Chapter Three: Carlos
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Fuck! My dick is rock-hard and I want to bury it in her sweet pussy so much that it robs me of my sanity.
“Come. Here.” I don’t even recognize my own voice. I sound like a fucking animal. Which is what she’s making me feel like.
She hesitates and I hold out my hand. “Now.”
She nods hesitantly and then walks slowly to me. No strut, no playing. Just like a scared little girl.
Yeah, she won’t last long here. Luckily, I have no intention of letting her work for me.
“I’m not a dog,” she hisses.
“Of course not. You’re a beautiful woman. And you’re looking to make money. Don’t forget what you’re doing here, princess.”
She stalks closer, glaring at me. I chuckle to myself. She bristles like a little kitten.
“What’s the matter, princess? Forgot what you are for a minute? Come closer and I’ll remind you.”
“I’m not a hooker, jackass. And I really don’t think the boss would like you talking to me like that.”
It’s actually funny to be threatened by myself. I chuckle softly.
“I know the boss pretty well. I think he’ll forgive me. The way you look right now it’s hard to believe he wouldn’t be all over you too.”
Hell yeah he would!
He, meaning me wants to throw her down on the nearest hard surface and fuck her so deep that I brand her for the rest of our lives. I can’t think of anything but her sexy body every minute of the day and I dream of her at night. Because she’s my everything. That’s what I feel when I see her.
She steps close enough that I can grab her and pull her down onto my lap.
“Hey!” She struggles in my arms but I pin her arms to her side. Then my lips slam down on hers, forcing her lips open. She moans into my open mouth and then her tongue delicately slides along mine. I growl and pull her legs around my hips, devouring her squeak of surprise. Then I grind her body down on my aching erection. She melts into me and I grin to myself.
She’s not as unaware of me as she acts.
Her thick thighs squeeze my hips and I growl and wrap my hand in her hair, yanking her head back. My lips claim hers again. Her hips move restlessly on my lap and my dick strains to find her warmth. Her lips open on a rasped-out gasp and my lips slide down her throat, nipping and sucking, leaving my mark on her pale golden skin. Soft moans leave her plush red lips and I can’t stop touching her.
My hand floats over her soft curves and dips. Every single inch of her is barely covered by the costume she’s wearing and although some of the dancers wear fancier costumes, I’ve never seen a woman look as good as she does. My hand slaps her ass and the muscle contracts as she groans and rotates her hips on my lap. I lift her up and carry her over to the wall. Her long, muscular legs wrap around my waist and her nails dig into my shoulders.
I run my lips down until I can yank her bra cup down and pop her deep coral nipple in my mouth.
“Oooh,” she moans. Her hands wrap into my hair and tug me closer until I’m suckling her tit as hard as I can while my other hand clenches and paws at her hip.
“You shouldn’t…” her voice trails off when my hand finds the valley of her thighs, slicking through her juices and tapping her clit ruthlessly.
Her breath stalls and she groans and grinds on my hand until I slide a finger into her waiting warmth. In and out I thrust that finger, then add another until she’s clenched on me so tight that I can barely move. I push her thighs wider and then slide down the wall until I’ve got her thong-covered pussy right in front of my face.
“I need to taste you,” I growl, barely human right now. I rip that fabric to the side and lick along her weeping slit to get at her sweet honey. I drink from her pussy like a man dying of thirst, licking, nibbling and sucking until she’s mumbling incoherent nothings while she grinds on my face.
“Oh, oh. I’m gonna…oh my god!” she screams and her fingers tighten in my hair until I can feel her yank out a couple of strands. Her release slides down my throat and coats my mouth with the exquisite taste and scent of her.
I stand, licking my lips and turn her around, slapping her ass. She sags into the wall like she can’t stand without it. “Damn, you are a fucking wet dream, baby girl. So sexy and sweet. And mine.”
Her back stiffens and she whips around, glaring at me. “You! What the hell was this? An audition? I told you I’m not a fucking hooker!” Her hands lifts to slap me and I catch it mid-air. She flinches and I growl.
“What the fuck is that?” I yank her over to the light and hold her arm out so I can see the finger-size bruises on her arm. The ones I know weren’t there when she got here. My nose flares and I feel red-hot fury boil in my belly.
“Where the hell did you get those?” I growl.
She shoots me a wide-eyed look and then lowers her thick, dark lashes over her eyes so I can’t read what she’s thinking. Or so she thinks.
She yanks her arm away from me and backs away, cradling it. “I must have tripped and fallen into the wall.”
Cold rage builds inside me and I feel the tight leash I have on my temper slipping. “Answer me. You didn’t have those marks when you walked in the door.”
“How do you know that?” she mutters under her breath, still avoiding my eyes.
There’s a simple answer to that. I saw her push her sleeve up in the club. But I can’t tell her that just the sight of her pale golden arm had me salivating like a god-damn Victorian creeper catching a glimpse of ankle. I don’t plan on chasing her off or looking like a fucking loser.
“I just do. What the fuck happened to your arm?”
She sighs and rolls her eyes. “One of the guys grabbed my arm.”
I block her into the wall, pushing her until she’s unable to move except her head which whips up to mine. Her hazel eyes widen with fear. “Who the fuck touched you? I want a goddamn name!” I growl out between clenched teeth. I’m going to kill the fucker that touched her. With my bare fucking hands.
Her body shivers in my arms. I wouldn’t hurt her but she doesn’t know that and I try desperately to rein in my anger. To appease her so she isn’t terrified out of her mind. But I just can’t. Someone who works for me touched what’s mine. And they left marks on my girl. Bruised her delicate skin. Touched her in anger.
“I don’t know his name,” she cries and pushes at my chest. I shift back slightly giving her room to breathe. But I can’t bear to move any further from her.
“Fine. We’ll look at the guys and you can point him out.” I grasp her arm lightly, not wanting to hurt her again. My whole body tenses when I think about her in pain. I can’t handle it. She’s so soft and sweet and delicate. She deserves nothing but good. Soft touches on her delicate skin. Sweet kisses to her juicy lips.