by Susan Stoker
“Mmm. Wait, what?” Dryce said with a grin. “I’m sorry all I heard was the sound of angels singing.”
“Oh my god, you are such a dork.” Ro smiled back. She grabbed ahold of his suit jacket and was about to fling him onto the bed.
“Whoa… hold on. I’m not going to stand for you man-handling me all the damn time.” Dryce tried to sound stern.
“Oh really?” Ro replied.
“Yeah… really.” Dryce leaned down wrapping his arms around her, picking her up.
Burying his face in the cleavage of her breasts, he made his way to the bed. Ro embraced his head and neck in her arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. Laying her down on the bed, he worked his hands from her breasts to her ribs. Kissing her body straight down the center, his hands ran parallel to his mouth. When his hands reached her hips, his kisses paused, but his hands kept going. He hiked her dress up with his wrists as his palms and fingers caressed up her thighs. Curling his fingers in, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly.
She was so clean and smooth. This was the first time he saw her. Without hesitation, he plunged his tongue into her slit. He licked softly up and down. A jolt of electricity shot up her body. Her back arched up. She wanted to moan but nothing came out; instead long pauses of holding her breath took place.
Ro sat up, pulling her dress off over her head. At the same time, Dryce stood up and took his jacket off then started unbuttoning his shirt. Feeling like he was taking forever, Ro reached forward, taking his belt off and undoing his pants. Losing the weight of his belt around his waistline dropped his pants to the floor.
“I’ve wanted this from the first time I saw you,” Ro said, biting the corner of her bottom lip.
“I felt the same.” Dryce crawled back onto her, kissing her all the way back down until she laid flat on the bed.
Bracing himself like a tripod, on his knees and one arm, his other hand caressed and squeezed her tits. Ro extended her hands down, grabbing ahold of his cock. He was hard. His dick twitched as she took control of it. She started to stroke softly. His tongue pierced her lips and massaged hers. All of Ro’s senses shot into overdrive.
Her training taught her to always be on guard, but in the back of her mind, she was putting her trust into the two sleeping beauties in the next room. Dryce made her entire body feel so good. Every muscle in her body relaxed as she laid there enjoying his touch.
Ro’s eyes cracked open slightly, glancing around the room as an uncomfortable feeling came over her. She was completely defenseless. Dryce had taken full control of her and she liked it. Yet, she wasn’t used to it. Reverting back to her Judo training, she locked his arm down to her chest, raised her hips and twisted, flipping Dryce under her. She was now on top.
“Woman, what did I tell ya about all the man-handling,” Dryce teased.
“Oh my God. If you don’t shut the hell up and fuck me already, I’m going to break your dick clean off and finish myself with it,” Ro teased back.
Dryce tilted his head up and reached his hand into the nightstand, grabbing a condom.
She reached back down, taking ahold of Dryce again, standing his cock up into position. Grinding her hips back and forth, she rubbed the head of his dick up and down on her clit. Dryce throbbed even more.
Sliding in Ro, Dryce released a satisfying sigh. She was so wet and warm.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Dryce thought he said that to himself.
“Ahh,” released from Ro’s lungs as she fully engulfed him inside her. “You’re so big.”
Ro’s right hand clawed at his chest as she rode him. Bouncing up and down, her left hand cupped her breast squeezing her nipple. Dryce’s hands gripped ahold of her hips as he thrust upward harder and deeper. Pulling her down with his hands, his hips bounced her back up.
“Yes, keep doing that,” Ro said, biting the corner of her bottom lip again, digging her chin into her shoulder. “I’m going to come.”
The sound of her moaning and announcing her orgasm excited him. His dick grew harder. Pulsating and throbbing, Dryce started to get close. His cock started to twitch, matching Ro’s heartbeat.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” Ro squeaked.
“Yes, baby. I want you to coat my dick with your cum,” Dryce said, making his first attempt in being a little nasty.
Ro’s body went limp and she laid down flat on top of him. Dryce, still hungry for more, reached down, grabbing ahold of her ass with both hands. Thrusting his hips up, while still lying on his back, he continued to fuck her. Her tits bounced on his chest and with every thrust in, they maneuvered closer and closer to his face. Her breasts now smothered him. He wanted to suck on her nipples, but unable to breathe, he attempted to copy her martial arts move to flip her over onto her back.
He wasn’t as smooth and fluent in his action as she was, but nonetheless, he got the job done. Guiding his dick back inside her, he continued to glide in and out. Cocking one of her legs up on his shoulders, he drilled deeper in. Now, with access to air, he leaned his head down into her firm breast. His tongue flicked back and forth across her nipple, making it hard.
Ro’s nails started to dig into Dryce’s back. The painful pleasure from Dryce thrusting deep into her, and her claws in his back added ecstasy to the atmosphere. The moans from the both of them could be heard throughout the suite. Ro released her grip with one of her hands, bringing her fingers to her mouth and she sucked on her middle finger.
Dryce reached down and cradled both of her legs with his forearms.
“Yes… yes… fuck me. Fuck me harder,” she cried out.
Coming close, Dryce didn’t want to stop. The way Ro felt wrapped around his cock was pure paradise. He’d never felt so much pleasure. Eager to keep going, Dryce stopped and stood up on his knees. That quick pause was all he needed to extend his stamina. Flipping her over, he mounted Ro from behind. She lifted up on all fours and bucked back on to his girthy cock as he pounded into her.
What seemed to start out as lust, was quickly turning in to actual love. This is what Dryce had desired his entire life. This is what he wanted. He had finally acknowledged what exactly it was about her that he loved. Ro was strong-willed, intelligent. Determined to do whatever it took. He felt safe and secure, she would protect him in a way no one else could. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. Her body was by far the most beautiful work of art he’d ever seen.
Dryce continued to thrust into her over and over as he grabbed ahold of her ass like he owned it. The Dubai desert heat, mixed with the altitude of his hotel suite started to wear on him. In an attempt to try to catch his breath, Dryce leaned back. Still on his knees, his hips poked forward, and braced up on his arms behind him. He watched as Ro continued to thrust back. The sight of her pussy swallowing his cock over and over was simply incredible.
Ro sucked and licked her middle finger again and drove his cock harder into her, forcing him to sit back on his heels. She leaned up onto her knees and bounced up and down, plunging deeper on Dryce’s dick. One hand cupped her breast while the other hand began massaging her clit. Her entire pussy was soaked, her fingers glided smoothly around.
“I’m going to come again,” Ro yelled. “Don’t stop, don’t…”
Ro’s body begun to convulse, shaking uncontrollably, as she came again. Her legs pinched together and her body fell into the fetal position. As she came, Dryce could feel her pussy tightening. The pressure was too much. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I’m coming with you.” His body jumped back up to his knees. He grabbed her ass and squeezed. “Fuckkk.” His body was spent.
Out of breath, Dryce flopped to the side. Crashing the back of his head against the pillow, he huffed for air.
“Ro… that was… incredible,” Dryce said, gasping for more air in his lungs.
Ro rolled over on her side, facing him. “Yes, that was amazing. I’m not going to lie, I may or may not have dreamt about that after the first t
ime I saw you up-close.” Her nails ran up his rib cage and back down to his hips. She looked down. She was able to read his pulse from his cock throbbing, still inside the condom.
A devilish smirk came across her face. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“My god… I’m so much better than okay right now,” he replied. “I’m going to have…” Dryce looked over at her. “We’re going to have to rethink my entire life. You were right. That playboy lifestyle and mentality is over.”
She reached over with her right hand, grabbing the base of his dick and squeezed. “Good to hear,” Ro said, slowly pulling the condom off. “I need to rethink where my life is going as well.” She leaned up on her left elbow. She tossed the condom in the trashcan next to the nightstand and went back for his dick. Stroking it up and down, Dryce was still a bit hard.
Without hesitation, she leaned over and kissed the tip of his cock. He twitched. She smiled, glancing up at his eyes with hers and then began sucking on him while she continued to stroke.
“Oh, fuck… no no no… that’s very sensitive right now.” Dryce’s legs curled up and both his hands covered, protecting him.
Ro giggled and hopped up out of the bed. “Oh did the little boy meet his match?” she teased as she went to the bathroom.
“I got your little boy… I mean. Wait, that was lame. I got a better come back for you.” Dryce laughed.
Chapter Fifteen
Dryce watched as Ro walked to the bathroom, her hips swaying back and forth. Every other step, he was able to catch a glimpse of some side boob. He smiled. In the reflection of a picture frame on the wall he could see her around the corner inside the bathroom as she stood in front of the vanity mirror. Ro put her hair up in a ponytail and he smiled even more and then rolled onto his back. As he looked up at the ceiling, a dark silhouette appeared, hovering over him from the side of the bed.
“What the fuck?” Dryce yelled out. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Prince Khan, you come with me now,” the man said.
The man was wearing all black. Around his body it appeared he was wearing a repel harness. Dryce looked around. The balcony door was wide open and in the center of the balcony hung a rappelling rope.
“Prince Khan. You get up and come with me now,” the man shouted as he un-holstered a large handgun from his leg holster.
“Fuck you,” Dryce shouted back.
Before Dryce could blink, Ro ran into Dryce’s view. She moved across the room without making a sound. She jumped into the air over the corner of the bed and came down, dropping her heel into the side of his knee. Ro balled her hand into a fist and punched the back of the man’s hand that was holding the gun, launching it back behind the balcony door. As he stood up, he lunged a punch in her direction. Deflecting his advancement, she gained control of him with a wristlock and an arm bar. She spun around, twisting the man off balance and tossing his head into the TV perched up on the dresser.
Dryce sat up in the bed. Frozen, not knowing what to do, he watched the action. His eyes fixated on Ro. She was still naked. The only shred of cloth on her body was the hairband holding up her ponytail. Watching her tits bounce around while she kicked this guy’s ass turned him the fuck on. His cock started to chub up again.
The man stumbled around on the ground. Ro stood over top of him as he looked up. Balling her fist again, Ro cocked her arm back and cracked him square in the face, knocking him out.
Hearing the commotion, Erik and Austin kicked the bedroom door open and burst in. Both of them had their sidearms drawn.
As a reaction, Ro spun around and kicked Erik in the gut. Causing him to double over and drop to his knees.
“Oh shit…” Ro realized who they were. “I’m sorry.”
Erik raised his hand, waving, giving her the sign of ‘I’m okay.’
Austin scanned the room, assessing the situation, and once he saw that it was clear, he re-holstered his sidearm. “Is everyone okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” Dryce answered.
“Peachy,” Ro said.
“Fuck, girl, you got some damn snap in those kicks. Don’tcha?” Erik slowly made his way to his feet.
“What in the hell is going on?” Austin shouted.
Ro walked back over to the man lying on the floor. With her foot she rolled his left arm around exposing the inside of his wrist. “This guy is a part of the faction that was trying to take Dryce.”
“You told me that you ended it. That we didn’t have to worry about them anymore,” Austin said.
“Well, this piece of shit must not have gotten the word to back the fuck off yet. I don’t know, what do you want me to tell you?” Ro said back snarkily.
“Do… would you like to put something on?” Austin asked, trying to defuse the situation.
“Why? Do you have something against a naked female body?” Ro asked, squinting her eyes and raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t,” Dryce chimed in. “But I have a problem with them looking at your naked body.” He grabbed a robe from the bed and threw it at her.
“Nor do I,” Erik followed as he couldn’t help but to check her out. Dryce growled.
Austin looked over at Dryce. “Your Highness. After all that has happened. I feel it’s best if the three of us leave for home immediately.”
“I agree,” Dryce confirmed. “But, it’s now the four of us.”
Nodding his head, Austin gazed back over at Ro smiling. “So, I take it you’re going to stay with us after all.”
Erik, fully recovered, cut in, “Wait. Okay, for real. Someone answer me. With Yally here, did I just freakin’ lose my job?”
“Tank…” Dryce smiled and laughed. “As long as there’s oxygen flowing through my lungs, you’ll always have a job, man.”
Erik nodded and smiled then walked over to the guy’s passed out body. “Don’t worry about this guy. I’ll get him processed and taken care of,” he said picking the man up and dragging him out.
Austin looked back and forth between Ro and Dryce. “So, what is this? What’s the deal here?”
Ro shrugged her shoulders. Dryce sat up at the edge of the bed, sliding his pants back on.
“I’m actually not really sure. But, Mr. Ngo, life as we knew it is done,” Dryce said, standing up.
Austin’s face had a thoughtful smirk as he walked over to the balcony doors and looked around outside, then up towards the roof. He pulled his radio off his belt. “Mr. Keegan, have hotel security check out the roof. Pull all surveillance video as well.”
“Yes, sir,” Erik’s voice replied over the radio’s speaker.
Turning back around, he looked at Dryce. “So, tell me what does that mean?”
Dryce walked over towards Ro. “My old life, with all those fun and games are done.” Dryce took Ro into his arms. “I’ve got some new fun and games to explore now.”
She smiled and arched her neck up towards him. Dryce smiled back and leaned down, kissing her softly.
As they finished their kiss, Austin shook his head and walked out of the bedroom.
“I really hope you don’t think this is weird, but… I think I’m in love with you,” Dryce said, flexing his arms and hugging her harder.
Ro planted her palms on his chest and pushed her upper half back. Staring into his eyes, she replied back, “I tell you what. You just keep loving me, and I’ll keep your dumb ass alive and safe.”
“Deal.”
~The End~
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Dancing King by Rayanna James
Chapter
One
Mazi
“Woohoo!”
“Yeah, boy!”
“Take it off, take it all off!”
I rolled my eyes at the hoots and hollers of the dick-hungry women, and turned my attention towards the one hollering, “Shake it for Mama!” while waving a twenty-dollar bill high in the air. Lisa. She was a regular customer, and a favorite of mine.
Slowly walking to her side of the stage, I turned, giving a little jiggle, and smiled when I felt the tell-tale scratch of green being tucked into the waistband of my boxers. Then, and only then, did I give her what she had come for.
The booty dance. Women went wild for it, and it was the main reason I was one of the highest paid dancers in this godforsaken club. With my back towards them, as I wiggled and jiggled and bounced suggestively, lowering the waistband of my boxers to encourage further payment, I was free to scope out the rest of the audience. It was a Thursday evening, so there wasn’t much to scope. Pickings were slim, but Lisa and her crowd were good for a few hundred bucks.
I slowly made a three-hundred-sixty-degree turn, making sure to grab my junk, and put my game face on when I faced Lisa and her friends. As I predicted, they went wild, and piles of bills hit the stage at my feet. I winked and nodded, quickly scanning this side of the room as I turned.
When I spotted her, I stopped in my tracks. Every part of me froze, and I couldn’t help but stare.
She had never been here before—of that I was certain.
She sat at a front table, but she didn’t seem all that interested in me, or the show, or anything. She was a little curvy. It was obvious from the clothes she wore she would rather hide her curves than flaunt them. She certainly wasn’t decked out in the club-type attire most girls wore for a night out on the town. Her jeans were loose, without being baggy, rather than the skin-tight painted-on ones most girls wore when they came here. Tennis shoes instead of fuck-me heels adorned small feet, and her hair was hidden by the hoodie she was wearing—with the hood up to hide her face. Tendrils escaped, and I could see that the color was a honey blonde…with purplish highlights. Of course, the hair was her one standout feature, and that’s probably why she was hiding it. She definitely wasn’t comfortable with herself, or maybe she was just too shy to want to attract attention. Women these days had to be too careful not to attract the wrong kind of attention. If you ask me, it’s a damn shame.