Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He lowered himself to one of the sofas, sitting right in the center with his arms spread out in both directions over the back of the couch. “How about right here?” With his knees planted far apart, a king in his home, he looked at me. “Show me what you’ve got.”
“My turn to be tested?”
“Yes.” He grabbed his phone off the coffee table and played music through his speakers overhead. He hit another control, dropping the light until it was moody and dark.
Stripper music.
The bass filled his penthouse, the music so loud that I wouldn’t be able to hear him unless he shouted. It was like we were in a club, just the two of us.
I was up for the challenge.
I tossed my bag aside, standing in my skirt and blouse. My eyes moved to his as I reached for the buttons of my top, immediately swaying my hips to the music, bending my knees and getting low to the floor, dropping my booty like I could pick up a bill with my cheeks.
He was still, his eyes growing more intense.
The buttons were unfastened, and then the blouse came free, revealing my lacy black bra underneath. It pushed my tits together, distinct in color against my fair skin. My hands moved into my long hair, and I threw my head back, flipping my hair around until it covered most of my face.
Just like J.Lo in Hustlers, I worked it.
And he liked it.
Piece by piece, my clothing fell to the floor, remaining in my heels and thong. Watching the look on his face was a turn-on, seeing the way he wanted me and could easily show it with just his eyes. He fidgeted sometimes, moving his legs, rubbing the back of his head with his palm, anxious.
I drew it out on purpose. I loved to dance, so I moved around, digging my hands in my hair, dropping myself low so he could have a full view of my ass right in his face. When I stood up, my thumbs hooked under the lace, and then I slowly pulled them down, leaning over as I did it, bending all the way down until I shook my ass in his face.
I arched my back up and flipped my hair at the same time, looking at him over my shoulder.
I didn’t hear what he said, but I saw the word on his mouth. “Fuck.”
I strutted to him then lowered myself to his lap.
He instantly drew in a breath when I was there, his hands moving to feel my smooth thighs.
I sat on his hard dick in his jeans and rocked, giving him a lap dance.
His hips instinctively thrust against me, his dick wanting to break through his jeans and slide inside the wetness waiting for him. He didn’t downplay his arousal. He didn’t play it cool like some guys would. He wore his desire on his sleeve, in his eyes, and that was so sexy.
My hand fished into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
His eyes watched me.
I grabbed the wad of cash and threw it into the air, letting the bills spread apart and flutter through the air, raining down on our bodies and the cushions and floor.
His face visibly flushed—like the wait was torture.
My hands popped the buttons of his jeans and pulled down the zipper, my tits in his face.
He swallowed.
My fingers slipped under his jeans, and I slowly started to tug. “I do more than lap dances…but it’s going to cost you.”
He inhaled a slow and deep breath, like the role-play was super hot. “You’re worth it, baby.”
“Yeah? Then what do you want me to do first?”
His hands moved to my ass and squeezed my cheeks. “Get on your knees.”
I slid to the floor, my hands pulling his bottoms with me, getting them down to his thighs, his large dick plump and slightly red.
He grabbed the base of his dick and cupped my cheek, directing my mouth to his drooling head. “Fuck my dick with that pretty mouth.”
My tongue emerged and flattened, and I leaned over to take it deep in my throat, my hair all over his lap. I craned my neck and got it inside, hearing him moan so loud, it was audible over the music.
This was a nice dick to suck, so I enjoyed it.
I gave it to him hard because I was caught up in the moment, lost in the fantasy of being a stripper.
His hand held on to my neck, and he thrust his hips toward me, fucking me hard with that big dick that made it nearly impossible to breathe. He pulled on my head as he angled his hips, grunting loudly, so into it like it was a dirty fantasy he had himself.
Knowing how much he enjoyed it made me enjoy it, and I met his aggression with my own.