His Stripper (Dance For Me)
“Before I start, I have to tell you something.”
“What is it?” I can hear the note of concern in his voice, so I don’t wait to put him out of his misery.
“I won’t be able to dance for you on the pole much longer. I don’t think it will hold my weight.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I just think it’s gonna be hard to dance with my stomach big and round and my ankles swollen.” I barely get the words out before Myles spins me around in his hold.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“If what you think I’m saying is that I’m pregnant, then yes.” I grin. “I am pregnant.”
His lips crash into mine with bruising force, and his arms snake around me to pull me closer. I had no doubt he would react like this. I knew he wanted to get me pregnant, and I wanted it to happen just as badly.
Pushing against his chest, I break the kiss so I can catch my breath. “What about the show?”
“No time for foreplay. I need to be inside you, stat.” He pulls on my clothes like they are on fire, and he is desperate to get them off my body. I grab his shirt and pull it off his muscular torso. When we are both naked, and our clothes are somewhere on the ground, Myles turns me around and bends me over the bed.
His hand immediately finds my center, rubbing through my already wet folds. I moan into the soft sheets and grab the comforter in front of me just because I need to give my hands something to do.
He removes his fingers and replaces them with the smooth head of his cock. He thrusts forward, sinking his cock into me to the hilt in one smooth move. His hand holds my hips while he starts fucking me as if his life depends on it.
Like a wild animal, he pounds into me without mercy. My first orgasm sneaks up on me, taking me by surprise. The intense feeling of pleasure rolls through me like the tide, but Myles never slows down.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Your cunt is the tightest and sweetest thing in the world, and it’s all fucking mine. You are all mine.”
“Yes!” I call out as I come a second time.
I’m all his, and he is all mine.
And that’s never going to change.
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