Page 125 of Fang
Maybe Fang was right. Maybe I had to face all of my hard days early on so I could spend the rest of my life in peace.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks me.
I turn to face him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I was thinking I’m sure glad I decided to strip. If I hadn’t walked into your club, we would have never met.”
He shakes his head. “We are inevitable, little dancer. Even if you hadn’t walked in that club, I know without a doubt that the universe would have put you in my path. We were meant to be.”
“I love you,” I whisper.
He presses a kiss to the side of my temple. “I love you.”
“You know, you don’t have to work anymore and that schooling is paid for,” I tell Cami as we walk back to our room after several movies with the crew.
“I like my job at the restaurant. They really need help too,” she tells me.
The little old couple have been running the place their entire lives. I wouldn’t be surprised if they retire soon. If she wants to work for them until that time, I’m fine with that. Besides, they adore her and didn’t bat an eye that she needed a couple of days off after everything went down.
“No more dancing though,” I growl into her ear.
She giggles. “I don’t know. I liked dancing…for you.”
I pull her into our room. “Oh yeah. Why don’t you show me?” I tell her, stepping back from her as I lock the door behind me.
She smiles. “Maybe this once I’ll consider doing extras.”
I take my cut off, placing it on the chair neatly. Then I pull my T-shirt off along with my pants. I don’t stop until I’m naked. I palm my hard cock as I sit on the edge of the bed.
“I’m waiting.”
She grabs her phone, syncing it to my Bluetooth speaker. After a moment, “That’s What I Like” by Bruno Mars flows through the speaker.
She starts by swaying her hips running her hands on her body. Then she pops her hip and bends at the waist, flipping her hair back. She drops down, popping her body left then right before standing back up as she takes her cut and slides it off her arms.
I start to stroke myself as I watch her. She’s so fucking sexy. She moves her body with the beat over to the dresser to drop the cut. Then she leans back on it, spreading her legs as she fansthem out. Turning, she pushes her ass out at me as she presses off of the dresser.
Her shirt disappears next, falling somewhere on the floor as she keeps with the rhythm. She hops up, her tits jiggling.
Her pants are the next to go missing. Then she falls into a split, looking up at me from the ground as she licks her lips. She flips onto her stomach, her hands reaching back to undo her bra. By the time she stands back up, all that’s left is her panties.
The song is coming to an end as she throws moves I have seen her do a million times. It doesn’t matter, though. They still have my cock begging for a taste.
She climbs into my lap, pushing my hands away as she sways her hips on top of me. I let her, knowing she owns me.
Reaching down, she pulls her underwear to the side, sliding down on my cock as she swivels her hips to the music. She moans out as she does, her head falling back.
“So fucking sexy,” I tell her, lavishing her chest with kisses.
“You feel so much bigger this way,” she pants.
My hands find her hips as the song changes into another slow, sensual song. I take control this time, moving her over me.
“You have him so swollen, little dancer. He’s begging for release. Are you going to give it to him?” I ask.
“Yes. Fuck, I want you to fill me,” she mumbles, her body starting to shake.
“You have to feed him first. Give him that orgasm,” I tell her. “Come for me.”
I grind her onto me harder, loving the way it makes her squeak. She comes, her legs tightening against me as her movements become jerky.
