The Dancer Read online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 150002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 750(@200wpm)___ 600(@250wpm)___ 500(@300wpm)
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So this weekend in Miami was twofold. It’s what I’d told her as well as something else I want to do for her. Well it’s for both of us.

After what her father had done to her I’m taking it upon myself to go the extra mile to reassure her that she never has to worry about me doing that shit to her ever.

“I’m going to miss you.” I like when she gets like this. Clingy and soft. My little enigma. One minute she’s a strong opinionated woman who knows her own mind. But every once in a while she seeks me out because she needs my strength to lean on.

It’s the best of both worlds. Now if I could just get her to go back to dressing like she used to we’d be good. She’d made a complete wardrobe change on her little shopping trip and now everything was short dresses and skirts with sweaters that either hugged her tits or showed too much cleavage.

I wasn’t dumb enough to say shit to her, not since the night of the opening. Her feminist ass had reamed me a new one the next day after she got through ranting about her father and his slut as she put it.

I’m working on not being that guy, but it’s not easy. Every time she gets ready to walk out the door I want to lock her in our damn room and leave her there.

The thing is, I’ve been with women who dressed way more provocatively and it never mattered, but now I’m measuring the length of her skirts in my mind and shit.

Tony’s been having a grand old time at my expense but I can’t wait until it’s his turn. He talks a lot of shit now, but we’ll see how fine he is with his woman walking around this fucking city looking like sex on heels.

I haven’t reached the point of checking her phone and shit but it’s close. Me, the man who can’t even remember the name of a woman two minutes after she left my bed is strung the fuck out.

I grumble if I wake up in the morning and she’s not there, and she seems to be catching on because now she stays in bed until I wake up. She’s still doing her staring shit, but I’ll take that over a cold bed any day.

“When are you leaving?”

“I was thinking Friday afternoon and coming back Sunday morning. That’s your busiest time at the studio, so I figured you’d be too busy to miss me.”

“It’s not that, I just like knowing that you’re here even if I don’t get to see you all day. But it’s cool. I’ll just see if Sherrie wants to do something Saturday night.”

“What? Where you going?”

“I don’t know yet.” She was doing this shit on purpose. How am I supposed to get on a plane with that shit in my head?

“Maybe we’ll just hang out at the club.”

“Your ass is too young to get into my club.”

“That’s okay, I know someone.” She ran her hand up my chest and gave me one of those dick rising smiles. “You’re gonna get yourself in trouble, I thought you had work to do.”

“Work can wait.” Her hand found my dick and squeezed and that was all it took for me to drag her up my body and pull her legs around my hips. She was still wet from our morning ride, so my dick just slid into her.

I held her ass and fucked her on and off my dick, rocking her to a nice sweet orgasm with my tongue in her mouth. “Your pussy’s still so tight, damn.” It takes my dick a good two minutes to slide out of her.

She did some kinda exercise with her pussy muscles and made my cock very happy. She laughed like a lunatic when I flung her to her back and fucked into her hard.

Her laugh turned into a long drawn out moan that made my balls tingle. “Kiss me!” She grabbed my head and pulled it down to hers, pushing her tongue in my mouth and wrapped her legs around me.

I went slow making sure she felt each ridge in my dick as I stroked into her and she inched her ass back. I love the fact that she still has trouble taking me. That she still makes those pussy hurt noises when I hit her at a certain angle, it makes me feel manly and shit.

I took her head in my hands looking down at her as she moved with me, her arms wrapped around me almost as tight as her pussy.

“You’re so soft!” I whispered words of encouragement in her ear, told her how beautiful and brave she was as I drilled her. She responded the way I expected, her pussy juicing harder as she sucked at me with her inner muscles.


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