by Jamie Knight
Easing further inside, he fucked me harder, kissing my knees and the lower part of my thighs. I squealed and giggled, Klaus knowing all my best spots, even the ones that weren’t obvious.
I moaned and squeaked as he fucked me even harder, building up to a regular, steady rhythm, pumping his massive cock in my pussy, his nice, thick shaft throbbing like a second heartbeat.
“You okay, honey?” He asked as he pumped me.
“Fuck yes,” I enthused.
We can in sweet unison, my beautiful man filling me up with his warm, thick cum. Blasting it into me and making me hum from the warmth. I loved the feeling of his cum and no longer fear what it could lead to. After having sweet little Izzy, I was looking forward to it.
I took hold of his cock as he took it out of me. Stroking his lovely as gently as I could in my amped up state, I dropped my head and sucked him off. Going as fast as I could and as low as I could, getting most of his cock down my throat before I had to stop. With him gently holding my hair, I enthusiastically deep-throated him until he blessed me with another load of delicious cum, swallowing it all down without wasting a single drop.
“Can I be on top?” I asked, between licks on his beautiful cock.
“Of course, sweetheart.”
Getting up onto the bed, he lay down flat, angling his still rock hard cock, so it was easy for me to straddle him. Sinking down slowly but surly until I was halfway down his beautiful cock. With his hands on my his and mine on his chest, I began to slowly bounce, stroking my cock the length of his cock and then back again. Rotating my hips at the top of each pump, first clockwise and then counterclockwise, just to keep things interesting.
Gaining in confidence with each passing moment, I started to go faster, until I was bouncing on his monster cock like it was a pogo-stick, moaning a gasping ecstatically as I rode him. In another example of beautiful synchronicity, I hit my peak at the same time as he unloaded another sweet load inside me. Further, increasing the chances of Izzy having a little brother or sister.
Collapsed against him, and he held me tight, kissing my cheek as he cuddled me, his cock still deep in my pussy.
“Honey,” I asked when I started to rally.
“Yes, honey,” he asked between kisses.
“Will you please put it in my ass?”
That got his attention, his eyes fling open in a way that was almost cartoonish. It was all I could do not to giggle.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. It’s something I’ve always been curious about but never had the nerve to try it.”
“Okay, let’s get you ready.”
Gently easing out my pussy, he left me laying on my belly as he knelt beside me on the bed. Starting out by gently massaging my ass to help me get relaxed, he started stretching out my asshole. Gently at first, e started doing it a bit harder as I got used to it. Starting out feeling a little odd, it became to be quite pleasurable.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped as e dipped his head down, giving my asshole the same pleasure with his tongue that he had gifted my pussy.
Eating out my ass until I screamed, he eased a wetted finger in, quickly turning my screams to sweet, pleasured moans. My hips began to move with him as he gently fingered me, warming me up to take the full, beautiful glory of his cock.
I had what felt very much like an orgasm. My entire body shaking hard. Cleaning off his finger with a wet wipe, he opened the top drawer in the night table. I couldn’t see much but heard the distinctive sound of a plastic bottle snapping open. I gasped softly as cool lube dribbled onto my asshole. Gently massaging it around the exterior of my asshole in gentle circles, also pushing in a couple of times, he got another wet wipe and then pressed the bit, throbbing head of his big, beautiful cock up against my asshole. With a deep breath, I did my best to relax and prepare myself before he gently pushed in.
“You okay, sweetie,” he asked when his head was all the way in.
“Uh-huh.”
“How does it feel?”
“F-full b-but g-g-g-good.”
Getting about a third of his full length into my tight, virgin ass, he took me by the hips and started rocking gently back and forth. Slowly working his cock in my as I slowly adjusted, slowly getting used to the feeling of being filled up so completely.
Like he had done when first fucking my pussy, Klaus took things slow, gradually increasing in intensity as I was able to handle it until he was pumping me at full speed. My sweet husband tenderly taking my anal virginity in our marriage bed.
Klaus held me and kissed me as my entire body shook with my first proper ass-gasm, his wonderful cum filling me up and warming me all over.
Gently pulling out of me, Klaus cleaned us both up and took me in a warm embrace. We still had a lot to do. More cap at ion to get to. We had reservations at the resort for the next afternoon, so we can enjoy skiing and spiked hot chocolate without the risk of any drama with exs. Then we had tickets to Bermuda where we would keep working on making another baby. Right then though, we were perfectly happy just to cuddle.
“Merry Christmas,” Klaus said.
“Merry Christmas,” I agreed.
“I love, heart.”
“I love you too.”
We kissed tenderly and held each other as we had an early night, getting ready for the crazy busy days to come.
THE END
Stripped
A Forbidden Hot Boss Romance
Forbidden Hot Boss Book 4
Copyright © 2020 Nikki Rayne & Jamie Knight.
All rights reserved.
Chapter One - Shane
“Screw this.” I stood and shoved away from the conference table. “No fucking way.” My three business partners glanced at one another. “This isn’t something I’m interested in. Period. When you said you wanted to talk about opening a new club, I didn’t think you meant a fucking strip club. We run nightclubs, not titty bars.”
My cousin Liam pinched the bridge of his large nose. “Shane, sit the fuck down and calm the fuck down. The Bachelor’s owner will be here in five minutes. I don’t want him walking into a brawl.”
I jabbed a finger in his direction. “You of all people should know how I feel about strippers.”
He scowled at me. “C’mon, man. That was almost twenty-five years ago. You were ten. Not every stripper is a money grabber who breaks up families. Most just want to earn a living.”
I briefly closed my eyes. Angel, aka Missy, aka the stripper my dad had left my mom for, had tainted my view of women who took their clothes off for profit.
Jack, usually the typical hot-headed redhead, gestured for me to sit. “Calm down. This could net us millions in profits. I’ve seen the numbers. At least sit and listen to Johnny.”
“Not interested.”
Noah raised his dark eyebrows. “Why not hear the guy out?”
“Fine,” I said, relenting. “But don’t expect him to change my mind. I’m not putting my money into some sticky-floored strip joint in the middle of nowhere.”
“It’s not in the middle of nowhere,” Noah explained. “You might not like strip clubs, but you know as well as I do that Atlanta is the strip club capital of the country. Buying one is a no brainer.”
I yanked out my chair and sat. Sure, I was acting like a petulant child, but I had every reason. At the age when I’d needed my dad the most, he’d knocked up his stripper mistress and then left my mom alone to raise my two younger sisters and me. To make matters worse, he hadn’t paid one cent in child support.
For the family to get by, I worked as much as school allowed and gave all my wages to my mom. What she earned as a kindergarten teacher was barely enough to cover the bills. Even with both of us working, meals were still slim, and occasionally, the lights would be shut off. It was not an easy childhood, and the experience left me bitter.
I got it, not every stripper was like Missy, but it would take a lot to convince me they all weren’t out for a
rich baby daddy. Not that my dad was rich, but he worked as an accountant for a finance firm and had done okay for himself. I hadn’t seen him since the day he’d left. I’d refused to have anything to do with him. The last I’d heard, he lived in Las Vegas, having traded in Missy for a younger model.
I skimmed through my phone will waiting for Johnny to arrive. I laughed to myself. He sounded like a mobster and probably used the club as a front for drugs or gun-running.
“He’s here,” Liam said. “Don’t act like an ass, Shane.”
I glared in his direction. “I’ll act whatever way I want.”
The man who walked into our conference room was exactly what I’d expected—overweight and sixty-something with dyed black hair, an orange tan, and teeth so white, my eyes were dazzled when he smiled. Chunky gold rings adorned his fingers, and a rope necklace hung around his neck. He had cliché written all over him.
Liam stood and shook his hand. “Thanks for coming to meet us.”
Johnny clasped Liam’s hand and shrugged. “No problem. I have a few interested parties, but since you guys are the nightclub kings of Atlanta, I hope we can come to an agreement.”
“Us too.” Liam dropped his hand and did the introductions. For the next hour, Johnny went over the figures the club brought in each week and how much each stripper gave him for house fees. The numbers seemed too good to be true.
“How much do they charge for tricks?” I asked, looking directly into the man’s eyes. “Do you get a cut of that too?”
“Excuse my cousin,” Liam said with a scowl. “He got out of bed on the wrong side this morning.”
“It’s alright.” Jonny leaned back in his chair and sized me up for a few seconds before answering my question. “Not under my roof. I know it happens in other establishments. I look after the girls. Give them medical and dental. They don’t bring any trouble my way. I can’t attest to what they do in their free time, but I keep a clean house. No drugs, no sex, no funny business.”
His explanation didn’t convince me. “Why are you selling? The truth.”
Jonny sighed and opened his hands in a gesture of acceptance. “My wife died a few years ago. I gave all my time to my business and not my family. My daughter had her first baby last month. I want to be a grandpa and spend the rest of my days with my kids and grandkids. I’ve been doing this for longer than any of you have been alive. It’s time for someone with a fresh set of eyes to take over.”
I still wasn’t convinced. “Why us?”
“You guys know the business.” He shrugged.
I huffed out a laugh. “Hardly. Night clubs and strip clubs are two vastly different things.”
“Are they?” Jonny tilted his head to one side. “We’re all in the business of making people part with their money. Of making them forget about the real world for a while. We sell a fantasy, if only for a few hours.”
As much as I didn’t want to like Johnny, he was a nice guy and proved that appearances could be deceiving. He wasn’t a mobster or a drug runner. From the way he spoke, he seemed to genuinely enjoy his job.
However, agreeing to become part owner in a strip joint still felt wrong. Almost like I was betraying my mother.
After ten more minutes of questioning Johnny and going over small details, he left.
“I’m in,” Liam announced. “The Bachelor would be a good addition to our clubs and bars.”
“Count me in,” Jack added.
Noah nodded and grinned. “I’ll be in charge of hiring the talent. I’ll personally audition them.”
They all looked at me expectantly. I pursed my lips and shook my head. “I don’t know. Is this good for our brand?”
Liam sighed. “Personal feelings aside, Shane, you know this is a good deal. He’s practically giving the place away. Think with your head, not your heart. But if you feel that strongly, then we’ll walk away. From day one, we all agreed if one of us was out, we were all out.”
I drummed my fingers against the polished tabletop. I wasn’t sure if I could put my personal feelings aside. I wasn’t sure if I could think with my head and not my heart. The numbers were good—better than good. The income from drinks alone outshone our highest-earning club, and the cut from the talent, as Johnny referred to them, was jaw-dropping.
I blew out a long breath and looked at the ceiling. “Don’t make me regret this.”
I had a feeling I’d made the biggest mistake of my life.
Chapter Two - Alyssa
With one last glance at my reflection, I smoothed my hands over my hair, making sure there wasn’t a strand out of place. Maintaining the vibrant cherry-red color consisted of numerous and expensive visits to the stylist every two weeks.
My bright red hair, along with my red bra, panties, and shoes, were all part of my act and were part of the reason I’d earned the nickname Red Velvet. All the customers wanted to taste and lick my cream, but none ever would. They all thought they were in with a chance of taking me home for the night—as if. I didn’t date, and I especially wouldn’t date anyone involved with the club.
Men were only good for one thing—stuffing money inside my stockings and G-string. I didn’t need a man in my life. Heck, I hadn’t even had a dad. Growing up, my life had zero male input or influence. I didn’t need love, and if I ever felt horny, I only needed my fingers or my vibrator. I was self-sufficient. Always had been and always would be.
My mom kicked me out when I turned fourteen. My crime? Being sassy and disrespectful for not following her rules. Her crimes were much worse than mine. There wasn’t a pill she didn’t love.
I sighed and shook my head. I was a hormonal teenager for crying out loud. What teenager didn’t give their parents some sass and push boundaries? I moved from the leafy Atlanta suburbs into foster care, fell in with the wrong people, and did stuff I wasn’t proud of to survive.
At sixteen, I marched into The Bachelor and asked to audition for a job. I lied about my age and said I was eighteen, but Johnny saw right through me. He took pity on me, though, and gave me a job cleaning up tables.
When I turned eighteen, Johnny’s wife, Phyllis, God rest her soul, taught me how to use the pole and work the crowd. I’d been dancing and doing gymnastics since the age of five, so I could move and was more than flexible.
My strip tease career started five years ago. The first night I went on stage, although I was a bag of nerves, I brought in twice as much as every other girl. Since then, the guys came to see me, and everyone knew it. The old-timers accused me of taking all their money—tough shit. I busted my ass for every cent I earned.
Last year, I’d splurged on a house, but besides that, I lived frugally and saved as much as I could. One day, I would own The Bachelor and run it the way I wanted. Johnny was a few years away from retiring, and when he did, he promised I could buy the club.
Candy, one of my besties, strutted into the locker room, glitter covering her naked body. “You’re on. Be warned, there’s a bachelor party in. They’re all drunk and asking for blow jobs. Fuckers.”
“Great. The perfect way to end the week.” I rolled back my shoulders and grinned. “Showtime.”
“Knock ‘em dead, tiger.”
I strode to the floor. Wolf whistles sounded with every step I took. I kept my gaze focused on the stage and my lips in a pout. I acted like a cold bitch, and the customers ate it up.
DJ Dynamite announced my arrival. The club, packed to bursting, erupted. Dita Von Tease had nothing on me. When I reached the stage, Blade and Deke, who resembled human bulldogs, took my hands and helped me up the steps. The lights dimmed, and I got into position.
The place was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The first beats began, and I swayed my hips. The rhythm started slow, and like sex, became faster and rougher near the climax before tapering off for the cool down.
I closed my eyes, swung around the pole, turned upside down, and went through my routine. Every week, I choreographed a ne
w one. Sometimes, I improvised. It all depended on the night and my mood.
Money rained down like autumn leaves. Deke collected it as I danced so I wouldn’t slip. The faster I moved, the more money flew my way. Every now and again, I caught a customer’s eye, winked, and smiled, making him think that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance with me.
In front of the stage, the bachelor party howled like animals. Their glassy eyes and flushed cheeks told me what to expect, but if any of them came near me, Blade would break their hands.
The music reached its crescendo, and as it did, I took off my bra and kicked off my panties. I crawled around, my nipples brushing on the cold stage floor.
A group of four men standing at the bar with Johnny caught my attention. One of them, who reminded me of Chris Hemsworth, glared in my direction. He looked like a colonoscopy would be much more preferable than being here.
The broody disinterested thing he had going on left me wet and horny—something that never happened when I worked. I held his brown-eyed gaze, and for a few beats, it was like I was dancing for only him. I wanted him to look at me the way the other men did. I wanted him to want me.
His eyes held mine, but I couldn’t tell if he was disgusted or enthralled.
To finish my routine, like I always did, I slid into the splits and held my hands above my head. The crowd went crazy.
But he didn’t.
He didn’t smile.
He didn’t clap.
He didn’t cheer.
Blade and Deke draped a robe over my shoulders and helped me stand.
“Johnny wants a word,” Deke said, guiding me off the stage while Blade brushed up the money I’d earned.
“Tell him to come into the dressing room.” I secured the robe around my waist and covered up my nakedness.