Page 7 of His Personal Stripper

Chapter Three

Jack fought every single urge to get to his feet and take her. Rachel closed her eyes once again, and he wanted to see them. They let him know how much she enjoyed being the center of his damn world. She slowly, achingly released the buttons on her shirt, tempting him with the round globes of her tits.

His dick pulsed inside his pants, but he didn’t touch himself, staring at the woman in front of him.

She’d not wanted to give in to his demands, but there hadn’t been much choice. He had her in his grasp now.

He wondered if she realized that he had no intention of ever letting her go, unless she disappointed him. The women in his world were all hungry for power, for greed. He wasn’t interested in that. What he wanted was a woman who’d stand by his side, who wouldn’t be tempted by more money or power, or attempt to blackmail him.

Rachel didn’t even realize she was auditioning not just to be his, but also to be his wife.

The shirt opened up, and he let out a little moan. The bra she wore had seen better days. He didn’t mind at all. He made a note to purchase her some brand-new clothing. Only the best would do for his woman.

She spun around, presenting her back once again to him. Her hands bunched her hair up, showing off her neck.

When he’d kissed her, she’d been so sensitive, releasing a slight gasp as he’d used his teeth to bite down.

Her ass called to him, and he watched her hands move down. Slowly, she rocked her hips, taking the jeans with her.

The panties she wore covered too much, and he groaned. He couldn’t help it anymore.

She didn’t go straight for her panties.

Rachel kicked off the jeans, sending them across the room.

She reached for the catch at the back of her bra, and he watched her remove it. The red lines of her bra marked her skin.

He couldn’t see her tits, but there was time for that.

Still, she didn’t face him. She put her fingers in either side of her panties, giving him teasing glimpses of her ass. She didn’t pull them down, and then she spun, crossing her arms in front of her tits.

With her blonde tresses cascading around her, she looked like a little virgin temptress. He’d gladly be the villain that took her.

She raised her hands above her head, showing off those breasts he’d been wanting to see naked. The tips had tight red nipples that begged to be sucked.

Her body was more beautiful than he even imagined, and in the past few hours, he’d been doing a lot of imagining.

Finally, she bent forward so that her breasts hung down, and she stepped out of the panties, just as the music stopped. She stood up tall, and what he saw was a thing of beauty.

Her pussy had a light dusting of hair, neatly trimmed and tempting.

She panted. The rise and fall of her tits captured his attention.

Crooking his finger, he waited for her to step toward him, and he smiled as she did.

Taking hold of her hand, he got her to straddle his lap on the chair. There was just enough room for her knees to nestle either side of him. Putting his hands on her hips, he stared up into her blue eyes.

Need looked right back at him. Running his hand up her back, he wrapped some of her hair around his fist, tugging her head back. Putting his lips on her neck, he flicked his tongue over the pulse before licking down her neck, dipping into her collarbone.

She gasped, arching into his touch. Staring at her tits, he flicked one nipple and then the other, hearing her moan.

“You like that, baby? You like my mouth on your body?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think it feels good?”

“Yes.”

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