Chapter 10 Goldie
GOLDIE
Ihop up, excited to see the bears’ (bears!) library.
The only problem is, I didn’t notice my towel coming undone. It drops to my feet, leaving me standing naked in front of Adrian. I’m acutely aware of the wetness sliding down my inner thighs, and can’t believe how horny I am again, despite just coming twice in the garden.
Adrian’s eyes zero in on the apex of my thighs, and a low growl rumbles out of his mouth, a wild sound and one that shouldn’t be as arousing as it is.
His hands grab onto the backs of my legs, claws retracted, and pull me closer.
I stumble over the towel, almost tipping over, but he holds me up just an inch or two from his face.
“I can’t… I can’t resist it anymore,” he moans, sounding pained.
“Then don’t,” I reply, giving him permission to let loose.
With a desperate whimper, Adrian buries his head between my legs, his tongue snaking out to lick the length of my pussy, spreading my nether lips until he’s free to take my clit into his mouth.
My head falls back on a moan as he eats me with a hunger that’s so flattering, such a turn on.
I look down when I hear his zipper, rewarded by the sight of his pale hand wrapping around a gorgeous, pierced dick.
My mouth waters. I haven’t had one with jewelry before, and I can’t wait to take this one between my lips.
“Your cock is so pretty,” I say honestly. I’m holding on to his shoulders as he continues his onslaught, driving me toward a peak too fast, too hard.
Adrian groans in response and moves one hand between my legs. His long finger enters me effortlessly—I’m soaked, hornier than a bull at a cattle show, and still soft and pliant from Kieran’s loving in the garden. When he starts pumping in time with the strokes of his fist, I go cross-eyed.
“Feels so good,” I slur, almost drooling from the pleasure.
“You taste sweeter than I imagined, little lamb,” Adrian breathes. Those icy eyes stare up at me as he continues to pump us both closer to orgasm. “I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and never crave anything else.”
Lord, have mercy. Who gave these men—bears!—these pillow talk skills? I swear I’m about to combust, the pressure between my legs just another flick of his tongue away from imploding.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I say honestly. “I want to taste you too.”
The moan he releases makes my clit pulse with a mini-orgasm. I love a man who isn’t afraid to vocalize his pleasure.
“Later, lamb. We’ll have time for everything. We’re never letting you go.” He adds a second finger and twists them inside me. “You’re going to be our princess to fuck, spoil, and love forever.”
He finishes speaking by pressing his fingers into my G-spot, and the dam bursts.
“Adrian!” I scream as pleasure blinds me. My body clenches and releases so hard it almost hurts, and I hear splashing sounds over his ragged growls. I think it’s him coming, but then he speaks again, his voice broken and reverent.
“Fuck, Goldie, you’re squirting over me. Ah fuck!”
I manage to open my eyes in time to see his cock, soaked with my wetness, erupt.
Cum shoots up, some of it hitting my still throbbing clit, the rest of it joining the puddles on Adrian’s lap and on the floor.
He slowly strokes himself through the waning spurts, his fingers still gently tapping the spongy spot inside me.
Finally, we stop coming, and he retreats. Boneless, I climb onto his lap and wrap my arms around him. I feel our pulses thrumming where our sexes fit snugly together, and I have a fleeting thought that it’s a good thing I have an IUD, with all the jism my pussy seems to be getting in this cabin.
“That was amazing,” I whisper into his ear. “I’ve never squirted before.”
Adrian squeezes me. We pull our heads back simultaneously, our heavy-lidded eyes meeting. Wordlessly, we come together in a tender kiss, slow and exploratory, comforting and affirming.
“Did you mean it?” I ask when we take a break, our foreheads touching, our arms caressing each other, him over naked skin, me through his soft plaid shirt.
“Mean what, little lamb?” he breathes against my lips.
I can feel my cheeks glowing, but I’ve been like a reed in the wind my whole life, letting others dictate where I’m going and what I’m doing. He can’t promise to make all my dreams come true and not mean it.
“That you’re keeping me forever?” I explain, and pull back so I can see his face.
“Yes, Goldie,” he answers vehemently. “I don’t know how it’s all going to work… but we’re claiming you. You’re ours now, little lamb.”