Chapter 19

Becky

10:17 PM WEDNESDAY

“―your fiancé is a bastard anyway.”

I laugh. I love the way he says that word.

I don’t know if it’s that sexy accent of his or the way he places emphasis on the first syllable of the word. But when he says it, I feel my pussy get even wetter.

I agree. My new husband is way better than my asshole fiancé.

I mean, look at him. The man standing before me is dog-droolingly gorgeous. I’d punch myself in my own face just to touch him, and here he is, holding my hand.

Liam Black―scruffy, square-jawed, blue-eyed, and―for tonight―totally mine.

His slacks hug his thighs, and I can make out the outline of his package through them. As I pull him up onto the stage, I can see it growing bigger by the minute.

And since we are at The Post Office, I’ve got a feeling that Liam’s package is a very special delivery. Maybe I’ll be the lucky recipient. Who knows what will happen if play my cards right?

“What do you think, Mr. Postman?” I giggle over my shoulder at him. “Can we give these folks a show?”

The crowd before us cheers as we look out over them.

“Through snow and rain and gloom of night,” Liam misquotes with a confident shrug. “I’ll deliver if you will, love.”

It takes me no time at all to rid my sexy postman of his tie. I push him into a chair on the stage and use the tie to blindfold him.

I’m already hot as hot can be, and when he calls me love? I get even hotter.

Lucky for me, now that he’s sitting down, I’ve got him right where I want him. I hope he’s ready for a lap dance.

So what if a few hundred eyes can watch every one of my moves? If the dozen sex gods doing a strip show on stage right next to us can’t get them off, then I say let ‘em watch.

“Tell me, Liam,” I whisper in his ear, nibbling on his lobe. “Do your deliveries come early…or do you like them nice and late?”

Responsible Becky has been left sobbing on the curb outside. Tonight, Ballin’ Becky rides again—literally, since I’m straddling Liam Black like he’s a fucking stallion.

If I felt drunk, I’d say that someone had put something in my drink…but I don’t think I even have been drinking. My throat is bone dry…until I inhale, smelling his cologne. Then my mouth gets insanely wet.

No, right now my behavior is all me. I’m in charge of my fucking life, and I’ll make choices about what I will and won’t do.

Fuck the good choices.

Ballin’ Becky likes her choices like she likes her men: bad.

“You lead the way, love. It would seem I’m your prisoner.” The way he smiles when he says it tells me that he doesn’t exactly mind. “At your service.”

My heart and pussy love to hear those words. They’re music to my fucking soul. Generally, I like my men to take control…but there’s something about riding Liam Black with an audience that just might change my mind.

It’s no different than driving a car, really. Being the passenger all the time gets boring. Occasionally we all want to be in the driver’s seat.

Shifting gears has never been so much fucking fun.

I barely take any notice of the other strippers on stage. They’re all mind-blowingly gorgeous. Totally drool-worthy. Six-packs, broad shoulders, and well-muscled chests were all handed out to these guys with a smile.

But tonight, I only have eyes for one guy.

And thank fuck that it’s not Dan the Man—because fuck him. He knows what he did.

I straddle my catch of the night and push my wet pussy onto his waiting cock. My skirt rides up as I leave my wetness all up and down the zipper of his slacks.

We’ll need to take care of that soon. In the meantime, however, I pop one of my tits out of my top and press it against his mouth.

He needs no other invitation. Liam starts sucking and biting on my already hard nipple. I throw my head back and stare at the millions of little strobe lights above my head.

Music blares in the background while Liam’s mouth works on my nipple, and I moan.

My mind is already elsewhere as I try and work out what the song is. I know later it won’t leave my fucking head.

I pick up words here and there: Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

But I’m not riding any fucking cowboy. I’m about to ride me a postman.

If he wants to ring twice, he can be my guest.

“You’re delicious, love.” Liam’s voice calls my attention back to him as he pops my nipple out of his mouth. “Is your night getting any better yet?”

“It’s slowly improving,” I purr into his ear and let my hips move in the rhythm of the music. My pussy feels his fucking cock grow until I’m not sure his slacks will take it anymore. “But I wouldn’t mind if it started improving a little faster.”

“Your delivery is ready whenever you are, love.” Liam’s hips thrust hard against mine. “Why don’t you come pick it up?”

My heart somersaults at his words, and my pussy practically jumps for joy. I can feel it twitch in anticipation. The walls contract, and if any more juices flow, I’ll be running on fucking empty soon.

Slowly, I let my right hand travel down his chest and toward his pants. It takes me no time at all do undo the button and zip.

It takes even less time to free his poor, suffering huge cock. As it jumps up at me, I suck in my breath at the sheer size of it.

Tentatively, I try and wrap my fingers around him.

I squeeze it and rub my fingers up and down, as if measuring it.

“Like it?” Liam asks. I know his eyes are sparkling beneath that blindfold, just begging to see the look on my face while I stroke and stare.

My mouth is dry and my eyes are fixed on my newfound treasure. I lick my lips. Fuck, his cock is enormous. He could give a bull a run for its horns.

Ballin’ Becky loves big dicks, but even this has me a little uncertain.

I’ve taken this thing before.

But can I really take it again?

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I whisper, unable to take my eye off the gem in front me. “With this huge fucking cock of yours…the night can only get better.”

“Well,” I hear Liam whisper in my ear, “then what the fuck are you waiting for?”

I consider it for a second. What the fuck am I waiting for?

Mostly, I think, I’m waiting for the courage to take this big boy inside of me.

Good thing being horny makes me brave.

His big, strong hands shove my skirt up around my waist as I stand on my tiptoes to get enough leverage to slide onto him.

Oh-my-golly-fucking-gosh.

If I wasn’t so wet right now, I wouldn’t be able to handle him. But Liam has left me dripping, and as a result, I can take him easy. Slowly I sink on top of him. Like a key sliding into a lock, Liam unlocks my inner animalistic passion.

His cock is the first I’ve taken in eight months, and it’s the best I’ve ever had in my life.

I put my hands on his shoulders and get to bouncing. He’s a well-hung stud, and I’m going to ride him until his balls are drained.

Liam seems to be of the same mind. He grabs onto my hips and gives me extra fucking momentum.

Every time I come down on this fucking amazing love rod, I feel as if he’s going to push right through me. He stretches my fucking pussy, and I feel a deep animal growl build in the back of my throat.

If he keeps fucking me like this, I’m going to scream.

To keep from howling, I press my lips onto his. My tongue doesn’t wait to be invited. It makes its way in and explores his mouth in detail. Our tongues dance the tango, and at one point, it feels as if he’s trying to lick my tonsils.

Still fucking hot.

If I could, I would fucking eat him up.

By now, I’m increasing the rhythm of my ride. I’ve gone from walk to trot. Now I’m ready for a full fucking gallop.

Our mouths are still locked into a passionate kiss. I bounce up and down on him till I’m numb from the fucking pleasure.

I take no notice of anything going on around us. I’m totally fucking focused on taming my beast. He’s the unbroken stallion, and I’m the horse whisperer, working my fucking magic to rein him in.

The inside of my pussy is grabbing on to this treasure tightly, as if it doesn’t ever want to let it go. With each thrust, he grows thicker and longer.

Tame him. I’m going to fucking tame him and have him come inside of me.

He’s rearing up, ready to unleash his almighty power. In my mind’s eye, I can picture a black stallion on two legs, its front hooves waving in the air as he gets ready to mount his mare.

But my fucking wild stallion is already mounted; I’ve saddled him up and taken him for a fucking ride.

I need to go harder and faster still. My hands push on his broad fucking shoulders. I can hear the wet, sexy sound of our skin slapping together, even over the sound of the music.

Stars are flickering in front of my fucking eyes. A volcano erupts in my head and unleashes hot molten lava through my body.

I feel like I’m coming to the end of my ride. Liam is getting close, too. His fucking cock is pulsing in my fucking pussy like a cattle prod. Sparks fly from its tips and ignite a flame in me.

His hips buck up to meet me during the last few thrusts and then he explodes into me.

My hungry pussy contracts, and I feel my own orgasm tip me over the fucking edge. Wave after wave of pleasure rips through me. My body shudders, shakes, and shivers with pleasure and delight.

I collapse forward onto my stallion’s naked chest and revel in the sound of his wildly galloping heart.

His lips kiss the top of my head.

“That was the best fuck I’ve ever had.” I whimper against his chest. I can hear the cheers of the crowd behind us—fuck, I’d almost forgotten them.

After that show…they’d better fucking applaud.

“Better than our last?”

“Maybe.”

“Better than Dan?” he whispers into my ear but I’m too delirious from ecstasy to work out what the fuck he’s talking about.

“Who the fuck is Dan?” I ask.

He only chuckles and kisses me again.

As I get my bearings back, I’m still a little dazed and confused. There’s money flying over us from the crowd, beautiful green leaves that flutter down over our bodies and slide down my back.

“They’re throwing money at us,” I giggle, looking up. “That’s…pretty cool.”

“So they are,” Liam says, pulling his blindfold off beneath me. “That’s your night made, then…”

He thrusts deep into my pussy one last time, and I squeal with delight.

He grins. “I know how much you like big tips.”