by Meghan Quinn
The slit on her dress rode high, as her dress was jacked up around her waist and the fragments of fabric that were supposed to be covering her rode closely to exposing her most glorious tits. Not being able to hold back, I ran my hands up her thighs and watched as her beautiful blues eyes slowly opened at my touch. The minute she saw me, her body jack knifed up as her arms flailed about, trying to get into position.
“Shit, sorry,” she said, as she wiped her eyes. “This bed was just so comfortable and then you were taking forever, so I thought, just shut your eyes for a second, but then I started dreaming about these giant and I mean giant unicorns that were coming up with their own version of Frisbee golf that involved strawberry frosted donuts. Frankly, I’m a little upset about the fact that I didn’t get to see who won the glitter troll trophy that was being guarded by a frisky little purple colored feline. God was that cat funny.” She sat on her knees as she continued to talk. “You know, it’s weird that the cat was purple, but not that weird because I mean, look around us, purple is always flooding my senses, not that I hate it or anything; it actually kind of turns me on, just like the cologne you wear, what is that? Some kind of Calvin Klein brand?” She leaned forward and sniffed the air in front of me.
A giant smile threatened to cross my face, but I refused myself the pleasure of showing her how much she entertained me with her uncensored mouth.
Instead, I pressed my finger over her lips and asked, “Are you done?”
She nodded her head and stared directly at me as she waited for my next move.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
She nodded her head and said with conviction, “I am here to submit to you.”
A straight bolt of arousal hit me dead center as the words rolled of her tongue with ease. Every time she said those fine words, I instantly became excited that such a beautiful creature would so willingly hand herself over to me; it was fascinating and such a gift that I didn’t take it lightly.
I nodded as I turned, grabbed my remote and sat in a chair that was similar to the ones in the Toulouse Room, but a lot more comfortable.
“It’s time for you to dance for me, Lo,” I said, as I played a slow seductive song for her to sway to.
She walked over to me and leaned over my lap, giving me an amazing view all the way down her dress from where it pulled away from her body. Thank you gravity. That’s when I noticed, she was wearing absolutely nothing under her dress, fucking nothing. My mouth grew dry at this revelation.
She leaned over and said, “I was hoping for something with a little higher tempo. Do you mind?” she asked, as she took away my touch screen remote to flip through my songs. The minute she saw what she wanted, she smiled, stepped away, and started playing the song.
“Maneater” by Nelly Furtado started playing through the speakers and I smiled inwardly at her choice of song, the title not slipping past me. She was a maneater alright, fuck was she a maneater.
She set the remote down and made direct eye contact with me as she walked towards me with look of total annihilation crossing her features. She was out for blood and I was who she was going to take it from. The minute she reached me, she placed both her hands on my thighs and spread them wide enough so she could easily fit between them. Then, she moved her hands up my body, all the while swaying to the beat of the song, which only helped her breasts sway to the rhythmic tune.
I was mesmerized as I watched her intently, focusing on every movement she made. Before I knew it, my shirt and tie were undone, exposing my bare chest for her greedy fingers. She ran her hands back down my chest and undid my belt, while whipping it to the ground like a God damn dominatrix. Christ.
She leaned over and nibbled on my ear as she ran her hands up my chest, scraping my nipples and said, “Belts always seem to cut into me, I hope you don’t mind.”
I just shook my head no as she continued to torture my senses with her slow, methodic movements. She turned around, giving me a perfect view of the dimples that sat right above her ass. She backed up and was about to sit down when I noticed a mark on her back. My thumb rubbed over the heart-shaped spot in question.
“Birth mark,” she mumbled as she pushed down onto my lap. I wanted to look at it, observe the unique brand that only my little one had, but she didn’t let me. Instead, she draped her legs wide over mine and gathered her dress around her waist. She started to rock on my lap as I watched her slowly remove the tiny, diamond-encrusted scraps off her shoulders. They fell to her sides, exposing her entire back. She then proceeded to take the dress completely off and throw it to the side.
I was awarded with her bare naked body straddling my lap and working my cock like a damn stripper pole. She had a way with her hips that I had never experienced before, sending me into a full on aroused state. She leaned back so I had a great view of her front side and pushed against my chest with her back as she deeply ground her hips into mine.
Fucking unbelievable, was the only way to describe the way she was rocking my body.
The cleft of her as was rubbing the apex of my arousal and I didn’t know how much more I could take of her dancing assault. I could only now realize why Kace had such a hard time keeping his hands off of her; she was hypnotic. She had a fucking man-eating pussy.
She grabbed my hands and ran them along her sides and brought them up to her breasts. She moaned as she made me squeeze her hardened nipples. Once she was pleased with the way I touched her, she then moved one of my hands down to the valley between her legs. She momentarily dipped one of my fingers into her cleft, making me hiss out my appreciation. She was beyond wet.
Releasing my hands, she continued to grind my lap with enough pressure to pop a beer bottle open with her damn ass. She bent forward and put her hands on my feet, giving me the most erotic view of her ass and arousal as she continued to thrust her hips into mine.
“Fuck…” I breathed out, as a light sweat caressed the top layer of my skin and I tried not to explode in my pants from the almost pornographic sight in front of my face. The way her hips swayed against my lap and the view of her tight hole in my face had me begging for her to lift back up or else I was going to lose all my restraint.
“Little one, please.”
She snapped up and quickly turned around on my body before I even knew what was happening. She wrapped her hands around my neck and continued to flow with the music. I watched as her tits bounced with her body and the way the juncture between her thighs met my pressing cock. Her head was thrown back in rapture as she continued to move along my body.
She never made eye contact with me; she was lost in the music and the sensation rocking through both of our bodies. I couldn’t blame her, she was magnetic.
In one quick motion, her body flew back, in a crab walk sort of way so her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands touched the ground behind her, exposing herself to me once again. From this angle, I got to see everything as she rocked her hips against mine. One push against my cock and I was gone, I needed her.
“Stop,” I ordered as I looked down at her. She lifted her body off the ground as I watched her tight abs contract as her face lifted to meet mine. She was a sight to watch.
“Too much,” she asked self-consciously?”
“Not enough,” I said as I grabbed her and brought her to the bed. “I need to be inside of you when I come and your little dance has me on the verge of releasing everywhere.”
“Oh,” she said with a shy smile, which surprised me, given the fact that Goldie was anything but shy.
I switched the music to an Evanescence song that I knew would do the trick and started to undress myself as Goldie watched me with lust burning through her light blue eyes. This was the first time I would sink myself inside of her, fully claiming her as mine. I couldn’t get undressed quickly enough.
Finally rid of all my clothes, I let Goldie take my entire body in, kind of like her own personal presentation. I believed it was only fair for her to be able to exam every last
inch of my body, since I did the same to her, day in and day out. I watched as her eyes widened and roamed all about my body with mischief and lust running through her eyes. I had nothing to hide as pride surged through my bones at her very blatant display of staring.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I said, as I walked toward her.
“Like what?” she asked, while she licked her lips.
“Like you are about the eat me alive.”
“Who says I’m not?” she quipped.
“I am. I call the shots here. I tell you what to do.”
“So, would you rather me look at you with disinterest?”
“What have I told you about talking?”
She shut her mouth as she waited for my next command. I scooted her legs so they were dangling off the bed and her butt was at the edge.
“I am going to fuck you, little one. I am going to fuck you until you don’t think you can take the beating of my dick anymore, and then I am going to fuck you even harder. The only time I will let up is if I hear you say you safe word. Do you hear me?”
She nodded, as her breathing picked up and excitement chased through her eyes.
“I’ve put up with your mouth and your semi-submission for too long. Tonight you are going to learn a lesson and, from now on, I expect you to submit easily. Like I said earlier, I don’t play games. I take what I want, when I want it, and who I want it with.”
“Who do you want it with now?” she asked, almost pensively, like she needed the reassurance. Because of the look of uncertainty on her face, I kept from reprimanding her for talking.
“The moment I first saw you, I knew that this was going to happen. That you would be on this bed one day, naked and wet, begging for my cock to punish you. I knew you were going to be a hellion and taming you was going to be a task, but despite that, I wanted you. You are the one I want here.”
She nodded her head as I grabbed her legs, ready to pound into her.
“Are you wet for me?”
She nodded again.
“Touch yourself, I want to see the proof on your fingers.”
Slowly, she lowered her hand down her stomach until it met the apex between her thighs. I watched as her delicate finger slipped between her folds and my cock jolted with jealousy. She lifted her fingers to me and I sucked them into my mouth.
“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 drea
d 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.”