Flirting With The Good Girl

Err ... Cock what?

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~Flirting With The Good Girl~

#1 Forever With The Good Girl

Chapter32: Err ... Cock What?

*Jacob Parkers*

"I could make your bed rock."

"Like Young Money?"

"Perhaps, or like your greatest fantasy."

That seems to make her blush, leaving me breathless.

For the past week all she seems to have been doing is blushing but it will never become of annoyance.

I love the way her blushes make her glow with warmth, but mostly, I love the way she tries to hide her face.

She'll move her hands to cover her face and begin to squeal when I try and force her to look at me.

"Don't be embarrassed." I say pulling her into me. She buries her head in my chest and suppresses a laugh.

"Then don't give me a reason."

I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head, aware of the ring on her left hand and the way it shines in the light.

I smile and take her hand in mine. She looks up at me to see my eyes gazing at her ring.

"It's beautiful, Jacob."

I kiss her hand and say, "And expensive."

She pulls away from me with a burst of laughter.

I watch as she twirls around the room with a glow to her. She doubles over in laughter. "Only you, Jake!"

I catch her by the hand as she twirls around me. Pulling her quickly to me, she pushes herself off the floor to wrap her legs around my waist.

She looks down at me, her long hair flowing all around her face. "Only you."

I smile and press my lips to hers. Her soft lips move in sync with mine, making me remember the night I proposed to her.

Ethan and Garret had left -Garret reluctant to because he knew of our intentions. But Jessica and I had never made it that far.

I promised her we wouldn't until our wedding night ... why did I make that promise, I don't know?

Thinking back to it makes me realize how big of an idiot I am. I've wanted this girl in so many ways and I've basically threw having her body off the table.

I tightly squeeze her body to mine and carry us to the couch.

Laying her on her back, I move in between her legs and plant soft kisses against her neck.

She leans her head back to give me more access. Her legs wrap around my waist once again to pull us closer. She runs her fingers through my hair, tugging lightly when I gently bite her neck.

"Be a good boy, Jake." She said with a voice full of lust. She says this because of the promise but honestly that's the only promise I wouldn't mind breaking -the only broken promise that would leave us both satisfied.

"But you know I'm not."

I don't let her respond because I quickly slam my lips to hers.

I felt her hands move to my shirt, gripping it tightly as if debating whether or not she should take it off.

When I bit her bottom lip, she bascially ripped my shirt off. I sat up to throw it on the floor just as her hands began to work with my belt eagerly.