She ran her hands down her breasts, her abs, and caressed her sex before stroking her sides and sinking her fingers into herhair. On fire, she couldn’t stop the pulsing lust as it swept her away.
“Yo, honey, dance this way,” yelled the annoying customer at the table.
She snapped to attention when someone grabbed her calf. She spun around. grabbed the guys wrist, and twisted.
“Fuck!” he screamed.
She let go and glared at him. “You touch me again, you lose that hand.”
Carrera had shoved out of his chair. His eyes were narrowed, his nostrils flared, and his fingers curled into fists. His “Don’t fuck with her” stance turned her on… and made her feel safe.
For the first time in a long, long time, someone had her back.
One of the security guys hurried over. “Everything okay?”
“He got handsy,” Carrera tossed a nod toward the guy, “but the dancer handled it.”
As if that outburst hadn’t just happened, Slash continued to gyrate and shake her assets in front of him. When the song ended, the men at the table erupted in applause. Several offered her money before Carrera helped her down.
“You slayed me,” he growled. “Fucking slayed me.”
“Sit,” she commanded him, her voice thick with lust. “Time for a grind.”
“Damn, woman,” he ground out. “You fucking own me.”
He moved his chair, she slinked close, circling her hips, arching her back, and thrusting her tits in his face.
He eyed her breasts. Lust streaked through him, and his cock firmed.
After shaking her titties, she turned around, bent over, and wiggled her ass. He caressed her bottom, his throaty growl ripping through her like wildfire.
His hands on her bare ass had her insides quivering, her core slickened with need. She couldn’t deny that the boy she’d onceloved fiercely had become the man of her dreams. She craved his touch, desperate to feel him claiming her, making her surrender to him… to the ecstasy.
Facing him, she lowered herself into his lap, and arched her back. With her hands over her head, she let the beat of the music sweep her away as she imagined his hard cock buried deep inside her.
On a moan, she ran her tongue over her lower lip while his ravenous gaze turned her into a wild beast, filled with a lust so powerful, she started grinding on him.
“Fuck, you are so hot,” he bit out.
As the song roared to a climax, she pulled aside the material covering her nipples. His gaze jumped to her pink nibs, and he released a long, deep growl that sent jolts of adrenaline racing through her.
Leaning close, she pressed her mouth to his ear. “I can’t wait for you to suck them.”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
When the music ended, she collected her sarong from around his neck, and stood. After tying it around her waist, she whispered, “Back room?”
“Hell, yes,” he rasped.
She couldn’t wait, didn’t care who was in the orgy room, didn’t give a fuck who watched them. She had to have him. Couldn’t wait to rip off his clothes, rake her hands over his hard-muscled body, and take him inside her.
A throaty growl ripped from his throat. He stood, grasped her hand, and led her through the club. Down the dimly-lit hallway they hurried to the door at the end. He swiped his card and in they went.
Within seconds their eyes adjusted to the red room. Several couples and small groups were scattered around the space, everyone laser-focused on their carnal fun. He led her to adark corner where a sofa, covered in a black sheet, waited. He dropped his sport coat, unbuttoned his shirt enough to yank it over his head. His pants were gone in seconds.
On went the condom. He lifted her into the air, backed her against the wall, shoved aside her thong, and drilled into her.
The rush of euphoria had her crying out, her body shaking from the onslaught of pleasure while he slammed into her again and again.
