Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
“Playtime?” Excitement sparks in my core as he pulls me close, his hardened bulge rubbing against my lower stomach suggestively.
“Yes, I want you to dance for me on stage. My eyes only.”
My mouth suddenly goes dry. Heat creeps up my chest as I imagine what kind of playtime he’s talking about because I don’t think this will be just dancing.
“Okay,” I tell him before I can change my mind and chicken out. He pulls me with him into the main room. All the lights are on, making this place look like a lounge or bar more than a strip club.
Myles takes one of the chairs closest to the main stage.
“There is no music,” I point out, unsure if I can dance without it.
He pulls out his phone and starts typing something on the screen. A moment later, “Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande starts playing from his phone. It’s not very loud, but it’s enough for me to hear it on the stage.
“Should I go put one of the outfits on?”
“No, just strip.” He leans back in the chair and runs his heated gaze over my body. “I want you to strip completely. I want to see your juicy cunt when you dance for me.”
God, we’re both still fully dressed, and I haven’t even started dancing, but I’m already turned on by his dirty talk. Spinning around, I walk onto the stage, making sure I let my hips sway suggestively.
I start dancing around the pole, moving my body in the most sexual way I can think of, and apparently, I’m doing a good job because Myles groans and appreciates it. I can see him unbuckle his belt, and it reminds me to take my own clothes off.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pull it up and over my head, then drop it on the floor carelessly. I have to take my shoes off before I can get to my leggings, and unfortunately, nothing is sexy about slipping off a pair of sneakers, but Myles doesn’t seem to care. He looks at me with hooded eyes while unzipping his pants.
When I’m free of my shoes, I quickly get rid of my socks. With only my underwear left, I feel more sexy than ever as I swing myself around the pole a few times. I move my body to the music and continue when the next song comes on.
Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra and let it fall down my arms. Myles is stroking himself now, his cock thick and swollen. Just seeing him like this has my core tightening and a swarm of butterflies fluttering around my stomach.
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my thong, I push the silky piece of fabric down my legs and step out of it. Myles starts jerking himself off faster, and the image of him pleasuring himself while looking at me has me so mesmerized I forget to keep dancing.
“Sit down on the edge of the stage and spread your legs for me,” he orders, his voice gruff. “I want to see how wet your pussy is.”
I obey without hesitation. Sitting my naked ass onto the edge of the stage, I spread my thighs apart so he can see me.
“Now touch your pretty little cunt for me. Draw circles around your clit with your fingers.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m already burning up, aching for a release. My fingers touch the small bundle of nerves. It’s already sensitive and swollen, and I know it won’t take me long to come, especially not with Myles watching me like this.
“Now dip your middle finger in. I want to see you finger fuck yourself. Use your palm to keep pressure on your clit.”
“Myles,” I moan out his name, letting my head fall back. I close my eyes and slide my finger inside of my opening just like he asks. I’m so hot, all over. I’m burning up from the inside, and the only thing that can save me is a release.
“Yes, keep doing that. Fuck yourself for me. And when you’re all done, and your pussy is nice and wet, I’m going to bend you over the bar and fuck you hard and fast.”
“God… I’m so wet already…”
My finger slides in and out with ease because I’m so soaked. I add a second finger, stretching myself while I rub my clit with my palm. I’m so close, I’m about to come, so close…
“Fuck.” A male voice meets my ears, and my eyes fly open.
I freeze and scan the room. Absolutely mortified, I look past Myles and see Tommy standing a few feet behind him. His mouth hangs wide open, and his eyes are trained on me while I have my fingers still inside me.
“Turn the fuck around,” Myles snarls at him. Tommy does right away, but it’s too late. He’s already seen me.