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Opal cocks her head. “The bunnies? Of course. How else would I teach them?”
“Fuck ‘em. I’m talking about my brothers. Did any of those limp-dicks watch you dance?”
When Opal joined the family, I specifically told her she would never have to do anything to entertain the crew. If those assholes somehow manipulated her into thinking she had to, I will castrate all of them.
“Ah!” Opal nods, understanding. “No, Gauge. Chase purposely installed it down here to avoid anyone seeing me use it. Then he doubled down and made a house rule no brother could come downstairs while I or the bunnies practice unless invited. The girls were all over it during the day. This was my only time to have it to myself.”
Oh, thank fuck.Glad Chase had my back.
The blood retreats from my vision, going south to my cock. “Will you show me?”
Opal sputters. “Y—You want me to dance for you?”
Her nervousness is delectable. Makes me want to gobble her right up.Mmm, maybe after the show. Nothing I love more than feasting on Opal’s tangy nectar dripping from her greedy snatch.
“Don’t be shy, Opal. It’s not like you haven’t danced for me before,” I offer, giving her a wink.
Opal chews on her bottom lip. “True, but I can’t help but feel self-conscious—it’s my nature.”
Unacceptable.My woman has nothing to fear with me. I lift her from my hips and get to my feet. “No need to be insecure with me. Always be yourself—I will never put you down for it.”
I drag a folding chair away from the wall, parking it a good eight feet back from the pole. Slowly, I ease into my seat, impatient for the show to begin. “Dance for me, Gorgeous.”
Opal hesitates only a moment before squaring her slender shoulders. She walks up to the pole, exuberating with a confidence I’ve never seen in her before. The moonlight filtering in behind me acts as a spotlight and basks her in a bluish hue. Her lust-heavy eyes tell me she’s turned on by my request, and she fully intends to deliver.
I pull out my cell from my cut and play a soulfulHozier’ssong, making me think of her every time I hear it. Hoping on getting lucky, I turn the volume on full blast.
And then Opal rocks my world.
She grabs the pole behind her head with one hand, sliding down to a low squat, keeping her knees together. Opal comes back up at a seductive crawl, her ass jutted out and begging to be smacked. She drops again, but this time she parts her knees slightly, giving me a peek at the outline of her pussy barely concealed in her booty shorts. Her slow creep upright gives me ample time to enjoy the erotic view.
Both hands go behind her head. She sinks lower, spreading her knees wide open, displaying a dark patch where her slit is dripping for me.
Fuuuck.I sink back in my chair to give room for my cock to grow behind my denim. This striptease is going to have me blowing my load before I even sink into her.
When she slides back up the pole, she twists around to face it, putting her pussy to the metal before dipping back into a bridge, showing off her ample cleavage in her sports bra.
Shamelessly, I cup myself through my jeans, wishing it was her pussy clutching me. My cock may be begging me to claim her already, but I’m enjoying the show too much to stop her.
Opal does a smooth circuit around the pole before seamlessly scaling it. At the top, she lets go with her hands, and only her legs hold her up as she swirls around the chrome like a pro. Her hands go to the zipper of her sports bra, dragging it down between her perfect globes. The fabric separates and her creamy peaks spill out.
Good Lord!She’s a beautiful sight.
She pulls her torso upright and takes hold of the pole in her hands. She centers herself so she faces me, squeezes the chrome between the valley of her breasts, and slowly slips back down.
I can’t take anymore. “Come give me a lap dance, baby.”
Opal abandons the pole, sashaying her hips in time with the music’s rhythm, drawing closer. Her slender fingers run along my clavicle and shoulders as she walks an idle circle around me, teasing me before she straddles my thighs, facing me. Warm, soft hands take hold of my shoulders to help balance herself. Her back arches, bowing her neck back and thrusting her magnificent tits like she’s presenting me with a gift. She grinds her plump ass against my stiff cock, keeping pace with the music.
The way she rolls her hips…Mmm.
In all my years, with the multiple women I’ve been with, not one of them has ever caused me to react the way Opal does. She stripped my control away, leaving only animalistic instincts.
My hands wander over her round hips to the curve of her tapered waist.
Opal suddenly stands, hooking her fingers into her booty shorts. Swaying her hips side to side, she slowly inches the fabric down her slender legs, pooling at her heeled feet. Too entranced by her neatly trimmed pussy lips, I don’t notice Opal hooking the material on the tip of her toes, flinging the shorts right at my face.
Chuckling, I drag the shorts down from my eyes, pressing them firmly to my nose. My eyes practically roll back in my head as I inhale her heady scent, stoking euphoria to build inside me.
