Page 110 of Bourbon Deceit
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m giving my vagina a tickle. Keep talking, your voice alone will make me come all over my damn fingers.
“Fuck, Goldie. What did I tell you about touching yourself? Who does that pussy belong to?”
I heard her huff out a breath. “Well, since it’s attached to my little v-section here I would say me, but by the tone in your voice, I guess I have to say you.”
“You have to say?”
“God, you’re demanding tonight.”
“Who does your pussy belong to, little one?” I asked between clenched teeth.
“You,” she said breathlessly, still shifting.
“Goldie! Are you still touching yourself?”
“What?! No . . .”
“Do you know what happens to liars?”
“They climax while their boyfriend tells them how much he would love to eat them out?”
I shook my head and held back the smile that was trying to cross my face.
“They’re brought to the edge of orgasm while being tied down and then they never fall over because they are left hanging . . . for the night.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I so fucking would, so remove your hand from that delicious pussy of yours.”
She moaned into the phone as her breath picked up.
“Goldie,” I reprimanded.
“Oh . . . God . . .” she breathed out. “I wish you were here, sucking on my hard nipples right now. They’re so fucking hard, Jett.”
I gripped the back of my neck as I took a deep breath of frustration—frustration over not being able to be the one who brought my girl to orgasm. My erection from just hearing her breath pressed against the zipper of my pants and I shifted in my seat to get a little more comfortable.
I pressed the intercom to my driver and said, “Drive around until I’m ready to go back to the club.”
Thankfully the limo I was in was completely closed off from the public and my driver. I unclasped my belt and pulled down my pants until my erection sprang free.
“Please tell me that was your zipper that I just heard.”
“Do you have something you have to say to me?” I asked as I started stroking myself. My head fell back as images of Goldie ran through my mind.
“I’m so fucking here to submit to you, Jett. God, I want you so bad.”
“Tell me, little one. Are you naked?”
“I am.”
“How do the sheets feel against your gorgeous naked body?”
“Not as good as your hands would feel.”
“Where would you want me to touch you?”
Her breathing hitched. “I want you to play with my nipples. I swear if nipples could have blue balls, mine would have the biggest blue balls known to man. They’re just begging for your touch, for your fingers to roll them and then for your mouth to claim them.”
