Page 9 of His Personal Stripper

She stared into his dark brown gaze, knowing that he was unlike any other man she’d ever known.

His hand moved from her hip down, cupping between her thighs. She didn’t look away as he moved between her legs.

Jack took possession of her mouth as he teased her pussy, sliding his fingers within her.

She gasped, arching up, needing his cock more than anything.

He pulled away, and she went onto her elbows, watching as he grabbed a condom from out of his pants.

Within seconds the latex was on his cock, and she watched as his dick touched her pussy.

Inch by inch he thrust inside, making her moan as his cock moved along the walls of her pussy, stretching her with his width.

His hands moved to her hips, and with one hard thrust he filled her, making her cry out.

“Oh, fuck, I knew you’d be tight, but I had no idea it would be this damn good.”

He stayed still within her, and she wondered if he was letting her get accustomed to his size.

Jack claimed her lips once again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as pleasure rushed through every single inch of her body, driving her need higher and higher.

She began to thrust up, wanting him to fuck her hard.

He didn’t make her wait long as he grabbed her hands, placing them above her head.

Jack drove his dick so deep inside her she gasped with each thrust. He made her feel on fire, the need consuming her as she watched his cock sliding in and out of her.

She couldn’t believe this was happening. That she was having sex with a complete stranger and loving it. She didn’t want him to stop, and when he pulled out, flipping her onto her knees, she glanced over her shoulder to look at him.

“Do you have any idea how many fantasies I’ve had about this beautiful ass?”

“You’ve only seen me for a couple of hours.”

“And I’ve put those hours to good use.”

He slammed his dick back into her pussy, holding her hips as he went deeper this time, his cock hitting that point within her where it went from pleasure to pain and back again.

She tightened her hands into fists, feeling the first stirrings of her orgasm begin to build. She couldn’t believe how alive she felt.

“Yes, please, yes,” she said, moaning.

“You feel so fucking good. I knew you would.” He slammed inside her, and she couldn’t wait any longer. Reaching between her thighs, she stroked her clit, finding her release with just a few touches against her nub.

Jack tightened his hold on her hips, holding her still as he pounded inside her, his cock filling her as he hit the hilt over and over again.

He kissed her neck at the same time as he rocked inside her, his groan echoing off the walls as he came, his cock jerking.

She closed her eyes, panting for breath.

This was not like her.

Yet, it had been so perfect, so amazing.

Reality began to sink in, and she closed her eyes. “What happens now?” she asked.

“You don’t go back to that apartment. You can pick your own room if you’d like, but I’m much prefer for you to stay with me.”

“You want me to share your room?”

“Yes, I do.”

She closed her eyes. She was now at his beck and call.

There wasn’t a single thought of panic or regret. In fact, she was excited to get started.

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