by Candy Quinn
Then he thrust in. That thick, bulging shaft disappeared into my cunny, spearing into my depths and thrusting me open wide. He stretched my cunny taut about his girth and gave a low moan for his pleasure.
I didn’t hold back my scream of pleasure. I didn’t want to. He was so big against me, his masculine form making me feel so small and breakable. As he thrust in, my still stinging ass was pushed into the comforter and reminded me of his earlier sting.
It made a slight sound of wetness as he pierced me, and for a moment, I was embarrassed by just how wet he’d made me, but it didn’t last long.
“You might knock me up,” I gasped, and despite all I knew of him, it surprised me he’d take that chance and be so reckless with me.
Those words only seemed to goad the giant, muscular man on. And I watched as his broad, muscle-bulging frame swelled with each thrust. The sinew rippling across his whole body as he plunged deep into me, forcing my body to accommodate to a girth of cock I’d never before dreamed of having to take.
With his free hand he reached up, took hold of my face again. Somehow amid the rough fury of his thrusts, pounding me down into the bed, he managed to force me to look into his eyes with the same composure of our more relaxed time in the club. Our heavy breathing peppering the air as he seemed to peer into my soul.
“I want to,” he said, his voice a low growl of desire.
My heart was racing as I stared at him, mouth agape.
But my body betrayed my mind once more and I smiled a dark smile. It was as though, for once, I had him at my will rather than the other way around.
The words tumbled from me before I could stop them.
“You wanna cum in my pussy raw?” I cooed darkly, my eyes fluttering closed as I lifted my hips and grounds against him. But even when I was trying to reclaim some of that control and power, he took it from me by way of a harder thrust that stole my breath and made my body tremble.
“I’m going to,” he growled back to me, moving his body so that his powerful thighs supported him as he pumped into me. His two hard, strong hands groping at my flesh. He felt my breasts, kneaded their perky skin, then one hand dipped down to reach his thumb in towards my clit, nudging my own hand away. That thick digit prodding and circling my sensitive bud provoking it.
“You wanted me to breed your tight little pussy since the club,” he said to me, never failing to amaze me. “You ground out your greedy little climax like a bitch in heat. And now I’ll give you exactly what you wanted and more,” he seemed to roar the longer he went on, his body moving with such composed savagery.
His words sent me spinning, and as his hand rubbed my clit, there was no running from it. Not from him, not from my desires and needs, not from the truth.
I couldn’t hide it if I wanted to, my body trembling against his as a spark grew in the low of my belly before jolting out. Every nerve in my body came alive once more, my vision fogging and I had to close my eyes as I screamed out, “Yes!”
My pussy squeezed his, begging for just what he threatened me with. But he wouldn’t relent, not yet. His actions stilled, instead focusing on rubbing my sensitive clit, making it throb against him until I was so sensitive and raw that I could barely take it any longer.
I thrashed beneath him, my limbs flailing, but still he didn’t relent.
Not until my pussy gushed hot liquid around him and I screamed louder, shame and arousal writ on the high notes of my messy orgasm.
Then and only then, did that brute of a mobster blow his load in me.
All that rippling, hard muscle writhing as he grunted and heaved with the intensity of his release. He ploughed deep into me, right to the utmost depths of my fertile cunny and let loose such a torrent of cum like I’d never experienced or heard tale of.
All through our combined climaxes, his hand on my face kept me locked in place, kept my gaze upon his as we both shook with orgasm.
I stared into the eyes of a hard, criminal man as he dumped all his seed into me, his every intent carnal and lewd.
“You’re mine,” he rumbled out as his dick swelled and thick gouts of semen shot into me, his hips rocking as he milked out every last drop of his spunk into my fertile depths.
Everything in me shook, pleasure and fear wrapping around one another as I stared up at him. My world spun, my body was raw and still quivering with the aftershocks of bliss, and I was so desperately trying to find my breath.
It was the most intense sex of my life, and I hungered for more, grinding against him like... like a bitch in heat. Just as he’d said. I wanted every bit of his cum in me, just primal need.
Even my ex-boyfriend would not have been able to deliver it to me so promptly as that, but that stallion of a man, Luc, was not daunted. He began to pump his hips again, stealing his gaze away from mine to peer at the sight of my puffy, reddened cunny lips clinging to his thick shaft as he began to tug and thrust his magnificent tool.
I wasn’t sure what I was getting into, because that big brute of a man seemed to know no limits. He was revving up to fuck me into oblivion, the thick, virile cum that filled me being pounded into my womb as he thrust into my tight cunny.
He reached under me, grabbing my thighs as he pulled himself up, and me to him, letting him angle me just the right way so that I screamed again.
“Too soon!” I pleaded, but there was no reprieve as he held me there, pinned between him and my shoulders, held in place as he thrust in, the thick cock rubbing against my g-spot. I didn’t even know it really existed, but he found it so promptly, and riding so high from my last orgasms, I was rendered into a twitching mess, trying to squirm free of the pleasure.
However, Luc was in full control. That massive, terrifying mobster who should’ve sent me running, but instead held me ensnared. He’d fucked me raw, blew his load in me and tried to knock me up, and there I was, pinned between his muscular body and the bed as he worked himself up towards another climax.
Watching him fuck me was like nothing I could’ve imagined. He had the physique of a bodybuilder, but the hard, rugged look of a man who knew the rough side of life. Yet he treated me with care even as he pounded me senseless and sought to knock me up in my lust-filled stupor.
I looked along the flat of my body and could see his cock thrusting into my puffy slit, soaking wet and pink with arousal, and oh... I wanted it. More.
I wasn’t thinking straight. I knew I wasn’t.
If I was, I wouldn’t have growled, “Please... Luc... Cum in me again.”
He was in charge, he held the reins, but he knew what I wanted even before I did. And he was barreling towards that next climax, making my body sing as he worked towards hammering me into bliss.
I could see his handsome, stoic face contort with pleasure. Such a savage brute brought to bear by the soft, tightness of my feminine form. His shoulders hunched forward, his balls tightened, and he rammed into me, growing closer and closer to his next release.
“I am going to make you my personal little fuck slut,” he growled, at long last his body giving in and his dick throbbing thickly as he blasted another virile load into my depths.
I couldn’t help it. I screamed again, the sound reverberating through the luxurious room as he hilted within me so deeply that my mind went blank. It was beautiful, silent bliss, my mind shut off for a few seconds, leaving me to luxuriate in the bliss he bestowed upon me.
We were a tangle of flesh, hard on soft, but both sweaty and glistening. He’d fucked me like I’d never dreamed I could be fucked, and he pressed down upon me. Kissing at my pouty lips as he embraced me fully, his dick still embedded as we made out atop that sprawling first-class bed.
Come to think of it, that was how we spent not only the night, but the morning too.
The next day even, as he sat at breakfast, shirt on, but undone. I had sat in his lap as he fed me, and I him. Just as he’d promised.
A warm smile lit up his broad face as I sat atop him, his cock lodged inside my well-fucked pussy, l
odged there after yet another load he’d blown inside me. It was a strange thing to describe, the thrill I got from the feel of his cold pistol against my bare flesh. By rights I was too sore to go again after his long, morning pounding. But as I sat on his lap and felt that metal against me, I was compelled to grind his dick and provoke him to yet another climax.
“What are your plans for today?” I asked that massive man, another foolish question I probably shouldn’t have asked such a deadly man. Yet he humoured me as he always had.
“I am heading back home now, to my place up north in Montreal,” he stated simply, feeding me a grape from the mini-breakfast buffet that was brought for us. Though my heart sank at the idea of him leaving… especially after all we had done. The risks we’d taken.
“You will come with me, yes?” he added so casually, head tilted just so, brow raised in question.
How could I do anything but nod? A thrill ran down my spine, and I wanted nothing more than to be in Luc’s arms forever.
The Bet
Book Themes:
Bareback, breeding, billionaires, strippers
Word Count:
6,959
Working at a high profile strip club, you see a lot of celebrities and high rollers come through. Like just the other night, I happened to walk into a private dance booth that was occupied. Whoops! But the sight that greeted me was worth the momentary embarrassment, because I got to glimpse one of my friends doing more than the regular show.
There she was, that pretty angel of a girl, riding in the lap of one of the hottest rock stars around. And I don’t mean a lap dance. Yeah, she was breaking the rules, and the law, but she was riding that dick like a woman possessed. The fat shaft spreading her open as she bounced, a giddy look on her face as she had her arms around him.
I mean, plenty of girls fuck rock stars just for the hell of it. My friend did it and got paid. What’s not to love about that?!
So I didn’t tell the manager or the bouncers. I mean, girls selling extras is bad for all of us. But in a case like that, how can I judge? I’d have gone home with that hunk whether he paid me or charged me.
I’ve never been so lucky. I rock a good look, and clients love me, but I’ve never cashed in big off a rock star. And y’know, I’ve never been too down about it. Some of the girls tell me that the big celebs are often stingy, they expect extras for free just because of how popular they are. And if that’s the case, sure, I’ll suck it up and rub one out on my own time to thoughts of my friend banging on that big, veiny dick. (Except it’ll be me in my fantasy, trust me.)
A steady flow of high paying clients for me to dance for, works just fine.
But then he walked into my club.
Oh, he’s not a rockstar. In fact, I didn’t even recognize him at first. All I could see was that he was a tall, well-shaped man in a very expensive suit. But that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Plenty of guys come into strip clubs after big business meetings, weddings, you name it. And they wear the most expensive thing they own.
But this guy had style. Real style. Like, it was no polyester suit he wore. It was tailored, custom fit to his impressive frame. Fancy cufflinks and a french-cut shirt that I adored. And the tie was a thick european cut, that alone probably cost $500 at least, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was more.
Beyond his clothes though, he was downright dreamy. A broad jawline and dark, long hair that was slicked back in a perfect style. He was a man that knew how to show off his rugged good looks. And he did look rugged and manly, trust me. The expensive suit was just a bit of flair to show that in addition to being a hard as rock macho man, he knew how to impress.
So when two other girls got to him first, I was a bit heartbroken, you can imagine. But I didn’t let it get me down -- too much -- I had a stage show to put on anyhow.
So instead, I popped my lips to finish off my gloss, flicked back my long, blonde hair, and strut towards the stage. In my gold bikini, and with my hard-fought-for curves, I always drew more than a few heads.
But I just wanted his.
The other girl was just finishing up her stage show, lamenting the lack of tips, and giving me a commiserate stare. “I hate it when it’s dead like this,” she said, pulling on her white bikini. “Too many girls here, and way too few guys.”
I had to admit she was right, it’s a bit slow, but she’s the type that’d complain if the room was full, so I just smiled her off. Nothing’s going to kill my buzz before my show. And the second my song comes on, I was instantly in the groove. I walked up to the stage with a killer stare, commanding everyone’s attention.
I was in the zone, but I’d be lying if I didn’t see that gorgeous hunk sit himself down near the stage in a booth, the other two dancers still clinging to his side. Even though his eyes were slowly pulled from the two hot girls on his arms to me.
That meant one of two things.
Either he was a broke ass fool who’d say he didn’t get dances in a place like this.
Or, the alternative, which I much preferred: he was so into me that no girl could break the spell I was weaving around him.
I licked my lips in that exaggerated way, and sauntered towards the pole in the middle of the dance floor. Usually on a night like tonight, I wouldn’t bother giving a good show. But this guy has lust in his eyes, and I want to make sure that’s all for me.
I grabbed the pole in my hand, letting my fingers rub up and down it in a teasing manner, all while staring right at the stud in the booth. I gave an exaggerated wink before I swung myself up, my thighs wrapping around the pole, my high heels way above my head as I spun. I gave him a good look over my ass, my strong legs, my slender tummy, and when I finally descended, I pressed the pole between my huge breasts, all while looking right at him.
His gaze was mine. I owned it. Even as the two beautiful women at his sides pawed at his chest, pressing in on his tailored shirt so that I could see the outlines of his pecs and abs, he watched me perform. Even as one of them tugged upon his expensive tie, I had his attention.
He was smitten with me. I could tell, even if his gaze was steely, betraying no emotion. He was a rugged man, but his unblinking gaze didn’t lie.
As my first song drew to a close, I leaned in against the pole and reached behind my back. It was a perfected move. I pulled on the string of my bikini, and in a snap, it wraps around the pole, exposing my nipples to the chilly air.
I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I removed the top entirely, spinning it around my finger before mock-flinging it at him. I winked again before tossing it towards my purse at the end of the stage.
His stony expression broke, and even though the two women were desperate for his attention, he grinned wryly at me. They were about ready to give up on him, I so owned his gaze, that one of them looked to me and gave an exasperated roll of her eyes before peering off. But then he did something, he pulled a roll of bills from his jacket and handed a thick stack to each of them. And they weren’t ones, I could tell you that much.
The two girls were torn between excitement and disappointment. If that was how much he’d pay for them to sit with him a spell, he was certainly going to give it all up to me after my show.
I turned, spanking my ass and letting the flesh ripple as the second song got into it, and before it’d barely gotten started, I was climbing up that pole once more. I spun, I stretched, I teased and touched and smiled and shon up there on the stage, and when my song finally ended and I was gathering my bikini, I know I’m going to make bank tonight.
True to form, the two women got up and leave his side, albeit a bit morosely. With the impressive sum in hand, one of them struts up to meet me as I get off stage.
“He wants you,” she said, doing a good job of hiding her jealousy with a smile and a pat of my arm. “Goodluck,” she said before heading off to search for another client.
Leaving me and the handsome man, who had ordered two drinks in the meantime. So that when I come to his table, he was hol
ding a cranberry vodka and there was my favourite waiting for me.
“Never seen a show like that before. Or maybe it’s just the girl performing it that has me wowed,” he remarked in a deep, husky voice that’s tantalizingly rough.
I giggled, patting his arm teasingly. “Oh, maybe it was both,” I said as I joined him, dressed once more in my skimpy micro-bikini. “But someone inspired me to do extra good tonight.”
“I hope that someone’s me, or I might have to get rough with some other guy,” he jested with an uneven smile. “Private dances, for you and me. How much? I bet you go for at least five times what the other girls charge here,” he said in a brazen display, plunking down half a grand in front of me, “or am I wrong?” he asked, playing his own little game with me.
“That might get you a song or two,” I said with a teasing grin, reaching out for that cold, hard cash. “Let’s see what we can do.”
I grabbed my drink and his hand, leading him towards the champagne room. It’s the higher class place to go, and I’m not even going to bother asking if that’s what he wants. His money has said as much, and I tip out the room attendant before taking him to the nicest one we have.
He helped himself into the booth, unbuttoning his jacket as he reclines back in the center of the seat, drink in one hand as he eyes me.
“Not much of a strip club man,” he said to me over the music, “but I had a special feeling tonight. Guess I was wise to listen to that little voice in my head. Oh, and don’t worry about if I want more. Just hold out your hand when you’re gettin’ antsy about owed dances, and I’ll fork it over.”
“My kind of man,” I grinned as I down my wine. It was the priciest thing they have in there, but really, I just loved the taste of it. Besides, it tells me if the guys are worth my time or not.
“So what were you doing tonight? Business?” I asked, as my hand goes to his chest. The next song hasn’t started, and paid or not, I don’t start ‘til the music does. It’s bad luck to start in the middle of a song.