Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
But the next minute, Delilah’s dance changed again, pushing the guilty little voice out of my head.
Leaning forward, she ran her hands down my shoulders and arms…and then down to my thighs. She did this several times and I swear I felt her light touch like a fire burning in my veins. My cock was throbbing now and the lap dance itself hadn’t even actually happened yet.
But then it did.
Delilah turned and flipped up the back of her skirt, showing me her round, full ass. Then she braced her hands on my knees and lowered herself down to my lap, rubbing and rolling her hips to press her nearly bare pussy right against the aching length of my cock.
When I tell you that my hands were itching to touch her, I mean I had to curl them into fists to stop myself. I couldn’t stop thinking of that last night together—the way she had put my hand on her breast and then asked me to finger her pussy to see if she was “too wet.” It was all I could do to keep my hands to myself.
But then the dance changed again.
Delilah turned and straddled me, planting her knees on either side of my hips. Her big breasts were almost in my face, with only the see-through fabric of her top between us.
“You know,” she murmured. “I don’t usually like doing this—giving lap dances I mean.”
“Well, you seem to be enjoying this one,” I pointed out. “Unless you’re faking it.”
“No, I’m not.” She shook her head, her long curls shifting over her shoulders with the motion. “Maybe because…” She looked up at me through her eyelashes. “Because you remind me of someone.”
“Oh?” I asked. My heart was pounding. “And who do I remind you of, baby?”
“Someone special.” Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around my left wrist. With her thumb, she began to caress the old scar I had there—one I had gotten years ago protecting her from a dog that had gone crazy for some reason. Delilah had just moved in with us and the incident had been a scary one for her. She’s still deathly afraid of dogs because of it—not that I blame her. That fucking thing would have torn her throat out if I hadn’t gotten in the way.
“And how is he special to you?” I asked. Was she trying to tell me something? Did she know it was me behind the mask?
“He’s the most special man in my life,” she murmured. “But lately we’ve been apart for most of the time. And well…I miss him. He was always so kind and strong and protective,” she added, still rubbing my scar. “If he was here, I would give him a very special dance.”
“How? I mean, special in what way?” My voice was a hoarse growl and I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful body.
Delilah bit her lip.
“Well, it’s kind of hard to explain. Maybe…maybe I should show you? I mean, I could pretend that you’re him…if you don’t mind.”
Part of me knew I ought to stop things right then and there. But somehow I just couldn’t.
“All right, baby,” I murmured. “Show me…pretend I’m him—the special man in your life.”
“I will.” She let go of my wrist and then, deliberately holding my eyes with her own, she untied the bow at the front of her bra and spread the fabric wide, showing me her big, naked tits. I had never seen nipples so ripe and juicy…or so tight. Fucking gorgeous.
I made a low sound in my throat but somehow managed to keep my hands at my sides. This was my little sister, I reminded myself. I shouldn’t want to touch her. Shouldn’t want to feel those big breasts filling my hands or want to suck those ripe, juicy nipples and make her moan with pleasure.
I expected her to thrust her breasts right in my face, but Delilah wasn’t done talking yet.
“Do you know different strip clubs have different rules about what can and can’t happen during a lap dance?” She asked, her breasts swaying gently as she talked.
“Oh? And how do you know that?” I asked suspiciously. “Have you danced at a lot of them?”
“No—just The Doll House,” she told me. “And I was only dancing there to get my special guy’s attention. I knew he would find out I was dancing and then he couldn’t ignore me. But I did my due diligence when I was choosing where to strip.”
This was all news to me. I suddenly wondered if all the trouble Delilah had been getting into for the past year was all just to get my attention. She must have felt hurt and abandoned when I left her that night and then refused to see her again. And it was all because of that stupid Unbreakable Law…a law I was feeling more and more ambivalent about.