Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I don’t have much to take off since I’m only in a t-shirt and panties, but I decide removing the lace thong first is my best bet. I turn away from him, bend over at the waist, and shimmy my hips as I tug the scrap of lace down my legs. I can hear the change in his breathing as my sex is revealed.
I may have never been to a strip club, but there were always scenes in the movies Bobby would watch on TV, so I know that lap dances are like a prized occurrence with strippers. I step closer to him and swat at his hands when he reaches for me.
‘Uh un,” I say twitching my index finger back and forth. “No touching.”
His wide smile is contagious, and mine is ear to ear when Def Leppard fades out, and Warrant’s Cherry Pie begins. He either likes 80’s Hair Bands or he’s created an entire playlist of stripper music.
I shimmy and shake and walk around him as he sits in the chair. I told him no touching, but my hands are all over him. I nip at his ear and run my hands over his flexing abs. When I make it around the chair the second time, I stand in front of him and pull my t-shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor.
I grip a breast with one hand and begin to inch the other one down my body. His eyes follow my moving hand.
“Em,” he warns as my fingers begin to descend dangerously close to my throbbing clit.
I’m dancing for him to turn him on when in fact it’s had the exact same effect on my body as well.
I hiss when my finger roams over my swollen clit and is met with the slickness of my desire for him. My legs tremble slightly, and I pull my hand from my body, placing my now wet fingers on his lower lip. I straddle his legs and his hands instinctively move to hold onto my hips. I grind against his erection as I lean in to kiss him.
One of his hands moves to grip my ass and the other fumbles with his boxer briefs, tugging them down. My core is met with the searing heat of his cock, and I’ve never felt anything better. I lift up slightly and allow him to notch himself against my entrance. We groan into each other’s mouths as I sink slowly down on him.
I use rarely utilized leg muscles to slide up and down his length, and I can tell this isn’t a tempo I’ll be able to maintain for long. I wrap my arms around his neck and look directly into his eyes as we take our pleasure from each other.
“Help me,” I beg as my muscles quiver in warning of failure.
Without a word he reaches under my thighs and uses his arm strength to raise and lower me over his thick cock. Each downward stroke his body grazing my clit, working magic on my body inside and out.
“Fuck, I love you,” he says just before his mouth reaches out and latches onto my nipple. I hiss at the heat and suction, barely able to keep my eyes open as the amazing sensations begin to take over my body.
I lean my head in and rest it on his shoulder. “Oh God!” I scream as the orgasm I was certain was still a few minutes away takes me by surprise and jolts my body with convulsions.
Without a word, Diego moans and I feel the pulses of his orgasm deep inside of me. His panting breath shoots out and moves my hair, tickling my shoulder.
“What was that?” I ask sleepily.
He shrugs. “You said you wanted to see strippers.” I smile against his neck. “Fucked it up by not taking off my damn boots first.”
“I thought it was awesome, and it ended perfectly.” I rotate my hips slightly for good measure.
“You were so fucking sexy dancing for me. I think you should do it every night.”
I chuckle. “Sure, we can just put a pole right here in the middle of the room.” I feel him smile this time. “That was a joke, Diego. There will be no stripper pole in our bedroom.”
“Damn it,” he grumbles playfully.
“Come on stripper, let’s get a shower and get some sleep.” Without another word he stands from the chair and effortlessly lifts me and carries me to the bathroom.
***
It feels like I’ve just fallen asleep when the bed shifts and Diego is shuffling around the room.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I watch him hastily tug on jeans and a black shirt.
Once he’s done getting dressed, he leans over the bed, his face only a few inches from mine. “This will be all over tonight, Emmalyn.” Just as I’m about to ask him what he’s talking about, he continues. “You’ll never have to worry about Bobby again.”