Page 7 of Bourbon Deceit
Fuck. She was breaking my heart. Where was my fun-loving Goldie?
Lifting her chin to look at me I said, “Do you want this session to end?”
“No!” she said quickly and scooted closer on my lap, brushing her still-wet pussy against my cock. Damn tease.
“Then stop feeling sorry for yourself. You might be a Jett Girl but you’re still in training. You still have a lot to learn.”
She nodded her head and said, “What can I do to make this up to you?”
I took a second to think about her question. What could she do? Images of every which way I could take her flashed before me until one stood out in my mind. “Turn around on my lap and put me inside you,” I breathed into her ear.
With determination to make it up to me, she stood up, grabbed my cock as she hovered over my legs and lowered herself, slowly inserting my cock into her heat. Fuck, she was tight and wet and fucking perfect.
“Lean against my chest,” I talked into her ear. “And place your head on my shoulder.” She did as told and I looked over her body, taking in her beautiful curves.
Running my hands up her body, I grabbed her breasts and said, “Move your hips up and down and tell me how close you are right before you come. I want you to get to the edge but don’t you dare have an orgasm without my permission. Do you understand?”
She nodded her head and started moving her hips up and down, using my chest as leverage. My hands wandered her body slowly, one hand focusing on her breasts and the other moving dangerously low to tease her. Once my hand hit her mound, she released a deep moan from the depth of her throat. It was feral, erotic, and everything I could hope for.
The way she moved up and down on me had my balls starting to beg for release. It was only three days since I’d last consumed her, but those three days were torture knowing Goldie was sitting at home waiting for me.
“God, I missed you,” she confessed as she gripped my thighs and started moving faster.
I nipped at her earlobe and brushed my scruff against her sensitive skin. “I missed you,” I admitted in the heat of the moment, as I felt myself climb to the edge of falling over.
I couldn’t feel my legs as she continued to pump up and down. I was going to fucking come before her and I couldn’t have that, so I ran my hand down her stomach and put pressure on her clit. Her mouth flew open wide and a silent cry escaped her.
“I’m going to come,” she announced breathlessly. “Please let me come.”
I bit her earlobe and said, “Come for me.”
My plan was to edge her out, to play with her pussy until she was crying, begging for release, but after not seeing her, being without her for three days, I needed this just as much as she did.
Her cries echoed in the glass shower as she pumped me like a machine. In a matter of seconds, my eyes were shut tight, letting no light in. My dick was squeezed by her inner walls and I thrashed over the edge, my hips pumping feverously. My cock stilled and a euphoric burst shot through me, landing deep with in my core.
Shit.
My heart pounded as I tried to regain feeling in my legs after the explosive release I’d just had, but with Goldie still on me, it was taking longer than expected.
Spent, I lifted Goldie off me, cleaned us both up, and turned off the water. Loving how she looks wet, I wrapped a terry cloth robe around her and tied a knot at her waist. She looked up at me with such adoration, that I knew at that moment I was getting lost in her, easily.
I pressed my hand against her face and cupped her cheek. “Thank you, little one, for trying for me. I know sometimes my style is against your nature, but I appreciate you trying.”
“Anything for you, Jett.”
I gripped her chin and placed a very gentle kiss on her lips before pulling away.
“Sweet dreams, little one. Get some sleep.”
Every time I left her to herself, there was a flit of pain that curtained her beautiful face, the type of pain that begged for me to stay. Hell, I thought about staying, I thought about asking her to spend the night with me. But even though Goldie was etching a hole in my black heart, I still had my boundaries, and sleeping in the same bed was a boundary I wouldn’t be crossing. There was a reason no one but me had seen my bedroom: because there was a line in my life that no one was allowed to cross, not even a sassy, foul-mouthed, honey-haired girl, no matter how much she plagued my mind.
Chapter Three
“Pour Some Sugar on Me”
LO
“Someone seems to be in a good mood,” Babs said as she ran next to me on the treadmill.
