Page 13 of His Personal Stripper

Chapter Five

By the end of the evening Jack knew without a doubt that he had the right woman. No matter what was said, Rachel remained a lady at his side. He stood by her, not allowing anyone to even come close. The social set that he lived in was filled with people who only wished to bring others down. He didn’t have that belief.

The only time she was out of his sight throughout the whole evening was when she needed to use the bathroom. He noticed her pale expression when she came toward him afterward, and didn’t doubt for a moment that someone had cornered her and said something. She didn’t say a word, and for the rest of the evening he didn’t pressure her into telling him anything.

When they were in the car heading for his home, Jack wanted to know.

“What happened?” he asked.

Throughout the evening he’d felt her withdraw from him, little by little. Jack didn’t like it.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie. Don’t start with the bullshit. I’m not some loser boyfriend who can be pushed aside and made to believe nothing is wrong. I know these people. I’ve been around them most of my life. You were like a sheep caught in a wolf’s sights. They don’t like how you look. The beauty and kindness shows within your eyes. They want to tear it down, destroy it, and let the world know there is nothing better than they are.”

He saw the tears in her eyes, and she looked toward him. “They don’t deserve your tears, baby.”

“Why not? They’re your friends. They only spoke the truth anyway. I’m your whore. You pay me to fuck me, and when you’re done you’ll pass me over just like you have everyone else.”

“Everyone else?” he asked.

“They spoke about how you’re always bringing in stray dogs, and that when you grow tired you toss them out onto the street and watch them struggle. It’s like a sport to you.”

Jack’s rage knew no bounds in that moment. He’d discover who the women were and he’d make sure they suffered.

Taking hold of Rachel’s hand, he stroked her wrist, feeling the pulse jump beneath his touch. “I’ve never done this before. I’ve helped people who needed help. I’ve got several shelters and organizations that help the homeless rebuild their lives. Some people don’t want that. They like their life the way it is. I’ve never seen a woman who has made me feel so much desire that I chase her halfway across town ’til I get to a diner, only to discover her counting loose change for a slice of pie. I saw you, Rachel. I wanted you. I’m not going to toss you out onto the street. I don’t expect you to believe me.”

“I am your whore though.”

“So? That’s our business. I won’t share you. You’re my woman. My stripper. My whore. My everything.” He cupped her cheek, turning her face toward him so she didn’t look elsewhere. “Who cares what anyone else thinks? I don’t, and I would never allow anyone to talk to you that way. What we do is our business.” He pulled her down, taking her lips in a searing kiss, moving her at the same time so that she lay underneath him.

The dress she wore didn’t provide much modesty, but he had no intention of removing it right now.

Sliding the dress to her waist, he tore at the panties and felt the heat of her cunt against his palm.

She was wet already, and he wanted to drive those vicious women from her mind. Sliding a single finger into her soaked pussy, he stroked her clit with his thumb, moving back and forth.

His fingers within her grew incredibly wet, and it made him moan just feeling her tighten around him. His cock pressed against the front of his pants, desperate to be inside her.

“Please, Jack, I need you.”

All he’d intended was to give her pleasure, but now, he couldn’t resist. Pulling his fingers from her tight heat, he licked her cream off, which only made him even harder. Releasing his cock, he ran his hand up and down the length. Pre-cum was already spilling out of the tip, and he groaned as pleasure flooded his entire body.

Running the tip between her thighs, he bumped her clit a couple of times before heading to her entrance. In one thrust, he filled her pussy, holding her hips as he slid right to the hilt within her.

She pulsed around him, crying out his name.

The car wasn’t the ideal place to fuck her as hard as he wanted, but he found a rhythm that drove them both crazy.

Taking her hand, he placed it on her pussy, getting her to play with herself as he rode her body.

The scent of sex was heavy in the back of the car, and he loved it. He didn’t want to stop. Her pussy tightened, squeezing his cock, desperate for his cum, and he fucked her harder.

She began to near her climax as she clenched his length, tightening like a vise. Suddenly, she cried out, impaling her pussy onto his cock.

Jack found his own release, thrusting inside her, filling her with his cum.

He’d not worn a condom. Now, he rested his head against her tits, closing his eyes with a smile. He’d found the right woman for him.

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