My orgasm rushes through me so strongly my toes curl inside my heels and I jerk against him as my body squeezes and pulses around his cock with wave after wave of pleasure.
“OH, MY GOD, P—!” I scream through my release, so overwhelmed with how good this feels that I can’t even manage to scream both initials of his name, my voice cutting off after one letter.
I don’t think he could fuck me any harder or faster than he already is, but he proves me wrong. His hips probably look like a complete blur as he pumps and thrusts into me at a high rate of speed until a few seconds later, he slams into me one last time, his lips fusing to mine as he kisses me through his release.
He moans into my mouth as his hips jerk, and he pushes back in roughly one last time before collapsing against me, pinning me harder to the wall. I feel him pulsing inside of me as he tilts his head to the side and kisses me soft and slow, breaking the kiss after a few minutes to pull his head back and look at me.
“Jesus Christ, I thought you were going to kill me,” he mutters with a smile, moving one of his hands away from my ass to bring it up between us and brush a strand of hair off my forehead.
“Me?” I ask in astonishment. “I’m probably not going to be able to walk for at least a week.”
He chuckles softly, and I feel the rumble of it with his chest still pressed against mine.
“I mean, yeah, that was seriously the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, and I swear to God I usually last longer than that, but that wasn’t what I was referring to. You yelled pee. I legit thought you had to pee, so that’s why I sped things up. I didn’t want you to pee on me. Then I realized you were coming, and I’m an idiot,” he tells me sheepishly.
I roll my eyes at him, wincing as he pulls himself out of me, grabs my hips as I unwind my legs from around him, and slowly helps lower my feet to the floor.
“We wouldn’t have this problem if you just tell me what PJ stands for,” I complain, scooping my thong up from the floor and shimmying back into it.
PJ smiles at me as he gets rid of the condom in the trash can under the makeup table, pulls his pants back up, and fastens them while I grab my discarded robe and put it back on, tying the belt securely around my waist.
“Sorry, PJ is just PJ,” he tells me with a shrug, walking back over to give me a quick kiss on the lips before grabbing my hand and tugging me toward the door.
I should probably feel weird that I’m going to head back out into the club wearing just a satin robe, but that’s what all the dancers do after their set. They go back out and mingle with customers, trying to entice them into buying a lap dance. My plan is to try to entice them to book a party with the Naughty Princess Club, using the stack of business cards Ariel has in her purse.
“Fine, PJ is just PJ. Then don’t be surprised if I really do pee on you next time. It will be your own fault, Golden Shower Man,” I tell him as he laughs, opening the door and pulling me out into the hallway.
I’m going to be walking through the club after I just had sex against the wall and everyone will know it with my flushed skin, sex hair, and eyes glazed with satisfaction, but I danced at a strip club tonight, and my vagina is officially cobweb free.
Right now, I feel nothing but happy.
Chapter 25: Don’t Make an Ass of Yourself
“Say it. Say I’m a hot, sexy bitch.”
“I will do no such thing.”
“Say it right now or I will punch you in the twat,” I order Ariel, throwing the words she always says to me right back at her.
She laughs at me and shakes her head as she continues clicking away at my laptop, which is on my kitchen counter. Belle sits quietly on the other side of her, penciling my party bookings into the day planner she picked up on her way over.
“Fine. You’re a hot, sexy bitch and I bow down to your awesomeness. Now, will you go away and let me work?” Ariel complains. I sigh and smile contentedly while I finish loading the dishwasher with breakfast dishes.
Thankfully, after my stellar performance at Charming’s the previous week, and having PJ walk me through the club and introduce me to everyone he knew there that night, we’ve been getting emails left and right to book parties. When Ariel found out PJ wasn’t really mad at me after I danced and what actually happened in the dressing room after he ordered her out, she demanded I take the next week to do nothing but continue being a hot, sexy bitch while she took care of business.