Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
She spins again, stepping between my legs this time and putting herself exactly where I want her. She places a hand on each leg, bending so her face is in front of mine. She’s flushed and her violet eyes are aroused—I can see it. This dance is getting to her, too. My eyes go down to her breasts and the stiff peaks of her nipples, finding them pressed against the sheer shirt. She drops down to her knees, dancing with her whole body. My breath almost stills in my lungs as her face comes so fucking close to my crotch that I want to take over. She slithers and stretches back up, somehow getting closer. She’s so close I swear I can feel her breath against my balls, even through my slacks. Ana somehow goes back, then lets her arm support her as she gyrates her ass to the floor. She sits back while extending her leg straight up, the skirt falling back and giving me a peek underneath, but not near enough. She stays leaned back, but thrusts her hips out toward me. It’s a challenge to keep my face impassive. It’s more than I can do to hide the giant erection currently tenting my pants.
Like a snake, she slithers back up between my legs. I watch every hypnotic roll of her body. Somehow she manages to stay in perfect time with the music. She might have not given lap dances here at the club, but she’s damn perfect at them. She doesn’t need to give any fucker the show I’m getting except me. And as often as I want. That thought only solidifies when her hands move up to the shirt and slowly starts unbuttoning. She gets two buttons undone, enough that I can see the mounds of her breasts before she turns around. She takes off the shirt with ease, but the white material blocks my view of her body. When she tosses it on the ground, I want to scream “Yes!” like a little kid.
This time after teasing me, she gives me her back, but sits down on my lap. I know she can feel my dick pressing up against her. The bastard has forgotten every hard lesson I’ve taught him and is practically begging. She pushes down against my dick and I know it’s not my imagination that I can feel the heat from her pussy. She reaches behind her and takes my hands, sliding them up until they rest just under her breasts. She leans against me then, her arms going up and hugging around my neck. Her face is resting close enough that I can feel a gentle kiss against the pulse point of my artery. She’s smiling. The tease knows she’s getting to me. Then again, she’d have to be stupid to not know it. She glides back down to the floor, using it to thrust out like she might crawl. Jesus. I want her crawling to me. Would she freak out over that? I might have to train her awhile, before she would understand. She curls back around and there goes that one leg up again, giving me a glimpse of heaven. When both go up, I’m almost at my end. She hooks each leg on mine, using it to suspend her ass in the air, her body bent so much it looks like a fucking piece of erotic art. Her hands slide along her thighs and against the small covering on her pussy—silk, deep blue with small glimpses of the treasure beneath. I watch as she kicks her legs back in the air, her ass still suspended until she somehow flips over. She stands back up and this time as I watch her hips circle, she takes off her skirt a little at a time. Oddly enough, I’m glued to her face. She’s definitely smiling.
Her breasts are jutting out, screaming her excitement. Her face is flushed, and I know if I touch her, I’ll find her wet. Is it because of the dance? Would she be this way with anyone? Or is it me? It could be either—or both. Another reason her stance on no lap dances will continue.
She places those stilettos between my legs damn close to my dick. She stands up on the couch and dances like a pro before her legs bend and she comes down onto my lap. Her hands are behind my neck and she pulls my face into her breasts while her lower body grinds against my cock.
That’s when my control snaps. I grab her hips and push her harder against me. She gasps as her nails dig into my head, trying to pull me deeper into her breasts. My lips seek out and find one of her breasts, and I suck the hardened nipple into my mouth.