The man I’m giving a private dance is hot as fuck in that tortured, cocky asshole kind of way. Medium brown hair that has that tousled look. Deep green eyes and a smile as sweet as apple pie yet deviously evil. I’ve danced for some attractive men before, but this one, I wouldn’t mind taking home. Too bad this is a bachelor party, and he’s the groom. I’d do him in a New York minute.

Watching him get worked up is such a turn on. His hands keep finding excuses to touch my nearly naked body. I’m down to my thong and his mouth is extremely close to my breasts.

With every stroke of his heated fingers on my hips, he brings me closer to his erection. I’m straddling his lap, practically dry-humping him. To say my pussy is wet would be an understatement. I’ve never been so turned on by a client. Maybe it’s drinking the liquor he offered me too fast. Maybe it has gone straight to my pussy because I seem to be like a man thinking only with his dick.

A lot of the men we dance for are usually older. This guy seems to be early thirties. Probably three of four years older than me.

The tip of his cock rubs against my pussy and dear lord he’s thick.

His mouth caps over my nipple and what little self-control I’d preserved goes sailing through the air like a deflated balloon. Flicking his tongue over the heated skin, he’s relentless in his pursuit.

Breathless, I meet his hungry gaze and all thoughts of this being wrong leave me.

We’re two consenting adults. What’s one night in the grand scheme of things?

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He growls the words before paying attention to my other breast.

My fingers comb through his soft hair. “Not so bad yourself.”

His fingers make work of the strings on my bottoms.

With two swift movements he tosses them to the floor. My bare pussy grinds up against him.

His thumb rubs over my clit, and I throw my head back, loving the sensation. I’ve always been a wild one, but this is new for even me—making out with a client.

I’ve always played it safe. I never get involved with men from the club. I’ve had several older men offer to be my sugar daddy, but that isn’t me.

Running my fingers over his chest, I explore the contours of his muscles. He’s ripped and defined in that lean kind of way.

“This is happening.” He claims my mouth.

Our tongues meet in a burst of passion filled with pure carnal lust. He deepens the kiss as he maneuvers us farther up on the bed.

My hands seem to move of their own accord to rid him of his shirt and undo his zipper, freeing his hard cock. I’ve never thought dicks were fun to look at but his, it’s fucking gorgeous. I lick my lips wanting nothing more than to taste him. I’m eager to see if I can take all of him.

He smacks my ass harder than expected. “Fuck.” His fingers dig into me as he groans into my mouth. His fingers fill me to the brim.

My pussy greedily clenches wishing it were his fat cock in me instead.

“God, take what you want.” I gasp the words, needing him to fill me. Whether it be my mouth or my pussy, I want him.

A guttural fuck rips from his throat. He leans his forehead against mine, never stopping his fingers that now piston in and out of my tight center.

I’m panting into his mouth as he continues to work my body.

Gripping his shaft, I jerk and rub my fingers up and down, never missing a beat.

We’re nothing but a flurry of fingers and mouths as we taste and tease one another. My skin is fevered with pure desire. This man is driving me crazy with lust.

I moan into his mouth again as his tongue seeks out mine, reuniting as if they’re old friends. Sweeping in sync against one another in perfect harmony. God I’m so hot for him.

I angle myself so that I can take him in my mouth. His cock is so thick and long, I can hardly wrap my lips around it. His free hand fists my hair pushing my head down until he hits the back of my throat. He’s so commanding and controlling, and something in me surrenders to it. It’s not something I’m used to. Tears spring from the corners of my eyes but I fight through the burn of my lips stretching to take him in all the way.

I can hardly breathe as I work his cock with my tongue and lips, bringing him pleasure as he growls and thrusts his hips up to fuck my mouth. Precum beads at the head of his cock and I savor the taste as it spurts onto my tongue. It’s a salty, earthy taste that I can’t describe except to say I like it.

Pulling my head back, he slips from my mouth. “I’m not ready to come yet, sweetheart. Not until I’ve been balls-deep in that cunt.”

His dirty talk would be a turn off coming from anyone else, but this guy just has this sexiness and confidence that has me completely captivated.

“Aren’t you getting married?”

“That’s my brother.”

I pant as his fingers continue to bring me close to orgasming. “Fuck it then.”

“That’s what I plan on doing.” He whispers the words against my mouth and replaces his fingers with the head of his cock.

Forcefully, he slams into me and I cry out in a wave of pleasure and pain. He already had me stretched from finger-fucking me but not nearly enough for the size of him. I ache between my thighs in the most delicious of ways.

Over and over his body slaps against mine as he pounds into me.

“So tight.”

Pound.

Thrust.

“So hot and wet for me.”

Laughter bubbles in my throat but quickly dies down when his darkened eyes meet mine. He’s looking at me like a man possessed, with nothing on his mind but dominating my body. Bending me into every position, he takes me hard, without mercy, pulling my orgasm from me precisely like a skilled surgeon.

His smooth body weighs me down as he comes at me from behind. One hand teases my clit while the other fists my hair. He bites down on my shoulder as he pistons in and out. All I can hear are wet smacking sounds of flesh on flesh echoing through the room.

I can barely catch my breath as he brings my head back and captures my swollen lips with his eager mouth. His tongue dominates mine in the most delicious fashion.