Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
She nodded, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth.
“Damn, baby girl, keep doin’ that an’ you won’t have to do much dancin’. Now do it or get out.”
She grabbed her phone, which was on the cushion next to him, found another song and hit play.
Once again, Dawg knew he was going to regret this decision. He shouldn’t have let her into his place. He shouldn’t have let her take her fucking clothes off. And now she stood before him only wearing panties, her tits all up in his face, her blonde hair falling past her shoulders, color in her damn cheeks and biting on that fucking goddamn lip.
His nostrils flared, picking up her flowery scent.
He was a stupid fuck. That’s what he was. Why was he putting himself through this torture? Even with the few hours of practice she said she did, she still sucked at it and normally he would never hire someone like her. He wasn’t fucking around when he said she was out of her element.
And though his brain kept telling him to kick her the hell out and stop wasting his time, his dick kept telling him otherwise. And, fuck, those tits of hers... and that mouth!
He wanted those pretty little lips wrapped around his rock-hard dick.
“I can touch you?” she asked again.
Fuck yes. “Yeah. Just can’t grab my dick with your hands.”
“But I can touch it with other things?”
Oh fuck yes. He swallowed the lump in his throat, so he could answer. “Yeah. But don’t gotta do it, baby girl. Can put on your clothes an’ leave.”
She shook her head. “No, I want this.”
His dick kicked in his pants and his balls got tight. Fuck! He wanted this, too.
“Don’t got all day, baby girl. Gotta get downstairs to work.”
She nodded, then moved. He slammed back into the couch in surprise when she climbed onto his lap and began to grind her ass against his dick.
Holy mother fuck.
“Baby girl...” he tried to say, but it came out more like a moan.
“Yeah?” she whispered into his ear, brushing her hard nipples against his chest.
“Fuck, baby girl...”
“Yeah?” She circled her hips above his. “You like that?”
Who the fuck was this woman? Was this some sort of trick?
“Yeah, I like.” And against his better judgment, again, he urged her, “Get me off.” He didn’t think she could do it. She didn’t seem skilled enough. Because of that and because he was a stupid fuck he continued, “Get me off without usin’ your hands an’ I’ll hire you.”
He heard her sharp intake of breath close to his ear. “Deal,” she breathed as she continued to grind her hot, panty-covered pussy against his lap.
Her hands roamed over his chest, the pads of her thumbs brushing over his nipples as her hot, little mouth pressed against his ear. “You like that. I feel how hard I make you. I like it, too. I bet you want to taste how wet I am, don’t you?”
FUCK!
She did not learn that from a how-to-strip video. No fucking way!
His dick kicked in his jeans, and the precum leaked out even faster.
He lost his breath when she whispered, “You want to stick that cock into my hot, tight pussy, don’t you?”
Jesus fuckin’ Christ.
He swallowed so he could tell her to get off him, that this was over. He was done because even though he was attracted to her, he didn’t expect her to take him to his knees as much as she was at the moment.
“Tell me what you want to do to me...” she whispered in her honeyed husky voice. And that just pulled his balls up higher and tighter.
She might do it.
She just might make him come in his jeans! He was usually immune to this shit because he saw it day in and day out. But this woman...
“Tell me,” she urged. “You want to bend me over and smack my ass while you’re fucking me doggy-style?”
Fuck yes, he did.
“You want to...” she pressed her lips to his neck and licked down his throat.
He shuddered before he could stop it. “Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned.
“Is that what you want to do, big boy? Fuck?”
She kept rocking on his lap, drawing her hot pussy back and forth over his throbbing dick.
He was about to blow his load in his jeans.
His blood deprived brain made him confess, “Yeah, wanna fuck.”
“Me, too,” she whispered, her breathing shallow, her nipples pebbled hard as they pressed into his bare skin.
Was she really turned on or just playing? There was no way she wanted him to fuck her.
His brain started to spin, once again thinking that this was some sort of trap. Blackmail. The Shadow Warriors MC setting him up for a hurting. Something.
He grabbed two handfuls of her hair and yanked her head back, so he could see her face. Her eyes were shuttered, her mouth parted, and a flush ran from her chest, up her neck and into her cheeks.