Page 23 of Bounty
I swallowed at her boldness. A second ticked by before I found my voice.
“Strip for me,” I ordered, stepping away to give her space to carry out my command.
A playful smile touched Effie’s lips as she raised an eyebrow. “You want me to do a striptease?”
“I sure do, babe.” My dick jerked at the thought of her beautiful skin bared to me. “I want to see every inch of you.”
Her eyes widened, but she nodded. “As you wish.”
She grabbed the hem of her black cotton T-shirt, pulling it over her head and revealing a black lacy bra that created mouthwatering cleavage. My gaze glued to her heaving tits, my cock threatening to explode in my jeans if he didn’t get some relief. She allowed me a moment to admire her before she reached for the button of her jeans. Her fingers trembled slightly and a flush spread down her chest as she slowly slid the denim down her legs. Her eyes held mine. She revealed a matching thong. I groaned. Her jeans pooled around her ankles.
A fierce blush stained her cheeks. She stood before me, completely vulnerable, completelyminefor the night.
“You like what you see?” she asked, a teasing lilt masking the uncertainty on her face.
“I love what I see.” I clasped her waist. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.”
She clicked her tongue and I paused. My brows furrowed at her slumping shoulders.
“Shit,” she mumbled, wobbling back. Away from me. What the fuck? “My shoes.”
My gaze dropped to her combat boots. Fuck me. Earlier, I’d ordered her to ditch the heels. More practical for riding, butharder to come off, and impossible for her to just step out of her skinny jeans with them on.
“Turn your back,” she said, reaching down to unlace the boots.
Smirking in amusement, I stayed in place.
She scowled. “Now.”
“As you wish, Your Highness,” I teased and turned to give her the privacy she wanted. I didn’t point out I intended to not only see and feel every inch of her, but taste, too.
Fabric rustled. To prevent further delay, I stripped myself, unconcerned about a striptease or looking sexy. My clothes were piled on the floor within a minute. Big Boy slapped my navel as he sprang free, the tip an angry red, a testament to how much I wanted the little minx behind me. Silence urged me to turn. Effie’s boots and jeans lay on top of her discarded shirt.
Her gaze flew to my cock. “Oh,” she squeaked.
Daria exposing Effie’s virginity came back to me. Perhaps, her shock stemmed from me truly being her first, though I couldn’t imagine Effie announcing to her mom that she’d fucked. Maybe, I was simply her biggest. Thankfully, she was candid in her flustered state, giving me the answer I sought.
“You’re, umm, super big. Like, pornstar big,” she babbled, her body a pretty pink. “Not that I thought you were small, but the other guys I slept with were much smaller. Not that I’ve been with a lot of guys, only two, but—”
“Effie,” I interrupted, not interested in hearing about her past exploits.
“Sorry.”
I had no right to be jealous of those other motherfuckers, but dammit if I wasn’t. However, I feltsomerelief that her mother had been wrong. Effie’s experience made things easier because I didn’t have to teach her everything.
We were veering wildly off track. My impatience to feel her wrapped around my cock grew to desperation.
She cleared her throat and fidgeted. “I’m fucking things up, aren’t I?”
“You aren’t, sweetheart,” I reassured her gruffly, placing my hands on her hips and pulling her closer. Touching her any place else might spook her.
Hmmm, what had she done with those other yahoos?
“I really care about you, Slice,” she said softly, her sweet words touching me. “And that’s making me nervous.”
I brushed my lips over hers. “Just calm down and let me take care of you.”
“M’kay,” she murmured, allowing me to guide her to the bed.
