His Stripper (Dance For Me)

She moans, picking up speed and growing braver and braver as she begins slamming her hips against mine, riding me like she’s a goddamn natural.

“Myles,” she breathes in pure desperation. “Fuck me, Myles, harder!”

With a grunt, I throw her around until I have her on her knees. I stand behind her. “I’m not going to go easy on you, Hazel. I know it’s your first time, but I can’t go fucking easy on you.”

“Don’t,” she breathes. “Please don’t, Myles. I want it to be rough…”

I don’t need any other encouragement, and I grab her by the throat, making her look back at me over her shoulder as I plunge my cock back inside her. I start fucking her without mercy, without holding back. I’m done being the nice guy with her. I’m going to unleash my beast on this girl after she begged so well.

“Fuck,” I grunt, slamming my cock into her time and time again. “You feel so damn good, Hazel. So fucking tight. So fucking perfect and so damn pretty.”

I push my thumb into her mouth, and she sucks greedily, her eyes going back to mine and begging for more. Spit dribbles down her chin, waking up an animalistic side to me and making me pump inside her harder and harder.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I grunt into her ear, tugging on her hair, hard. “Fucking tight as hell, Hazel. I want to come inside you.”

“Do it,” she whimpers.

“No.” I tug on her hair again. “Not until you come. I want my fucking cock soaked with your orgasm.”

“I don’t know h-how,” she whispers. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You will,” I grunt. “You will come for me, just for me, to please me.”

I start thrusting harder, and my fingers join in, rubbing her tiny clit closer and closer to an orgasm. I can tell she’s getting there, but every time the release is at the touch of her fingertips, I pull back, not letting her have what she craves so badly.

“Please,” she finally whispers. “Fucking please, let me have it, Myles! Let me come.”

“Fucking do it,” I order her. “Soak my dick.”

My fingers thrum her bundle of nerves more and more until she comes apart. Her orgasm rips through her body, and she screams my name in tune with her release. That tight little pussy milks me for all I’m worth, getting out drop after drop of my seed until she’s filled to the brim.

I don’t stop until my cock softens. When I pull out, cum drips out of her tight little hole, and I smirk to myself, knowing she’s never going to forget this.

But my eyes quickly grow darker as I realize my cock is covered in blood.

“Fuck, Hazel, you’re bleeding.” I get up while she lays on the bed, wetting a warm towel in my bathroom and gently cleaning her up when I get back. She moans at the feeling of the warm cloth against her skin. “You okay? That was a lot of blood.”

“It’s okay.” She manages a shaky smile. “It doesn’t hurt. I’m fine, really.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” I mutter. “But tell me if something feels wrong, all right?”

“I will.” She yawns, stretching in my bed. I get in next to her and pull her sweet tiny body against mine. “I’m sleepy now. Can I sleep in your bed?”

“You have to,” I murmur. “I’m not letting you go.”

A smile plays on her lips, and I have the crazy urge to kiss her, which is odd since I don’t kiss. She turns onto her side, and I pull her against me. Her tight ass wiggles against my crotch, stirring my cock again, but I force myself to stop thinking about burying it in her holes. We need to sleep. It’s late as fuck, and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.

“Sleep,” I whisper in her ear. “And just wait until tomorrow…”

11

Hazel

We haven’t talked about what we did last night, and I have no idea how to bring it up. I do know I want to do it again and do more, but what if he doesn’t? What if last night was a one-time thing?

I can tell Myles feels bad about being so rough with me last night. All morning he is acting like I’m made of glass, almost babying me. A part of me likes this side of him, but the other part of me just wants to cheer him up.

“I was wondering if we could go get some groceries so I can cook something tonight? I’m a great cook!” I blurt out, excited by my own idea.

“I like the idea of you staying here more each minute. Let’s go shopping.”

It is then that I realize; I don’t just like staying here, I love it, probably more than I should. For the first time in my life, I actually feel wanted. There is a small voice in the back of my mind telling me that I shouldn’t get used to this because if life has taught me one thing, it’s to never get too happy. The next tragedy is always around the corner.