Chapter Sixteen
A soft moan escaped her throat at the tone of his voice, so seductive and commanding. This man had the power to chase away her demons and fill her entire being with confidence and light. How could she resist anything he asked of her?
Kayla glanced around and listened, but she couldn’t even hear voices in the hallway now. They truly were alone. She twirled a few times, thinking of a song inside her head to dance to. Once she had it, she moved as if she were naked on stage, keeping her gaze on Mastema’s face.
He unzipped his jeans and took out his dick, stroking it while his eyes went all soft and dark. Kayla played with her tube top, moving it down over her breasts, inch by inch, until it rested on her abdomen. She pulled off her panties and tossed them at him, laughing.
Releasing his cock long enough to catch them, he lifted them to his nose and took a long sniff, then licked his lips and dropped them to the floor. “Now the top.”
When he resumed pulling on his dick, she slipped off her tube top and tossed it on top of her panties.
“Keep going. Take off the skirt.” His voice was dark now, filled with lust. The hand stroking his cock moved faster, and her clit throbbed as he grew harder. She wanted him inside her so badly, but this was really fun, too.
Instead of removing her skirt, she kept dancing, loving the soft groans escaping his throat now. She played with her nipples, moving around the stage in her sandals. They were a hell of a lot easier to dance in than the heels they all wore.
She grasped one of the poles, twirling around it, but finally she simply hung onto it and moved up and down, turning around to sway seductively to the music inside her head.
“Yeah. That’s it. God, you have the most fucking gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen.”
Kayla moaned loudly and bent over, letting him get a good look at her soaking wet pussy. She straightened up and danced around the pole, teasing him with shots of her breasts, her wet labia, and even raising one leg against the pole so she could push two fingers into her wetness.
When she did it again and licked them this time, he swore loudly and crossed the stage, nearly tripping over his boots to get to her. She lowered her leg and turned to face the pole again, bending over and arching her hips.
He moved behind her, dropped to his knees, and licked her pussy, forcing loud moans from her and chasing away the last of her inhibitions at being up on the stage like this. As her climax drew closer, Kayla pushed her ass into Mastema’s face, oblivious to anything except his tongue, his teeth, and his fingers.
The orgasm was so fucking powerful she could barely stay standing. She heard the foil wrapper, and heard him put on the condom, and then his dick was inside her, huge and hard. He fucked her rough and deep, grunting and groaning the entire time. She hung onto the pole and cried out as another climax raced through her, making her dizzy with its strength.
“Oh fuck!” When he came, he thrust so hard inside her that it actually hurt, but she loved it just the same. Knowing what this had done for him, fucking her on stage like this, made her determined to break through her fear of being fucked in public. For him. She’d do it for Mastema.
“Kayla…” He withdrew and slid to the floor with her, wrapping her in his strong embrace. “Thank you. I love you.”
What? “Excuse me?”
“I said I love you.” His voice actually shook. What must it have taken for him to say that?
“Oh my God. Are you sure?” This was surreal. And fantastic, and incredible, and completely unexpected.
“Positive.”
She bit her lip. Just say it! And because of the love in those eyes, she was able to finally let go of the last real fear. “I love you, too.”
He pulled her close and held her tightly. “Be my old lady?”
“Oh, Mastema…”
“There’s nothing left for us to be afraid of. We have each other. I’ll take care of you. I swear it on my life.”
“I know you will.”
The hesitation in his eyes as he cupped her face sent her heart racing. “Does that mean you will?”
“Of course I will. I want nothing more than that. I only want you.”
“Then you’ve made me the happiest man on the planet.”
They held each other, lying on the stage, as tears of joy ran down Kayla’s cheeks. She had no clue what would happen with the warring Mob bosses surrounding their club, but she knew Mastema would do everything in his power to protect her.
And she knew that she loved him, and always would. He was the man who had saved her, not only from her past, but from the present she’d immersed herself in. She had saved him, too. From his past, and from the lonely life he’d built for himself.
As they put their clothes back on and made their way up to Mastema’s room, Kayla’s face hurt from smiling so hard. She had everything she’d ever once dreamed of having, but had given up hope of finding. Right here, in this handsome, gruff man who treated her like a precious object. And she intended to spend the rest of her life making sure he knew how much she loved and cherished him.
The End
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