“Perfect,” I said, as her eyes widened at my brazenness. “Now, take my cock and guide it into your pussy. The minute I am fully inserted in you, I will no longer be gentle and no longer take it slow. I am going to pound into you like you deserve, so you finally realize that I don’t play fucking games.” She nodded. “I want you to know, no matter how hard my dick pounds into you, no matter how raw my cock annihilates your sweet pussy, you are not to look away from me. I want to see and feel your eyes on mine at all times. Do you understand me?”
Once again, she nodded her head and obeyed my wishes. Taming such a wild one, a mustang, gave me complete satisfaction as she reached between my legs and followed my every demand.
The tip of my cock pressed against her entrance and I sucked in a deep breath at the moment of no return, as she guided me in slowly. The sensations running through my body were indescribable. It was hard for me not to acknowledge the fact that it felt like Goldie was made especially for me, formed to my build, my touch. She was snug all around me and just tight enough that I wasn’t hurting her, fucking perfection bottled up in a honey-haired, smart-mouthed, maneater.
She moaned as she threw her head back, causing me to automatically pull all the way out of her.
She snapped her head up and looked at me with a question. “What are you doing?” Desperation laced her eyes.
“What did I tell you about looking at me?”
“Shit…,” she muttered.
“That is your warning, little one. Another blunder like that and you won’t like how your night ends.”
Nodding and reaching for my cock again, I let her guide me back in as she glued her eyes to me. I watched every feeling and sensation run through her eyes as I fully inserted myself. I saw the struggle she played with herself as she trained her eyes to look at mine.
“Mmmm….fuck,” she muttered, as I watched her eyes glass over. I did have to agree with her feeling, fuck was right. I couldn’t believe how sensual it felt to be encased by Goldie’s inner walls.
“Hold onto the comforter above your head and don’t turn away from me; I want to see what I do to you. I want to see you combust.” She nodded as she braced herself for my attack.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled out and then slammed into her quickly, eliciting an “oh” from her mouth as I continued to slowly pull out and then thrust harshly back into her. My movement went along with the song that was blaring through my speakers which was purely instrumental…A mix a friend put together for me once.
Goldie’s breasts flew upward as I slammed into her again, making me harder than I thought was possible. The way I felt every fiber of her inner walls contract around me and milk me to the point of no return was unlike any sensation I’d ever felt.
Her mouth flew open in silence as I picked up the pace, losing any kind of rhythm I once had because, the minute she squeezed her inner walls around me, I lost all control and I needed her more than I needed air to breathe, so I took what was mine. I gripped the backs of her legs, spread them wide, and jammed myself into her soft center with my fucking rock hard cock.
A strangled cry escaped her mouth as her eyes briefly shut, but then instantly popped open when she realized what she did. I was too far gone to even think about punishing her. I had to finish off; there was no stopping me now as I felt my balls tighten, preparing for an orgasm.
“God…fuck me, Jett. Fuck me!” she screamed as she fell over the precipice into an oblivion of pleasure. Her inner walls spasmed around me and that was all it took. A low, guttural grunt escaped my mouth as I exploded into the lithe little body I held in my arms. I continued to pump into her as my orgasm drew on, until every last drop left my unrelenting body.
“Thank fuck,” she said, as she draped her arm over her face, breathing erratically.
I laughed to myself as I saw how well I was able to tame the once-wild-mouthed girl. She was completely sated.
After a few minutes of reining in our composure and gathering our clothes, I walked her to the door of the Bourbon Room, a completely satisfied woman.
“Thanks handsome,” she said, as she placed her hand on my bare chest. I looked down at her and smiled.
“Isn’t it better just to obey?”
“Now, where’s the fun in that?”
Vixen!
I grabbed her hand that was on my chest and rubbed her knuckles with my thumb. I pulled her closer and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. The minute my lips connected with her skin, I surprised the fuck out of myself, because I never kissed the girls…ever, but at that moment, it felt like the right thing to do. What I wanted to do…fuck.
She smiled back up at me and then turned to head down the stairs.
Realization hit me like a cold bucket of ice; I was opening myself up to Goldie and I didn’t even realize it. She was snaking her maneating ways under my skin and I was allowing for it to happen. I pushed the disturbing thoughts out of my mind as I decided to make plans for tomorrow…plans I knew I shouldn’t make, but there was nothing stopping me; I needed more time with her.
Chapter Thirty One
“Lovesong”
Goldie/Lo
We had a day off, which I was happy about, because it gave me some time to work on my artwork. Most of the time when I was drawing, I felt rushed in between my workouts and practice sessions, thanks to Kace’s annoying schedule and always having to be on time. Most days, I had a high amount of anxiety rolling through my body, wondering if I forgot something, missed a practice or just forgot to put a damn mask on. Thankfully, my phone was programed specifically to let me know when I had something planned, so I didn’t miss much. Unfortunately, I came to dread the sound erupting from my phone, letting me know I had to be somewhere. I changed the alert tone on my phone to Darth Vader’s musicality, informing me that the “oh so powerful” Kace was beckoning me.
I was washing off my fingers from the charcoal I was working with when there was a light knock at my door.
“Come in.”
My door popped open and Jett walked in. Shock and confusion ran through my head as I tried to think why he was standing in my room. If he ever needed to see me, I was always beckoned, he never came looking for me.
Even though I was confused as hell and slightly worried that he was handing me my walking papers, I couldn’t help but take in his casual attire. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, showing off his tanned and oh-so-toned calves, a deep blue polo where the sleeves caressed his biceps perfectly and his hair was its normal style which always made me want to mess it up.
“May I come in?” he asked, as he stood in the doorway.
“Of course, it’s your house.” I smiled as I dried my hands on a towel. “What’s up? You’re not firing me are you? Was I that bad in the sack last night? God…that would be embarrassing, asked to leave once you stick your dick in me. I would be mortified.” I stopped for a second and looked up at his impassive face and I blanched from my thoughts. “Oh God, you are here to send me on my way. Well fuck…”
Jett stepped forward and grabbed my hands. His thumbs rubbed against my knuckles like he did last night and a cool warmth spread through my body.
“I am not here to send you on your way. I am here to see if you would accompany me for the day.”
I wish there was a camera watching us because I know the look on my face read, what-the-ever-living-fuck and shit-I-just-pissed-myself. I felt my nose crinkle in confusion as I tried to understand what he just asked me.
“Accompany you…as in an escort?”
A genuine laugh escaped his mouth as he shook his head no. He ran his hand through his hair and then looked down at me with sincerity. “I would like to take you out…you know…on a date.”
He struggled as he said the word date, so at that moment, I could tell the poor guy was out of his element. So was I, though, because I couldn’t remember the last time a guy took me out.