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“Mmm . . .fuck,” she muttered. In fasctination, 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 and 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 inside her. My movement went along with the song that was blaring through my speakers, which was purely instrumental.
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 just 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 while my orgasm drew on, until every last drop left my unrelenting body.
“Thank fuck,” she said, her arm draped over her face, breathing erratically.
I laughed to myself. I was able to tame the once-wild-mouthed girl, finally. 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. She placed her hand on my bare chest, a smirk on her face. I couldn’t help it, I looked down at her and smiled.
“Isn’t it better just to obey?” I ran my thumb over her lip.
“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 man-eating ways under my skin, and I was allowing it to happen. I pushed the disturbing thoughts out of my mind and 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 programmed to let me know when I had something planned, so I didn’t miss much. Unfortunately, I’d come 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 theme song, informing me that the “oh so powerful” Kace was beckoning me.
I was washing the charcoal I worked with off of my fingers 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 figure out 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 that showed off his tanned and oh-so-toned calves, a deep blue polo with sleeves that caressed his biceps perfectly, and his hair was in 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 and 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. Aren’t you?”
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’m not here to send you on your way. I’m here to see if you would accompany me for the day.”
