Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Clarke gasped at my confession. For someone so uptight, it was the truth. I loved fucking Clarke. I could have fucked her for the rest of my life without getting bored. But outside the bedroom, we had too many issues to make a relationship work.
I handed Ginger a wad of hundred-dollar bills, and she led us to the couch on the other side of the room. Clarke fell into me, taking us both down, the two of us crashing onto the couch in a tangle of limbs. Her hand landed on top of my cock. She gave me a quick squeeze as our eyes met.
I shook my head. “Don’t tease me, woman.”
Ginger danced for Clarke first, shaking her tits in her face. Last year, Mia dragged all of us to a strip club for a story she chased for The Philadelphia Inquirer. We broke off into pairs, Ethan helping Mia while I fucked Clarke in the champagne room. She acted liked she hated me for most of the night, but the alcohol won out.
As Ginger rocked her body, Clarke reached over and slid her hand along my thigh. She held my gaze, her breathing labored as if she were enjoying the dance.
Fuck, this is hot.
I beckoned her with my finger. “Come here.”
Her eyes flickered with desire before she looked at Ginger. “Dance for him,” she ordered. “My man is feeling left out.”
Ginger smiled as she switched laps, straddling my thighs as she moved her toned body. Clarke slid across the couch until our thighs touched, her eyes on me once more. Both of the women worked me in different ways. The stripper with her sexy moves and Clarke as she rubbed my cock over my jeans.
“Give me your mouth,” I said to Clarke as I gripped her chin.
She glided her tongue along her bottom lip and continued to stroke me over my pants. “Make me.”
A growl ripped from my throat. “Ride my cock.”
She pressed her lips together, thinking over my request. “Do you mind, Ginger? I think Will wants me all to himself.”
“Sure thing, sugar.”
Ginger stopped shaking her tits and jumped off me. She gave Clarke a smile, and I handed her more money before she walked away. Without hesitation, Clarke climbed onto my lap, straddling me with her long, killer thighs. There was nothing better than having her wrapped around me while I fucked her. Swaying her hips to the beat, Clarke moved in tune with the rock music pumping through the speakers.
“This changes nothing,” she whispered against my lips. “I still hate you.”
“And I still want to fuck you.”
“That’s about all we’re good at.”
My cock grew harder each time she rocked her hips. I got lost in the dance, under this beautiful woman’s spell. Clarke pressed her hands to my thighs, leaning forward as she shook her tits inches from my face. I grabbed her tits and shoved my face between them. Clarke moaned when I bit her nipple over her shirt. The fabric was so thin her nipples poked right through it.
I thrust upward, as if I were driving into her tight pussy. If my friends weren’t here, I would have paid the strippers to leave and fucked Clarke on the couch.
I ran my hands up the backs of her thighs when she threaded her arms around my neck. A wave of red-hot pleasure singed my skin. Each touch made me feel alive, out of control. Electric sparks pricked everywhere her fingers touched, igniting a fire inside me.
She grabbed my cock over my jeans, and I growled in response. Clarke knew how to get me fired up. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, my heart beating hard and fast in my chest. Parting my lips with her tongue, she moved her hand and rubbed her pussy against my cock.
She didn’t protest when I slid down her top, sucking her nipple into my mouth. No one could see us from this vantage point. Not like it would matter. All the guys were busy with strippers, not the least bit interested in us.
After a minute of playful teasing, Clarke shifted her shirt back into place. I took that as a sign she wanted to stop. But as usual, Clarke surprised me. She took my hand and shoved it up her skirt, slipping my fingers into her panties.
“Fuck,” I whispered as I tested her wetness.
She soaked right through her panties, coating my fingers with her juices. I pushed one finger inside her, and she moaned so loud it was obvious what we were doing over here. Still, no one cared. The music drowned out her moans as I added another finger.
She hissed each time I withdrew my fingers.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.” She clamped down on my fingers. “And still so fucking tight.”
“You like that?” Clarke asked with a wicked grin.