Chapter 7 Goldie
GOLDIE
Isquirm when Kieran’s lips return to my pussy, his tongue dipping into my needy hole, his nose bumping against my swollen clit.
“Give me more,” he demands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.
“Oh,” I whimper when he exchanges his tongue for one long finger, claws thankfully retracted.
“Want another finger, my Goldie?” Kieran asks reverently.
All I can do is nod, my head bobbing like it’s on a spring.
“Do you have a greedy little pussy?” he asks next, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
No one has ever talked to me like that, and it’s driving me wild, my tunnel clenching hard over now two of Kieran’s fingers.
He lowers his head again and flicks his tongue over where I need it the most, his fingers twisting to find the spot that makes my hips arch while I emit the most embarrassing squeal in history.
“That’s it,” Kieran chuckles, his hot breath teasing my sensitive core. “Show me how good I make you feel, sweetness.”
“So, so good,” I mumble, my brain struggling to send the right speech signals to my mouth.
My hand finds the back of his head, and I grab onto his hipster manbun, unwinding it and letting his soft brown hair fall loose. Now I can run my fingers through his locks while I pull him in, demanding without words that I need him just like that, right there.
“Are you going to come for me, Goldie?” Kieran says darkly, punctuating each word with a brutal pump of his hand.
“Y—yes,” I whimper, holding on to him tighter. He hisses into my pussy, but doesn’t tell me to stop pulling his hair out. Instead, he licks faster, moaning like my taste is ambrosia.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Come right now. I need to fuck you before I blow just from having your taste in my mouth.”
The desperation in his voice pushes me over the edge.
Colors burst behind my eyelids as I shut them tight, my mouth falling open in a ragged moan.
Kieran’s name escapes my lips in little gasps as I try to catch my breath, the waves rolling over me again and again, his fingers and tongue coaxing the strongest and longest orgasm I’ve ever had out of my body.
“So good,” I whisper as he climbs up my body.
My hands instantly move to roam over the naked expanse of his arms and shoulders.
When he took his smoldering shirt off in the kitchen, my tongue all but dropped to the floor like in a cartoon.
The defined muscle. The golden skin, tanned like he gardens topless all the time.
The yummy, yummy tattoos over his flank.
Herbs mixed with lines of code, a combination that shouldn’t work, but is somehow so masculine on him.
Once he’s lying over me, his weight a pleasant, arousing sensation, he presses his lips, still glistening with my wetness, against mine. I open my mouth to let him in, welcoming the invasion of his tongue as he explores, sharing the taste of my pussy with me like it’s top-shelf whiskey.
Kieran’s cock is hard against my naked core, straining behind the thin fabric of his shorts. I need them off.
Like he’s reading my mind, he lifts his hips just enough to push them down, freeing his dick, his lips never leaving mine, ravishing me with the most possessive kiss I’ve ever had.
He pulls back to look at me.
“You’re so gorgeous, Goldie,” he breathes. There’s yearning in those warm brown eyes, but my attention is snagged by his shifting shoulder muscles. I follow his arm down to where he’s fisting his cock, jerking it with rough strokes. My mouth falls open again.
His cock is literally mouthwatering. I swallow as I watch a drop of precum slide down the pink head, jealous as it gets smeared over the throbbing rod by his fist.
“Eyes, sweetness.” I jerk them back up to his. He seemed so easygoing, and the dominance he displays now makes me want him even more. “I need you to tell me this is alright,” he continues.
“This?” I question, my eyes flashing between his and where he’s now pressing his cockhead against my tingling clit.
Kieran grabs my chin with his free hand, forcing my attention to his face again.
“Yeah, baby. Tell me I can fuck you.” I blink at him. “I’d never do anything against your consent,” he finishes.
My mouth opens on an ‘oh’. I get it now. This sweet man doesn’t want to be like my parents or my now-ex-fiancé, forcing things on me. He’s giving me the choice.
“Yes, Kieran,” I breathe and wiggle my hips underneath him. “Please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside, stretching me open.”
He groans, closing his eyes for a second. “You’re a dirty girl, and you’re going to be the death of me. But fuck it if I won’t go out a happy man.”
With that, he pushes one of my thighs up and over his shoulder, and lines that gorgeous cock up with my opening.
“Yes?” he asks again, a muscle in his jaw ticking with his restraint.
“Yes,” I confirm eagerly.
Kieran enters me with two sharp thrusts. He groans as he bottoms out, and I hiss at the delicious burn. Ever so slowly, he pulls back out, only to push back in all at once, his balls slapping against my ass.
“You feel so good, Goldie, fuck,” he growls, his voice so low it’s hard to understand. “I could stay inside you forever.”
He falls into a punishing rhythm of thrust and retreat. Each time, his cockhead drags against my G-spot, quickly stoking the fire inside me back to life. When he leans in to kiss me again, I’m already panting hard.
“I’m close again,” I whimper against his lips, then gasp when he grinds his pelvis against my clit.
“Good,” he says through clenched teeth. “'Cause I’m about to fill you up, sweetness.”
Kieran starts nuzzling against my face, under my chin, behind my ears, like he’s trying to catalogue how every part of my skin smells. The little grunts he makes each time his hips snap against mine make me dizzy.
Tension gathers in my stomach, coiling tighter and tighter. I hold my breath, almost scared of how good this feels, how good it’s going to feel when we come together.
“Now, Goldie,” he commands, his movements becoming almost violent with his need. “Come for me now!”
Like he has magical powers over my body, it obeys. The coil of tension snaps, and my body almost seizes with the powerful wave of pleasure that sweeps over me.
“Kieran!” I sob, the sound drowned out by his bestial growl. His hips lock into place as his cock kicks inside my clenching tunnel, doing what he promised—filling me up.
We catch our breath together. When Kieran lifts his head from the crook of my neck, his hair obscures his face from me. I sweep it back to reveal eyes sparkling with joy.
“That was amazing, sweetness,” he croaks, then laughs at his broken voice. I can’t help joining in, my body flooded by the most powerful cocktail of post-orgasm hormones.
“It was. Thank you,” I add shyly, making his cheeks turn pink from my praise.
“Anytime,” Kieran murmurs, then sweeps in for a quick kiss. This one feels more like cuddling than the passionate mating our mouths did earlier, but it’s not any less appreciated.
It’s not long until I start feeling the dirt underneath us poking my bare ass, his cum leaking out from where his cock is softening inside me. He must be reading my mind again, because he smiles sheepishly as he pulls a twig from my hair.
“Shower?” he asks, his voice husky.
Before I can reply, we both stiffen at the sounds of an approaching car. My eyes bug out when Marcus’ voice calls from the other side of the cabin.
“Kieran? Goldie? Are you two still in the garden?”