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I did. Come to think of it, he wears a mask, too.

Yes. Yes he does.

Wait. Is *that* why women like the movie so much?

Oh, you sweet innocent child.

I’ll be there asap

I have never run through a shower and the chores for the pets so quickly. I grab the mask, and the cowboy hat for good measure, then take off.

I send a prayer of thanks that Agatha isn’t on her porch as I speed-walk around the house to Goldie’s cottage. When I knock, I hear Goldie invite me in.

When I step in, Goldie is nowhere to be found, so I close the door and put on the simple black mask and hat.

“Goldie?”

“In the bedroom,” comes the answer.

I force myself to walk through the tiny space, and when I get to the doorway, I stop.

Goldie is on the bed, wearing the black lace mask from the ball, and a yellow, lacy confection that highlights everything wonderful about her body—which is all of it.

Chapter 27

Matty

“GOOD?” SHE ASKS from where she’s lying, her smirk telling me that she knows full well she’s mimicking me from the other night.

I grin and give her the words she said. “So, so,sogood, Golden.”

She flushes at the nickname, and my cock hardens. “Get naked, Matthew.” A beat. “Keep the mask on.”

Hell yes.I pull off my boots and socks, then shuck my shirt, pants, and boxer briefs. The hat’s gotta go, too, but I leave that until last. Her eyes watch me the entire time, and me? I can’t stop looking at her. The way her legs are curled so prettily beneath her, and the yellow lace on her tan skin, the cut-outs designed to draw my eyes to the curves only I get to see. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I groan.

“Spread those thighs, gorgeous.” I kneel on the bed as she complies, and a curse leaves my mouth. The outfit she’s wearing frames her pussy like the present it is. I bend to her, licking her with languid strokes as her fingers push into my hair, grabbing it and holding me in place.

“There,” she gasps. “Please don’t stop.”

I would never. Not when her muscles are already tensing and she’s squirming beneath my mouth. I love that she tells me and shows me what she wants. I love the praise I get when I do it right, too.

“Yes, oh God,yes. Matthew, your mouth, holy shit, keep going,” she chants above me.

With pleasure.I hold a leg down and press two fingers into her, still licking and sucking her exactly how she wants. She bucks and curses, and I know she’s close. Her hands fly above her head to grab onto anything she can reach, and her thighs wrap around my head as she grinds against my mouth, fucking it.

I moan against her pussy, pumping my fingers and curling them against the spot that gets her off. Goldie keens above me, writhing faster and faster as she chases her orgasm. Her clit pulses against my tongue and her walls clench, her moans muffled by the way her legs are tight around my ears.

I could do this forever.

I bring her down slowly as the orgasm wanes, kissing the inside of her thigh and making my way up her body, lavishing attention on every inch of skin the lace reveals. I get to her breasts and feast on one exposed nipple, then the next, my cock painfully hard at the noises this gorgeous woman is making.

She reaches down and grabs my cock, squeezing and pulling exactly how I want it. The sensation is so good I lose focus, and she takes the opportunity to push me onto my back. She straddles my hips, the black mask perfectly in place, her hair wild around it, her incredible body framed by yellow lace, and I nearly lose my mind and come right then.

“How are you real?” I murmur, bringing my hands to her hips. She swirls on top of me, her wet pussy on my bare cock, and I groan. “Careful,” I warn, then, “Condoms are in my pants.”

She smirks, still gliding against me. “Oh, we don’t need one of those yet.”

I sink my fingers into her flesh as my eyes roll to the back of my head. “You feel so good.” Like silk. Like a dream. Like every fantasy come to life.

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