“I’m not going to ask you anything except how to get out of this house,” she fires back.
“Do it now, Goldie.” I’m impatient for her, for a glimpse of what she looks like when she’s totally bared to me. “I’d hate for Mrs. Lou to get an eyeful when she brings dinner.”
Her eyes flick to the door. “God, I’d die.”
“Go on then.”
She turns, and I reach behind me and flick the lock on the door. Whatever Goldie looks like beneath her clothes, it’s for my eyes only.
Her back is to me, her body tense. Not as tense as mine. My cock is aching, demanding I do something about how hard I am. But I won’t. I made a deal. I’m going to stick to it–if I can.
With another huff, she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it overhead. Tossing it to the floor, she reaches for her bra closure and undoes it with ease and tosses it aside, too.
“I think you’re a pervert.” She toys with the waistband of her pants. “Don’t you think?”
“Do I think I’m a pervert? No. I think I know quality goods when I see them.”
She looks over her shoulders with her doe eyes. “Are you saying I’m quality goods?”
“Take the rest of your clothes off so I can make a more thorough assessment.”
With a scowl, she turns back around.
Her back expands a little as she takes a deep breath, and then she hooks her thumbs in her pants and shimmies them down her legs.
“Pink panties with white kittens?” I ask.
“I don’t need you judging my fashion choices.”
“Not judging, simply enjoying.” I move closer, keeping my steps quiet.
She doesn’t turn around.
“Panties too, Goldie. I want it all.”
“This is a bad idea. A stupid idea. I should be screaming for help or trying to knock your head off or scratch your eyes out.”
“None of those things would get you anywhere except beneath me on that bed. This is your only way out. I suggest you take it.” A harsh bite enters my tone, but only because I want her on my cock. I want her in a way that surprises me, in a way that’s making me do things I’ve never done before. “Now finish stripping, get on the bed, and spread your legs. I want to see how pink and wet your cunt is.”
She gasps, and I can see the goosebumps flowing down her back as she runs her fingers along the waistband of her panties. Her skin is flushed, and I already know it will be so soft when I run my fingers along it. Even softer against my lips.
With a slow movement, she slides her panties down her legs, careful to avoid the bandage on her knee, and then to the floor. When she steps out of them, I lick my lips. And when she crawls onto the bed and gives me a view from the back, I almost come in my pants. Holy fucking shit.
She sighs as she lies on her back, her hands at her sides.
I walk around the bed, standing at the foot and looking down at her. Round tits, hard nipples like pencil erasers, a soft stomach, flaring hips, and legs that I want to lick. But I focus on the shadow at the top of her thighs.
“Spread your legs.” I brush my hand against my hard cock in an effort to make it behave.
She follows the movement and wets her lips, her eyes wide.
“Now, Goldie.” Fuck. I’m hanging on by a thread. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I should leave it at this. Because if I see her cunt, I might break my word. I might break more than just my word with this woman. Even so, I can’t stop. I won’t stop until I see the treasure between her thighs.
“I don’t know if I can do it.” Her voice is breathy.
“Do you need help?” I ask.
“I …” She bites her bottom lip. “I can do it.”