“Mhm.”
“Do you want it back?” Her voice comes out like a tease and a challenge at the same time.
I perch myself on the edge of the pink tufted sofa, elbows to knees. “Gonna give me a show, baby?”
She places her guitar in the case and stands. “Only good boys get rewarded.” She strips off the shirt to reveal a barely there lace bra, the color of her creamy skin. “Have you been a good boy, Mr. Murphy?”
Nobody’s ever called me a good boy before, and fuck if it doesn’t have my dick standing at attention.
She steps between my spread thighs, places her palm flat against my chest, and shoves me back against the cushions. Ever so slowly, she pops the button on her jean shorts and drags them down her thick thighs, giving me a glimpse of her matching thong.
“Look at you. So goddamn beautiful.”
My fingers itch to touch her all over. I slide one hand around her hip and tug her closer, but she pulls away. “No touching.”
“Fuck, baby. Let me feel you.”
“Are you being defiant?” she asks, her tone commanding.
“No ma’am,” I reply with a smirk. I don’t know where the hell this side of Ruby came from, but I’m all in. “What game are we playing, Goldie?”
She bites her bottom lip, and there's a glint of amusement in her eyes. “You can watch, and if you’re averygood boy, maybe I’ll let you have a taste. Can you do that?”
“Fuck yes.”
She reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, letting her perfect tits fall against her belly. Pushing them together, she flicks her nipples, and the sight alone makes my cock grow impossibly hard beneath my sweatpants.
I’ve never been submissive in my goddamn life, but I’d get down on my knees and crawl for this woman. Throwing caution to the wind, I ask, “Can I touch myself?”
“I’ll allow it. But you can’t come.”
“You turning the tables on me?”
She doesn't respond, eyes locked on where my hand is sliding beneath my waistband. “Show me,” she says. “Let me see how hard you are for me.”
I tug them down, and my cock slaps against my stomach, hard as stone.
“Good boy.” She slides one hand down her soft stomach until she reaches the apex of her thighs. Her hand disappears under her panties, fingers stroking in slow circles.
I fist my cock and mimic her pace, gliding up and down my shaft. “Does that feel good?” I ask.
She moans and slides her hand lower.
“Show me. Please.”
Her gaze heats when I add the quiet plea. She makes a show of removing her panties with her back turned, giving me a stunning view of her round, dimpled ass. When she glances over her shoulder with a grin, I nearly come right then and there.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
She giggles and steps between my spread thighs, bending so her lips are barely a breath away from mine. “What’s wrong? Can’t handle a little show and tell?”
I close my eyes and groan. Her teasing words are like red-hot fire licking at my skin. She’s a goddamn wildfire, beautiful and untamed.
She tosses a pillow at the end of the couch and positions herself on her back, legs spread wide and pussy glistening with arousal. She starts to pleasure herself again, only this time I can see everything she’s doing in glorious detail from the tips of her pink glitter fingernails to the jewel that spears through her clit.
Her lips part on a moan, and I stroke myself faster, getting off on the sight of her taking control of her pleasure. She slips two fingers inside and continues to circle her clit with the other hand, her back arching as she plunges deep into her core.
“God. I’m so close.” Her voice is breathy and seductive as she adds a third finger, her swollen pussy stretching to accommodate it.
