Page 38 of Goldie and the Three Wisconsin Bears
But “yet” holds for another month.
We fall into a comfortable pattern of working most days and spending our nights with Goldie.
Jeb tells us about Goldie wanting to be an interior designer back when she was in college. And with a whole lot of encouragement from Nico, she goes from tentatively making suggestions about things that might “brighten up the cabin” to ordering stuff online. Wall hangings, carpets, even a wraparound couch, so we can all sit comfortably to watch the TV in the front room.
And the next thing I know, our cabin goes from looking like a mancave to one of those ski chalets inside the pages of Architectural Digest.
She dips her head like we’re embarrassing her when she’s done transforming the front room.
Then she says, “Just make sure whoever you decide to marry knows any of this can change. Tell her she’s free to get rid of anything she doesn’t like and give it her personal touch.”
Goldie’s a lot shorter than us, so she doesn’t see us exchanging aggravated looks over her head. But she must notice the new tension in the room.
“I’m sorry,” she says, dipping her head again. “I just want to make sure she doesn’t feel like another woman peed all over the house you specifically renovated for your future wife.”
Silence. And this time, there’s no triple exchange of looks; Nico and me both turn to Jeb.
Without any warning, he fists Goldie’s hair and pulls her back into his chest.
He whispers into her ear. I’m not sure about what, but when he’s done, Goldie bites her lip, nods, and says, “Yes, Daddy, please.”
Her “yes, Daddy, please” earns her a trip straight to the wall. Jeb takes her rough, fucking her from behind. He holds on to her hair with one hand and finds her clit underneath the hem of her Death Buddha shirt with the other.
It doesn’t take long before Goldie’s shuddering underneath him. Soon after, Jeb’s strokes speed up, and he nearly flattens her to the wall when he unloads inside of her.
“You came without permission,” Jeb says after he’s done, his voice nearly gleeful with menace.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!”
“You know apologies don’t work on me, little girl. Mitch, meet us at the couch for the next part of her lesson.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m waiting at the couch, cock in hand, by the time he’s guiding her by her still fisted hair over to the couch.
It looks like the colorful geometric print quilt Goldie ordered to drape over the new couch is about to come in all sorts of handy.
After commanding her to her knees, Jeb pushes the side of her face into the quilt so that she’s ass up on the couch. “Where do you want his cock? In your pussy or your ass?”
I pause, knowing it’s a trick question.
But Goldie’s a smart woman. “Wherever you want it, Daddy.”
Jeb beams down at her, his smile half proud and half cruel.
“Right answer,” he tells her.
Then he tells me. “Take her pussy while Nico gets you some lube. Then fill her ass.”
I climb onto the couch behind her and push in while Nico rushes back to my room to fetch the KY.
Fuck, she’s tight. Her pussy grips me like a fist.
And then comes the sight of Jeb’s hand snaking underneath her body to find her clit. He works her cruelly even as he growls, “Don’t come. Don’t you dare come.”
It’s hard to tell if Jeb’s commanding her or me. Probably her. Goldie’s having a hard time underneath me. Her pussy’s practically milking me now. And she’s helplessly pushing into Jeb’s cruel hand. Pretty damn inadvisable if she’s trying not to come.
Jeb seems to pick up on my thought.
“I don’t think you’re serious about not coming,” he chides Goldie. “Look at the way you’re squirming against my hand.”
“No, I’m trying not to come, Daddy. But he is filling up my pussy so good, and your hand…it’s so hard not to come.”
Jesus Christ…. Normally, I like narration. But I have to look away from them, so I don’t explode.
Nico returns right on time with the KY. I’m grateful for the chance to calm down a little as I lube her up before I start working myself into her ass.
Jeb lets his hand fall away from Goldie’s pussy, and she has the chance to calm down too. But she moans when I’m all the way in. Probably remembering all the times I did this when she was on top of Nico’s dick.
Speaking of which, it’s not like Jeb to leave Nico out. When he tugs up on Goldie’s hair to raise her head from the couch, I wonder if he’s going to get out of the way so that Nico can slip underneath.
But then he says, “Sorry, bro. No more narration. Nico, take her mouth.”
Nico’s eyes widen. He’s never asked Goldie to give him head. Saint Nic doesn’t want to burden her with his monster cock. Also, he doesn’t need any fluffing when it comes to her. Goldie has a way of making all of us instantly hard. But we never go against Jeb when he’s in dominant mode.
