"Is there anything in particular you want?" She unbuttons the front of her coat slowly, and I try to swallow.
"What are you offering?" I want to tell her I’ve never done this before, but for so reason I want her to feel comfortable with . I want her to feel safe, and if I act like this is easy for , then maybe it will be for her too. When she doesn’t answer right away, I see fear begin to form in those deep green eyes. "Why don’t you go slow? I like slow."
She relaxes by a fraction and nods, taking a step toward . When she finishes unbuttoning the coat, she opens it and lets it slide down to the floor. She’s wearing a pale yellow slip dress that’s silky and see-through. I can make out the outline of her simple bra and panties and I’ve never seen anything sexier in my whole goddamn life.
"Fuck," I hiss as I take in the view of her.
She turns in front of and I get a view of her big round ass stretching the thin material tight. My mouth waters, and I have to swallow repeatedly so I don’t drool on myself. Her dark hair is in long waves, and she sweeps it over one shoulder, looking at through her lashes.
I rub my hands on my thighs over the bathrobe to dry them off. My fingers twitch to touch her, but I’m so taken with her I’m rooted to the spot.
This is what Dad was telling you about. I hear the words in the back of my head, and I push them away. Not now. Just let enjoy the good luck that’s mistakenly sent Estella to .
She moves closer, and her knee brushes against mine. "Congratulations."
"What?" I blink up at her and wonder if she’s congratulating on finding the one.
"On getting married." Her hips roll to one side then the other. I’m so lost in the motion I don’t answer her.
My hands rise, and I hear a throat clear behind . I’d forgotten for a second what was happening. I place my hands back on my thighs as she circles her hips again and then dips her ass down low.
"Shit," I hiss as my cock tents the front of the robe. There’s no way to hide it, and I have no doubt she’s used to it by now.
The thought of her doing this for another man has clenching my hands into fists.
"How long have you been doing this?" I ask, knowing I don’t want to know the answer.
She looks over her shoulder at and smiles. "Not long." Her ass brushes my thighs and I groan at the contact.
"Do you like it?"
She rocks her ass farther back, and I move down a little in the seat. A little closer and she’ll be moving on my dick.
"So far so good." She turns around to change positions, and I want to curse again.
This ti she lifts the front of her slip and shows her pale yellow cotton panties. They’re so fucking innocent I want to rip them off with my teeth and sll her pussy.
She looks down at where my cock is straining, and I swear for a second her eyes widen in appreciation. She blinks, and the look is gone, but she lifts the slip higher until it’s off completely, and she’s in her bra and panties.
She moves again, and this ti she places a knee on the couch beside and her legs open wide. She reaches behind her, and I wait with bated breath as she unclasps her bra and her tits spill free.
Big and heavy, the dusky peaks are hard, and I ache to suck on them. I swallow once more as she moves her other knee over top of and straddles my legs. Her hands go to my shoulders, and the feeling of her soft skin on mine is like lightning hitting at two points.
The way she’s in front of , my body blocks her from the view of the door, and possibly the bouncer. She rolls her hips forward and the movent bunches up the bathrobe between us.
"What are you doing to ?" I ask quietly, looking into her dark green eyes. I feel drunk, or like I’ve been drugged.
"Giving you your money’s worth." The music is so loud that I barely catch it. But when I look down between us, I see she’s rolled forward again and now my robe is open and my cock has sprung free.
She stares down at it and then up at quickly as her cheeks flush. Without saying a word, I reach into my pocket and pull out the stack of cash. I place it on her bare thigh, knowing the bouncer can’t see so this can be just between us.
With wide eyes, she looks up at , and I nod, not needing to tell her what I want. She’s in this line of work, surely she knows what I’m after. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t give to have her, and I don’t care what it costs.
She places her hand on the money and scoots a little closer to . Her panty-covered pussy is right in front of my cock, and her bare tits are in front of my mouth. I’m no saint, and the longer she’s in front of , teasing like this, the more I’m going to lose control.
Estella leans forward and places her mouth against my ear, and I feel the heat of her pussy rub against my cock.
"We might get caught." I feel her rub it again and I hold back a groan.
"I can give you more," I offer, remaining as still as stone. "Whatever you need, it’s yours."
Her nipples brush against my chest, and it’s like diamonds cutting . The pain of my need is growing too big. I have to be inside her—now.
"What if all I need is this?" She brushes against my cock with her pussy again, and I close my eyes in agony.
"Take it."
When I open my eyes, I look down to see one of her hands full of cash and the other on the edge of her panties as she’s about to move them to the side. My cock leaks at the thought of sinking deep in her warm pussy just as the music cos to a screeching halt.
"Ti’s up," the bouncer announces, and just like that she’s off my lap and grabbing her clothes.
"No!" I shout, pulling my robe closed and standing up.
Estella looks up at with those dark green eyes wide with panic...and desire. There’s no way she’s faking that need I saw or the energy between us. That was fucking real.
"You can’t go. Please, I’ll pay for another hour. The whole night, just na a price." All the words rush out at once as I look at her and then the bouncer.
He looks at and shakes his head. "No can do. We’ve got another appointnt."
"She’s not leaving," I say, and move so that Estella is behind .
"Excuse ?" the bouncer says, and I feel Estella move in close behind .
"Mufasa, you have to let go." Her warm hand presses against my lower back.
"She’s not leaving," I say again, and the bouncer smiles then speaks into a microphone on his wrist I hadn’t noticed before.
Suddenly the door to the hotel room opens and I see two more guys in the hallway. Three guys for one dancer? What the fuck?
The two guys step inside, and I realize that while I could have taken the one, there’s no way I can handle all of them. Still, I don’t back down. I might be crazy, but I’m not losing her.
"She. Stays." I enunciate the words and plant my feet. They’ll take her over my dead body.
"Grab the girl," Bouncer says, and just like that, the fight breaks out.
I’m on him quickly but feel a knee to the stomach co from the side. I hear Estella scream and look back as one of the guys has her by the arm and is dragging her out of the room. I call for her as a punch lands on my jaw and another in my chest.
The air rushes from my body as I try to go after her, but the edges of my vision are going black. I see hotel security in the hall just before another punch lands on the side of my face and the whole world goes black.
Hours later when I wake up, I’m fully dressed in a jail cell with one thought on my mind.
I have to find her.
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