Page 74 of Dashing for Love

“No closed eyes, Matthew,” she orders, going onto her knees. “Sit up against those pillows.” I do as instructed, and she kneels between my legs, bending toward me to adjust my mask. I bring her closer for a kiss, and she grants it, her tongue moving around mine in a promise of what’s to come.

Then she pulls away, kissing and biting her way down my chest to my cock. When her tongue swirls around the head, I nearly come right then.

“Fuck,” I hiss. Then I almost black out, because she takes me all the way into her mouth. And I swear, it has never felt this good. Never. Her mouth is velvet and her hands are satin, and she’s got me teetering on the edge within seconds. I grab for her, begging my body to hold off, but she doesn’t budge.

“Goldie, please,” I beg.

She looks up, those beautiful aqua-blue eyes blinking up at me through the mask, and the first thought through my brain is how in the world I missed that it was her that night. Because, ofcourse,it was her. How could it not have been? The second thought comes when she hollows her cheeks and sucks, and it’s something like,holy fuck mother of God.

I yell her name as I crest, losing all sight and sound for a moment and giving myself over only to the feel of her mouth on me, hot and wet and eager. When I come to, gasping for breath and unsure if I’m even back in my body, she’s kneeling up, wiping her lips daintily and smiling.

“That was fun,” she says.

I bark out a disbelieving laugh. “Yes. Yes, it was. Come here.” I open my arms and she folds herself into them. Aftera moment, I look down and meet her eyes. Her unmistakable eyes. Emotion floods my chest, nearly bowling me over, and thank God I’m lying down. I squeeze her to me.

“Matty?”

“Hmm?”

Her hand glides down my stomach to my dick. “How long before you get hard again?”

On cue, my dick jumps to life. “Apparently, not too long.” I shift us and settle between her thighs. “This might be my favorite.”

“What is?”

I take her mouth for a kiss, reveling in how soft she goes beneath me, how willing. “Being between your legs.”

She smiles, then pulls me back for another kiss. Her mouth opens and our tongues tangle, and when she reaches for me a few minutes later, she smiles against my lips. “Seems like you’re ready.”

“Stay put,” I command, then crawl off the bed to get the condoms in my jeans. When I turn around, her eyes are dark with hunger, and it’s intoxicating. I face her as I roll the condom on slowly, letting her get her fill.

“Put the hat back on.”

I tilt my head in consent. “Only if you take your outfit off.”

In answer, she moves to take it off while I pluck my hat off the floor. I have no idea when it even came off, nor do I care. All I know is whatever Goldie wants, Goldie gets. I settle it on my head and watch as she drops the scraps of lace to the hardwood.

“Tell me what you want.”

Her eyes flash behind the mask. “Turn the lights off. Pretend we’re back at the ball.”

It’s daylight outside, so doing it doesn’t make the room dark, but I do it anyway. “Come here.”

She slides off the bed and walks the few steps to me, gloriously naked except for the mask. When she reaches me, I whip her around, putting her back to my front. She gasps, and my cock throbs against her lower back.

Using one hand on her hip to keep her in position, I sweep hair away from her neck, then trace my fingers down her collarbone and across her chest, circling each breast, moving closer and closer to her nipples with every pass, watching the goosebumps appear in my wake. “You shouldn’t be wandering around here in the dark,” I whisper, my lips below her ear.

She shivers.

“Look at you,” I murmur. “So pretty. So innocent. But now you’re here, and I think you’re mine.” I pinch a nipple and she sucks in a breath. She shifts, her hand aiming to grab my cock, but I move us again, pressing her against the wall and kicking her feet apart. “Ah-ah-ah,” I warn, grabbing her hands and sliding them up. “Hands on the wall, gorgeous.”

She whimpers. “What are you going to do to me?”

I chuckle darkly. “Ravish you.” Then I press two fingers into her pussy without warning.

“Oh myGod.” Her voice is low, aching with need, and she arches her back to give me better access.

“You always let strangers fuck you with their fingers, pretty?” I release her wrists, pleased that she keeps them in position, then wrap my other hand around a breast and squeeze, my cock hard as fuck.

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