The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 41: Dinner

Chapter 41: Dinner

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. NOT APPROPRIATE FOR MINORS.]

"I was hard the whole time, sweetheart."

Fil pressed her lips together, feeling the heat on her palm through the fabric of his trousers. Her cheeks heat up, swallowing a mouthful of air. Jackson was telling the truth. He was hard, and his bulge felt as though it was screaming to be freed.

"I’ll use you... again," she whispered, eyes locked with his. "I need you so I can figure things out."

A glint flickered across his eyes as they drooped dangerously. "That’s more like it," he dawdled seductively, leaning forward.

Fil drew a deep breath, closing her eyes as she anticipated his soft lips on hers. The wait wasn’t long as he sucked in her breath, claiming her lips as gently as he could. She could feel his excitement and restraint as he bit her lower lips, his hand creeping up the side of her neck and jaw.

Fil leaned her head back, crawling her hands around his body. She clasped his back, spreading her legs slightly as he positioned a foot between them.

This wasn’t in her plans.

Sleeping with Jackson was supposed to be a one-time thing — a one-night stand. Even when she called him an hour ago to join him for dinner, being intimate with him was not in her plans. However, coming in here and seeing Vincent reminded her of the bitter memory that almost slipped from her mind.

She would never forgive Vincent. Or Marianne. Or everyone who took part in their infidelity.

Fil wanted Vincent to suffer just as much as her. She wanted him to know what that virulent pill they fed her tasted like. If she was going to do that, she might as well do it with the man she surrendered her innocence with instead of sleeping around with different men. Fil didn’t think she could stomach that.

"Hah..." A deep and quiet moan slipped past her lips, her head a little light at the sensation embracing her body, mind, and soul. She fluttered her eyelashes weakly, stretching her neck as Jackson nibbled on her neck.

’Oh, god,’she mentally moaned, feeling his hand creep underneath her skirt. ’He will really do it here.’

Her cheek turned even redder at the thought, glancing at the door. A mix of panic and nervousness crept into her heart, dreading that someone would come. When she saw a shadow standing in front of the door, she clasped his shoulder blade.

"Someone..." she muttered, only for her breath to hitch when his fingertips slid down her slit. Fil forcibly looked at him, only for him to claim her lips once more. "Jack —"

Her lips parted, and he bit her bottom lips. Her grip on his shoulder blade tightened, her entire body quivering as he slowly pushed a finger inside of her.

"No one’s coming," he whispered, drawing his head back slightly to see her expression. The side of his lips curled up into a mischievous smirk, licking his lips as if she was some type of dessert he had been craving for.

Fil raised her brows, glancing at the door on instinct. The person standing outside was gone, probably because the attendant sensed there was something they shouldn’t see inside.

"Move."

She looked back at him, confused. "Move?"

Jackson moved a little, swiftly clearing the table with his arm. However, he was careful enough not to make them fall. He simply cleared the area where his dinner would be.

"Huh?" Fil furrowed her brows, but before she could raise a question, his lips were on hers once more. His hand continued to massage her petals, consistently raising her arousal. Before she knew it, Fil felt her back against the hard surface of the table.

Jackson straightened his back once more, admiring her lying on the table. His lips parted in awe; her dress was a little disheveled, exposing her upper chest. Her face was red, her hair was a little all over the place, and a thin layer of tears coated her lustful pair of beautiful amethyst. Just looking at her alone was enough to seduce him. When his eyes fell lower, her skirt was pulled up, and standing in between her legs, he could perfectly see her exposed lady. Her underwear was stuck around her legs, appearing more like a tie that restrained her from spreading her legs wider.

She was hot.

"Oh, Fil," he breathed out, squeezing her thigh before caressing it down. He held her ankle up, keeping his eyes on her as he planted a kiss on it. "You’re making me very happy."

Jackson kissed his way up to her thigh. Upon reaching for the underwear on her thigh, he bit its garter down. Fil bit her lips in embarrassment but was not embarrassed enough to stop him. If anything, she... wanted to relieve herself. The anticipation was killing her, making her feel this impatience she never felt before.

"Jack..." she called, making him pause and look up at her. "... please."

His eyes lit up, making him move his face closer to hers. "Sweetheart, you’re making me a boring man," he quipped, planting another peck on her lips. "If I put it in now, I’ll have to give you back to your fiance. Let him wait... just like how you waited that day while wondering what he was doing in such a private place with another woman."

Fil closed her eyes, her breathing growing jagged as he kissed her neck once more. All she could think of was how his hand massaged her petals and how wet she became the more he did it. What she didn’t know was that Jackson was in a dilemma.

Should he give her a hickey in places Vincent could see? Or leave it for later?

Irritated that he had to consider things, Jackson bit her shoulder a little harder.

"Ah!" Fil squirmed a little, but surprisingly, she liked it. It wasn’t just her, but Jackson also felt her honeypot overflow more after that bite.

"Do we have a little masochist here?" he humored under his breath, grinning against her skin as he went down to her chest. "We’ll have a lot of fun if a little pain pleasures you, sweetheart."

Fil clenched her teeth as she held her breath. Looking down, she gulped a mouthful as she saw him staring straight at her precious lady up close.

"No, Jack, that..." she whispered, only for her breath to hitch when she felt his tongue lick her slit from the bottom all the way up. Her eyes shone, reflecting fireworks at the sensation happening in her nether region.

That was... sensational.

Follow current novℯls on f(r)eewebnov𝒆l