Page 16 of Good Girl Gone Bad

She twirled around the pole, gaining more familiarity. He loved how her tits shifted every time she moved. Red stained her cheeks, making him wonder if she was feeling shy or if the sensual dance turned her on. By the way she moved and moaned, he’d bet she was as hot and bothered for him as he was for her. He preferred assuming she was hot for him, too.

Oxygen nearly vanished from his brain. He needed some relief, otherwise he’d come in his damn pants. He unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper. He had gone commando to make things easier.

He took his hard cock in his hand and stroked it. “Keep taking them off.”

She peeled off her skirt, then her bra. All she had on was a sinful, sheer G-string.

She teased him, sliding her fingers into her underwear then removing them. Like a little devil, she lowered the thin side of the G-string, winked at him seductively, then lifted it again, continuing her sassy routine.

A dizzying sensation made him bob his head, as if he’d just been clocked. He blinked, determined to stay in the moment with the woman who socked air from his lungs. He’d visited enough strip clubs in his wild days to know Lily didn’t have the moves of a professional, which only made her more endearing. She could have said no, or straight-up screwed him on the spot, but she played along, moving that sensual body just for him.

She popped her ass to the side, nearly giving him a cardiac arrest. He upped the rhythm of his strokes, pumping his cock, knowing too damn well he wouldn’t make it long. She wiggled out of her G-string at long last and flung it in his direction. He grabbed it from the air, catching a whiff of her lovely, tangy, female scent.

For a moment, she stopped, watching him. “Don’t you need a hand?”

“I don’t want to make this about me,” he hissed out. “I just need some release before I feast on you.”

She gestured to the stage. “Come here.”

What did she propose? Didn’t she know if she sucked him or touched him, he’d come instantly? Still, he went to her, though it took every ounce of concentration to erase the distance between them.

Because of her heels and the advantage of the stage, she was almost as tall as he. He dipped his head only a little. “What do you want?”

“I want you to come on me again.”

His temples throbbed. Anticipation rushed through him, desire dotting his vision. “You’re a dirty girl, Lily.”

She shot him the mischievous smile of a college student rather than a stripper. Then, she kneeled before him. Upon the sight of such a gorgeous woman, giving herself to him so openly… He came undone, a loud groan slicing the air. He pointed his dick at her epic tits, and soon his hot load hit them, and she didn’t even blink. She massaged her breasts, encouraging him for more, and he shot his entire fill on her.

Holy fuck. It took several seconds for his breath to calm down, for the throb in his knees and his heart to subside. She took a sample of his cum from her nipple and brought it to her mouth, painting her lips with it and licking them. “Nice,” she said.

His white cum dripped down her tits and onto her belly, and she had never looked lovelier. He’d branded her, in one of the most visceral, primal ways a man could a woman. Sure, there were other ways he wanted to try, too… But all in good time.

“You’re a sex goddess, Lily Jenkins.”

She licked the corner of her lips again. “Actually, I’m a sex nymph. That’s what my costume label said.”

“Suits you. Now lay on your back my dirty nymph, because I’m going to eat your pussy until you come in my mouth.”

The glint in her eyes made him want to stroke her cheek for an endless amount of time. “I love when you talk that way.”

“I know you do, because you are, in fact, a nymph. A woman who deserves to be thoroughly pleasured,” he said, thinking how much he’d missed her the last three days. He’d thought this trip to California would be for just a few hours, otherwise he’d have asked her to go with him.

She lay down on the stage, and he scooted her to the edge so her screw-me shoes lay on his shoulders. Without delay, he dipped his head and blew some air on her sex. He knew the act would enhance her awareness. He got his response when she squirmed, and erotic moans filled the air.

“Yes. Oh, yes. Marco…”

Encouraged, he outlined her clit with his tongue, teasing her, wanting her to explode. She thrust her hands in his hair, shoving his face deeper into her, showing him how she wanted it.

“Eat me. I want you to eat me so bad, babe. I love how you fuck me with your tongue.”

He thrust his tongue in her pussy and hooked his hands under her butt cheeks to lift her up and improve his angle. He loved tasting her, being pressed against her warm, sticky thighs. She was so wet… He lapped it up, each time driving his face deeper into her cunt, his nose pressing against her. She clenched her legs around his neck, and he knew she had to be getting close.

Relentlessly, he teased her, alternating between licks to her pussy and kisses on her swollen clit. Soon, she bucked toward him and called out his name, coming undone in his mouth. He feasted on her every drip of her delicious, pearly essence.

When her legs loosened around him and he lifted his head, he realized his own body had begun to reignite, the throbbing in his core making him harden again.

“When all this is over, I’ll miss you,” she said, looking at the ceiling, her voice soft.

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