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I prop myself up on my elbow. "I'm not saying it because I want to fuck you again. I'm saying it because it’s true."
Her eyes slowly open and stare into mine. Her expression is off, suspicious, like she doesn't believe me. She really doesn’t realize how beautiful she is. I wish I knew what happened to her to make her feel like this. Was it one man? More than one? It's always a man who breaks a woman's self-worth, usually with an intent to build themselves up. And that's coming from someone who owns a gentleman’s club.
It's part of the reason I have my "no hookup with employees" rule. I don't want to dehumanize these women more than our customers already do. This should be a safe space where beautiful women can make an honest living doing what truly is an underappreciated art form.
She rests her hand on my hip. "Well, thank you."
The guilt from fucking her the first time is gone. She may be my employee, but this no longer feels like a one-night stand.
I lick my lips. "I'm going to kiss you."
Her grin accentuates her dimples. "I'd like that."
Our lips meet, and as my tongue slides into her mouth, we roll sideways at the same time. She stretches out on her back and I'm lifted above her, my arms on either side of her. Her hand slides up my cheek, her fingers tugging at my hair.
I pull back, looking into her eyes. "I want to taste you."
She moans and lifts her hips up in response. I kiss my way down her neck, pausing at her breasts to tease her right nipple, tweaking her left with my fingers. Sliding down the cot, I make it to her pelvis and she spreads her knees apart, inviting me in.
My tongue slides down the inside of her thigh, finding her warm fuzzy mound. Gently exploring with my tongue, I separate her lips, tasting her wetness as I probe for her clitoris. I find it and slowly twirl my tongue around it in a gentle, flicking motion.
As I wrap my lips around it, I continue to tease it with the tip of my tongue as her cries of pleasure build. She wraps her legs around my neck, tugging harder at my hair with her fingers. I bury my face into her pelvis, firmly sucking as I slide two fingers inside her.
Lara’s whole body shudders as she lets out a loud cry, “Oh my God! Don’t stop!”
I lift my fingers upward in a forward motion, moving faster as her muscles contract around them.
With my head still between her legs, I look up at her. She throws her head back, her eyes closed, complete ecstasy etched on her face.
“Jamie, yes!... Right there!... Just like that!”
I press harder with my tongue and her body tenses, her back arching. With another flick of my tongue, she clamps around my fingers as her orgasm ripples through her whole body. I continue the twirling pressure of my tongue on her with my probing fingers inside while she comes in an uncontrollable quivering explosion.
I don’t move. My fingers still inside her, I continue to suck ever so lightly, gently carrying her down from the peak of her pleasure as her entire body collapses, melting into the mattress like a puddle of warm jelly.
When she is safely down, I slowly slide away, looking up at her heaving chest.
She opens her eyes and locks her gaze on mine as I ever so slowly slide my fingers out from inside her. The confidence radiating from her grin makes her more attractive than I ever imagined.
She bites her bottom lip. "Fuck me again, Jamie."
The emotion I am feeling now is stronger than ever. It is an absolute carnal desire, stronger than any I’ve ever felt. This is the most physical desire I’ve ever known because it’s charged with something else. Something I cannot explain. And don’t need to explain.
Our eyes remain locked as I position myself at her entrance. The pulsation of my erection is almost unbearable as I insert myself into her. She's so moist that my thickness slides inside her easily, stretching her wide. She lets out a gasp as I slide in, her insides squeezing me tight.
I look into her eyes, my hand on her cheek as our lips meet. We breathe together, sharing the same air.
I could fuck her all day and never stop.
But it's more than that. I want to hang out with her, even without the sex.
What would it be like to spend time with her outside this office, away from the club? Our fingers intertwined as we stroll down the street hand in hand, my arm draped across her shoulder as we walk into a movie. Sitting across from her at dinner, playing footsies under the table, listening to her talk.
I crave to know her thoughts, her dreams, her secrets.
My heart skips a beat.
What am I thinking about? Dating? Asking her to go steady? What am I, fifteen?
