Her breath stutters through her lips. “I thought men were supposed to hate doing that. I thought it was supposed to be a chore.”
“I have no clue what men are supposed to like or not like, but I love it.” I graze my lips against hers, holding myself back from devouring her mouth the way I want. “I love your texture. Your taste. Your smell. Everything.” It’s true. I can’t get enough of going down on her. I almost feel bad about how many times I woke her up, in the past three days, because I needed her taste again. Not really though, because she loves it just as much as I do.
“Are you going to let me finally taste you?” Casey rubs my hard cock through the fabric of my jeans. “We never get to me putting you in my mouth. It always goes from your face between my thighs to your cock between my thighs.”
It’s true; I haven’t had the patience to let her suck me yet. I get so riled up while I drink her juices straight from the source that I need to come inside her.
Casey doesn’t let me answer. She stands from the desk and turns us, so I’m the one leaning on the edge of the scuffed wooden surface. She keeps gazing in my eyes as she unbuttons my jeans, then unzips them, then pulls my dick free of my boxer briefs. A few quick strokes and she falls to her knees, licking me from root to tip.
“Mmmmmm, you’re salty.” She goes back in for another long lick with the flat of her tongue and then flicks it against the little spot where my crown and shaft meet. My knees buckle, and I damn near go down to the floor. Thankfully, I catch myself just in time and lean more firmly against the desk.
Gathering that unruly red hair into a ponytail at the nape of her neck, I watch with rapt attention as her mouth descends on my cock for the very first time.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to blow my load down her throat in about five seconds flat. I’ve managed to build up my stamina a little over our three days of sexual exploration. But the warmth of her mouth, the wet slide of her tongue as she rubs it in circles on the veined underside of my rod, the firm drag of her lips as she pulls off my cock, it’s all too much. Too different from fucking her silly.
It’s the pure ecstasy on her face that does me in. Seeing that she truly loves doing this to me, that she feels the same as I do, it puts me right on the edge of a precipice I’m not ready to dive off yet.
“Enough,” I growl as I pull her up by her hair. I still have that flash of fear that I possibly went too far, that I hurt her. But she pants and starts opening her jeans, shoving them to her ankles. We’ve discovered we both have a kink for bossing each other around. Sometimes she’s the boss. Sometimes I am. They both get me hard as nails.
Reversing our positions once again, I turn and bend her over the desk, scattering papers everywhere. We’re going to have to figure out a filing system soon so I can stop messing up her piles every time I need to fuck her in this office. Which I have a feeling is going to be often.
“Did sucking me get you as wet as eating you gets me hard?” I shove her jeans down to her knees and trail my finger up her inner thigh. I’m still an inch away from that paradise I call home when I feel the slippery warmth of her arousal coating her skin. “Yeah, you did. Sucking your man’s cock gets you soaked. Good to know.”
I line myself up and drive home in one swift thrust. Just like every time in the past three days, I have to pause as soon as her slick heat encases me, so I don’t blow my lid before giving her the pleasure she deserves. I’m getting better and lasting longer. Soon I’ll be able to fuck her for hours until both our bodies give out.
“Reach back and hold your ass cheeks open. I want to see the part of you I’m going to conquer next after I get you nice and broken in.” I don’t know where these filthy thoughts and words come from, but as soon as I touch her smooth skin something inside me unleashes. A part of me I never knew until meeting the woman who would set me free in every way.
Complying, Casey grips each cheek and holds them so I can see the puckered back entrance. I massage it with my thumb as I slowly thrust in and out of her. She presses her face into the desk, moaning and squirming as I fuck her from behind.
“Zeke, please, I need more.”
“What do you need, Spitfire? My fingers on your clit? My thumb in your ass? Both?”
“Both. All of it. Please.” She arches her back and pulls on those juicy ass cheeks a little bit more, making herself more than clear.
I reach one hand around and get to work tweaking her pulsing, hot button. That gets her moaning even louder. Next, I slide my pinkie finger down to where we are joined; I pull out for the barest of moments so I can sink my finger in and get it nice and wet. I’m back inside her before she can even complain about the loss of my cock in her tight hole.
Painting her back entrance with her arousal, I slide my smallest digit inside. We’ve been reading up on how to get her ready for my cock to be in this same place, and I know we have to take it slow. For every three thrusts of my cock, I push my pinkie forward a little more, until I’m two knuckles deep and she’s screaming at the top of her lungs.
Her hands leave their position on her ass and slap down on the wood desk, bracing herself as the orgasm hits her. She grinds back even farther onto my cock, chasing me as I try to pull back for another thrust. Both my hands are occupied, and I’m not willing to let up on either pleasure center they are working. Our movements become clumsy, but it doesn’t matter. The tight grip of her cunt on my cock sends me over the edge, and I explode inside her. She cranes her head around, capturing my gaze with hers as my climax overtakes my vision.
Slowly, as the blood returns to my extremities and brain, my vision clears. Casey is still staring at me, a huge smile on her face. “You never look sexier than that moment you lose control and plant your seed deep in my body.”
“Hell, Spitfire, you can’t talk to me like that unless you want to get fucked on the floor next.” My cock twitches inside her, proving my point.
Casey straightens up from the desk, slowly slides off my cock and turns in my arms. I want to back away, glance down at where I know my cum will be slowly sliding from her pussy. But I haven’t gotten up the courage to ask if it is weird how fascinated I am by the sight of our combined juices dripping from her body. So, I keep my eyes on her beautiful face.
“How about we go home and I fuck you on the floor? Can’t have you thinking you can barge into the office and boss me around anytime you want.” Between us, my cock jumps and we both laugh.
“You think we can make it the whole way home before jumping each other again?”
Casey shrugs, a glint in her eyes that I’m becoming all too familiar with. “We’ll see I suppose. If not, have you ever heard of road head?”
No, I have not, but I can’t wait to discover what that is with her. I can’t wait to discover everything this life has in store, all with her.
Epilogue One
Six Months Later - Casey
“Come on, girl, no one cares what you want, we want a bachelorette party for the ages!” Zsa Zsa drags me through the front door of the Pink Pony, her nails digging into my hand as she struggles to get me to cooperate.
“Zsa, Zeke will fire you if he finds out you’re bringing me to the club on ladies’ night during prime club hours.” I try to dig my heels in, but the slick wood floors in the hallway do little to impede our progress. Plus, I can’t put up too much of a fight because I’m afraid my unbalanced equilibrium will send me toppling to the floor any minute. No one tells you before you get pregnant that your entire center of gravity shifts and you become a big ole clutz. Zeke has been carrying me around for months because I’m always tripping or bumping into things with my belly.
“What boss man doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Zsa Zsa takes both my hands and pulls just enough that I have no choice but to follow or risk injury to our baby or me. “Besides, you need to see the goods of other men before you tie yourself down to one cock for the rest of your life.
“I think that ship has sailed Zsa.” I glance pointedly down to
where my ever-expanding stomach tents out my maternity dress. These days stretchy pants and t-shirts are about all I wear, but Zsa insisted I get dressed up for my bachelorette party. “Besides, I don’t want to see anyone else’s junk. I like Zeke’s junk. I love it.”
“Girl, stop before you make me gag.” Finally, we breach the curtain separating the hallway from the club, and it dawns on me that the place is quiet as a morgue. I look around and the normal rowdy, Thursday night crowd of drunk women trying to grope our stable of male dancers, is completely absent. Ladies night has gone extremely well over the past six months. So well, we’re thinking about opening a separate location that will solely cater to women.
“Where is everyone?”
Zsa Zsa ignores me but continues to pull me toward the stage where she not so gently pushes me into a chair right by the edge of the elevated platform.
“Don’t worry, the party is just about to get started.” Zsa runs on her tip-toes over to the DJ booth and quickly turns on the quintessential song for all-male strippers: Pony by Ginuwine. I’ve never seen any of the guys perform before, but I’ve run across them here and there while working in the office. I have no desire to see any of them naked, and the moment the curtain flies open, I cover my eyes.
“Lady of the evening, please feast your eyes on the one, the only, Zeke, the Builder!” Zsa Zsa draws out the stage name, and I’m so shocked to hear my husband-to-be’s name I almost don’t glance up to see.
But then I feel his gentle, giant finger under my chin, tilting my head back. Dayum. I wipe at the corner of my mouth to make sure no drool is sneaking out. Because there he is, my man, wearing a construction hat, a bright orange vest, no shirt underneath, of course, and the tightest jeans with rips over the knees, and a tool belt hanging low around his hips.
The outfit is hot enough, but the flames of pure lust burning in his eyes is what does me in. My panties soak in mere seconds, and I’m ready to get on my knees and worship the man I love with my entire heart.
“You the lucky lady getting married tomorrow?” Zeke says with a smirk.
I nod dumbly, still a little confused as to why Zeke is on stage, and no one else is in the audience. Which is a good thing, because if anyone else were here to see him like this, I’d scratch their eyes out.
Just as the thought occurs to me, I turn to Zsa Zsa, because, yeah, not even she is allowed to see my soon-to-be husband almost shirtless. Thankfully our trusted floor manager is hightailing it out the back door with nothing but a wave over her shoulder.
“Don’t worry; this is a private show.” Zeke does a body roll and spins in a tight circle, a huge grin on his face the entire time.
I wish I could say it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I really do, but the truth is, my Zeke is no dancer. His timing is all off, not synching up with the beats at all. He’s a little stiff, and he keeps shooting furtive glances at me, trying to gauge my reaction.
Laughter bubbles in my belly, but I refuse to let it out. It’s obvious he’s worked on this routine. So, I give him the encouragement I know he needs and wants. “Woooo yeah, baby. Move those hips.”
A blush rushes up to his cheeks at my over the top catcalling, but he relaxes a little more, getting into the movements. From the corner of my eye, I spot a white envelope on the table. Glancing down I see my name scrawled across the front in Zsa Zsa’s loopy cursive and picked it up. Inside is a stack of ones, so thick I can barely wrap my hand around it.
Another laugh bubbles to the surface, but as I swing my gaze back up to the love of my life all amusement dies. Because he’s slowly peeling off that orange vest to reveal his hard-packed abs, the waistband of his black boxer briefs peeks out above the jeans.
True, I see this man naked on a daily basis. But no matter how many times I see him, it never lessens the impact of how gorgeous he is. The vest drops to the ground, closely followed by Zeke. He writhes on the ground for a few seconds, then executes three hard thrusts of his hips that make my pussy clench with need.
Yeah, not laughing now. But my pregnancy hormones are yelling for some attention to be directed toward the very wet place between my thighs.
Coming over to the side of the stage, Zeke jumps down and prowls toward me, all sex and mischief in his eyes. Pushing my legs together, he straddles my lap and starts in on the body rolls again, not so awkward now.
I reach up to slide my fingers down the ridges of his six-pack, but he gently captures my wrists and plants my hands on the sides of the chair.
“No touching the talent.” The words are firm, but I can hear the humor in his voice.
My mouth has gone dry, and I’m so turned on I’m afraid if I open my lips it will just be a string of nonsensical whimpers and moans.
Continuing with his routine, Zeke turns around and does the same body rolls in reverse so his round ass that I love so damn much pops right in my line of sight. Next, he turns, unbuckles his tool belt, while still moving more or less in time with the song, and drops the heavy belt to the table beside us.
Suddenly, I remember the stack of bills and reach out to grab one, tucking it in the waistband of his jeans. He plucks it out and shakes his head with a mocking look of admonishment.
I must look confused because he winks at me, then grabs the front of my loose blouse and pulls it down to the front of my bra exposed. My jaw drops when he tucks the dollar bill beneath the center of my bra, right between my breasts. Placing his palms on the insides of my knees, Zeke pushes them apart and drops to his knees. Slowly, he drags his nose up the inside of my leg, from my calf to where it connects to my body. My loose dress bunches up around the tops of my thighs, leaving my legs exposed to him. Bypassing the part of me that needs him most, he continues his journey up my body, pausing to kiss my swelling belly, until his mouth is even with the dollar bill. Eyes locked with mine, he grips the bill between his teeth and slowly pulls it out from my bra.
I’m breathing hard, need and love whooshing through my veins at an alarming pace. I need Zeke inside me− now.
His arms are locked beneath the crook of my knees; my legs spread open and ready for him. With almost no effort he scoops me up, my hands flying to the back of his neck to keep me steady. With a swift turn, Zeke sits back down with me straddling his lap.
“Holy shit, where did you learn to do all that.” My hips buck against him and I ride his hard cock beneath the jeans he’s still wearing.
“I had the guys give me some pointers a couple of weeks ago. About the only things I can do effectively are the body rolls, though they tried to teach me more.” Zeke’s hands wander over my body in smooth strokes, and for the first time, I notice the song has switched to something a little slower but still sultry, “Earned It” by The Weeknd. “Did you like it?”
“Yes. As long as no one else got to see you shirtless, I loved it.”
Zeke laughs, and his boyish grin spreads across his face, making those dimples pop in stark relief to the rest of his chiseled face. “Don’t worry. You’re the only one. Not even the guys saw me shirtless.”
“Good. Now fuck me.”
“Here?”
“The cameras are off?”
Zeke nods, his breathing picking up speed a little.
“The cleaning crew was in this morning?”
Another nod.
“Then yes, right here.” I’m done talking. Reaching between us I open the snap on his jeans and yank down the zipper. My hands shake as I reach into his underwear and pull out the long hard part of him that makes me dripping wet on sight.
I shift forward, pulling my dress up even more and push my simple white cotton panties to the side. Standing to hover above him, I line the smooth tip of him up with my entrance then fall back down, so he’s impaled inside me. Zeke moans, and I whimper, our sounds mixing to echo through the cavernous room.
I manage two slow pumps on his thick shaft before Zeke takes over, his hands gripping my hips and stilling me. “This is my show, remember?”
I go to protest, but then he starts doing those damn body rolls again, only now from beneath me as his dick glides in and out at this delicious pace that has me scrambling to grip the chair back and brace my feet on the rungs. One of his hands leaves my hip to reach up and tug down the neckline of my dress the rest of the way. He does the same with my bra until my breasts bounce out right at mouth level. I swear, the roll of his tongue against my super sensitive nipple mimics the roll of his hips pumping between my thighs.
It’s all so sensual and dirty. Doing it right in the middle of the club increases the lust level. How many men and women have sat in this room hoping for a show like the one I just got, capped off by a fuck like the one we’re having right now? But they’ve all walked away disappointed. Not me. Nothing about this experience disappoints.
The pressure in my core builds like stacking blocks, going higher and higher until the pleasure begins to sway precariously in my belly. The tower of hell yes waits for one final element that will send it toppling, cascading around me. The anticipation of when it will fall is almost as good as the moment itself. My heart hammers and my skin tingles as I scream and grip the chair, so tight I’m probably leaving crescent-shaped scars in the wood. Almost. Zeke’s thumb presses against my throbbing clit, and that’s the thing I needed to send my orgasm showering down my body.
The pleasure is never ending, it just keeps coming and coming until my body collapses against Zeke, replete and satisfied beyond words. With one last thrust of his hips, Zeke empties himself into my still vibrating pussy. The warmth of his cum filling me sends tiny aftershocks jolting through my system.
“Holy shit.” Zeke pants in my ear, gently stroking my back and legs as I come down from that impossible high.
“Pretty much.” I pant right back. I tighten my arms around Zeke’s neck, holding him to me in an embrace far sweeter than the dirty sex we just had in the middle of the strip club we inherited. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”
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