Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
I nodded at her. She poured my preferred whiskey into a glass and slid it to me. “I’ll put it on your tab, darlin’,” she told me. “Your table is open.”
I raised my glass to her in thanks before heading over to the corner booth in the very back corner of the club. Setting my glass down, I took a seat and leaned back, looking toward the stage to see who was dancing tonight.
My lips parted the slightest bit at the sight of the black-haired beauty twirling around the pole. She was in sky-scraper platform heels in a skimpy little outfit that covered the important bits but left nothing else about her to the imagination. Her hips were wide, her ass way more than a handful, and her thick, luscious thighs jiggled with each step she took. Her upper body was slim though, with breasts no more than a C-cup.
And fuck if I wasn’t addicted. Just by the mere sight of her.
When her eyes somehow met mine all the way over in my dark corner, I went beyond the point of being addicted and became obsessed. Her eyes were a striking green color, almost like a cat’s. The breath was instantly knocked from my lungs.
With a sultry smile thrown my way, she slowly made her way off the stage, another girl instantly taking her spot. As she headed in my direction, I used my boot to shove the table out of the way some. She smiled at me, making me feel like I was the only man in the room.
“Hey, handsome. You frequent here a lot?” she asked, settling a knee on the booth.
I nodded at her. She never lost that pretty fucking smile as she walked her fingers across my chest. I shuddered, my cock aching. I hadn’t had this reaction to a woman in a long time. I usually just got lap dances to put money in their pockets since I was here taking up space.
But this girl… she wasn’t even straddling my lap yet, and I was already aching for her.
“Tonight is my first night, handsome. I think I’d like you to be the first man I give a lap dance to. Will you let me?”
Fuck, she did not have to ask that twice.
I nodded and rested my arms on the back of the booth. She winked at me and moved to straddle my lap, her ass hitting the edge of the table. I pushed it back further to make her more comfortable. My whiskey sloshed over the rim and splashed onto the tabletop, but I couldn’t even bring myself to care about wasting perfectly good whiskey.
Not with a woman like this straddling my lap, her barely covered core rubbing against my crotch.
She sensually moved her hips, her hands running over my shoulders and down my chest. She slipped her hand under my cut, and I trembled.
“You don’t speak much, do you, big guy?” she asked, squeezing my biceps now.
I shook my head at her. Her smile softened a little, and I groaned when she moved just the right way to make me leak precum into my boxers.
“That’s okay, handsome. I prefer quiet men anyway.” Her fingertips traced over my jaw, her manicured nails scraping through my beard. “I bet when you talk, it’s only all the right things that need to be said.”
I didn’t respond in any way. She ground against me, and my head fell back against the cushioned headrest of the booth, my breath sawing in and out of my lungs.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, handsome.”
I managed to lift my head to look at her through slitted eyes. “Only if you do, too,” I rasped.
Her eyes widened in surprise before they heated, lust brimming her irises. “Would you like that?” I nodded in answer. She began to ride me harder. “Then, your wish is my command, handsome.”
I groaned, my fingers itching to touch her as she rubbed herself on me, dampening the front of my jeans. But I didn’t care. I’d end up riding back to the clubhouse with cum in my fucking jeans and boxers. I wasn’t ashamed in the slightest.
Hard to be ashamed of anything this beautiful beauty made me do.
Her lips parted, her eyes closing. “Touch me,” she pleaded.
I clamped my hands on her hips, dragging her closer to me, and we both shattered. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, keeping herself quiet, and I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening on her hips as I came in my jeans like a teenager all over again, touching a woman for the first time.
It was, by far, the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had, and I wasn’t even inside of her when I came.
two
Athena
I couldn’t get the guy in the motorcycle vest out of my head after he left the club. And when I woke up the next morning after having extremely wicked, saucy dreams about him touching me in ways that made me burn up inside, I was no better off.