out at the pleasure of this new position, never feeling so gloriously full before, and soon, a feeling starts to build within me, one I’ve never felt in my life. It feels different than the one he gave me with his mouth. Different than the one he taught me to give myself. It feels deeper, more intense, like it’s pulled the strength from the rest of my body to gather all of it at the center of my core.
“Oh, God,” I breathe, and I brace my hands on the pillow on either side of his head, lifting up on my knees as he holds my hips tightly and fucks up into me with mind-blowing momentum. “Please don’t stop,” I beg in one breath, throwing my head back and closing my eyes, letting the pleasure of his brilliant mastery of my body take over.
“Reach down and rub your clit, goddess. I can’t last much longer,” he says. “You’re just too fucking beautiful, so goddamn tight, and wet, and perfect.” And I do what he says, reaching between us to rub my clit. But I find it’s the feel of him, where our bodies connect, feeling him disappear over and over inside my body, the sensation on my fingers of his hard cock, soft flesh over stone, plunging in and out of my stretched pussy… that is more arousing than anything I could do to my clit. And he seems to react to the touch too, because he growls, drawing my eyes to his, and I see the ferocity on his face.
It’s that look of possession, combined with the sudden sense of power that it’s my body making him lose control, that causes me to clench around him, and my eyes roll back in my head.
And for the first time with a man inside me, I explode, screaming his name out to the ceiling, my whole body convulsing, and I feel his cock swell within me as he thrusts into me one more time, slamming my hips down on him as he jerks inside my walls that grip him like a fist, never wanting to let him go. I feel the warmth as he fills me with his seed, doing exactly as I begged and washing away everything that was there before him, cleansing me there. Cleansing my soul.
I collapse on his chest, hearing his heart thunder beneath my ear, and smile knowing I did that to him. That we did that together. I feel mine thrashing against his abs, and I know in that moment, it’s finally healed.
Chapter 16
Doc
“Told ya,” Astrid tells me, holding her phone in front of my face a few days later, while I stand at the kitchen counter, and I see the Google page she has pulled up. “Strip club.”
I take the phone from her hand and click on the link, and the site that comes up is that of a high-class strip club that requires a log-in to look past the pictures of the establishment.
“I looked up the address on the card Crystal gave me the other day, but we’ve been too… busy with other things every night, and I forgot to tell you until she reminded me today in class. She said their other girl quit last week; I guess she’s moving or something. And they’re looking to hire someone stat, because apparently they need full-faces of stage makeup and no one is really good at it themselves.”
The “busy” my woman is referring to is the fact that I’ve made love to her every night since the first time we did it. She’s insatiable, wonderous of all the new feelings her body is experiencing, and I’m only too happy to provide them.
“Have you talked to her about the job, as far as the pay and the hours?” I ask, knowing that if it’s a strip club, it would mean she would work at night. And I’m selfish of my time with her.
“Yes,” she replies. “I would work two hours a night before the club actually opens, and I would make forty dollars per face. There’s normally about ten girls who dance during the week and about twenty on the weekends. They’re going to try to find a second makeup artist so I wouldn’t have to work every night and we could alternate schedules.”
I’m still leery of the situation, how it came about. It just seems odd to me that she would have asked Astrid if she needed a job before she ever knew she was