shit. Like he wanted me to feel good. That I mattered to him.

Of course I didn't. The only thing he cared about was screwing with me.

Most of all, I was pissed off at myself. I got caught up in the moment and lowered my walls. I let my attraction to him, and the mood of the movie, get the better of me. I should have been stronger and smarter than that.

"You're an idiot," I told myself.

Okay, more than a little of the words and scathing tone were directed at Fade Mitchell. Him and his stupid rule. Did Hel and Oak know about it? I presumed they did. They seemed to have access to the app as well. Did they have a chuckle over this one, or hadn't they seen it yet? If they hadn't, they soon would.

Honestly, I wasn't looking forward to seeing their faces in the morning, knowing they were aware of what I couldn't do to myself.

On the other hand, I didn't need to worry about breaking this rule. I was satisfied for now, thanks to fucking Fade. If she could, my pussy would be purring right now. She better not be thinking about begging for more from him. If Fade thought he was going to drive me crazy, he'd have to think again.