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“You're not my fucking sugar-daddy,” I say to him. It's so nice to finally get that out there and off my chest – now that I don't live under Sean’s roof or have to depend on Jack, I no longer have to respect any of them.
“Sweetie you really should be nicer to me. I've come to rescue you.”
I fold my arms in front of my chest and laugh. “I don't need your money. I have plenty of my own, thank you very much.”
He cocks his head to the side, his closely cropped brown hair staying perfectly in place. “I'm sure you make a few dollars here and there, getting groped by a bunch of fat, sweaty pervs.”
“Funnily enough, those fat sweaty pervs have a lot more class than you do, Jack.”
“You know what, I'm in a generous mood today, so I'm going to ignore that. If you apologize now we can forget this happened, I'll pay your tuition, and you'll never have to work a day until you graduate.”
“No thank you. I'd rather work here until I die,” I say with the utmost conviction. “So just go. I'm never taking anything from you.”
His smile fades. “Fine. Then I'm ready for my dance.”
Dance? He's really lost his mind now if he thinks I'm going to dance for him. My eyes narrow and I say, “like hell you're getting any dance from me.”
“I paid for it, so I'm getting it,” he tells me darkly.
I shake my head, refusing him. “No big deal, I'll just tell them to refund you,” I say before I turn away. This is only going to cause trouble with Jaurez, but there's no way I'm going through with it.
“Well your mother and father are going to be awfully disappointed when they finds out what you're doing.”
I pause before I get a chance to exit the room. Shit! He wouldn't? Would he? No, he totally would. This is Jack, after all, and I just dug myself into a hole.
“Your parents, and all of your relatives and friends back home, of course. And let's just hope your school doesn't take away your scholarship when they find out what you really do.”
I slowly turn to face him – even his smug face makes me absolutely hot with anger. And worst of all, I don't even care about those other things – I could deal with my friends knowing, I somehow could manage without scholarship, I couldn’t care less about Sean, but my mother knowing? It would absolutely kill her.
“Ah so it looks like you do need me for something after all.”
“What is it that you want, Jack.”
He chuckles, smile lines encasing his mouth. “I told you what I want. It's simple. I want my private dance that I paid for,” he retorts.
“Are you out of your mind? I'm your best friend’s daughter, you financed me for years.” I remind him.
He raises a thick eyebrow at me. “Oh so now I’m your sugardaddy again? Because a few seconds ago I seem to remember you telling me I wasn't your sugardaddy. Did you not?”
I seethe and want to slap the satisfied smirk on his rugged face. Jack was way too smart and quick for anyone's good.
“You can't do this. It's sick!”
“I agree. The fact that you take your clothes off for money is sick, and I offered you a way out and you refused it.”
“Quit the games! You know what I mean. It's sick that you want me to dance for you!”
He leans forward, voice low and growling. “You're damn straight I want you to dance. You're going to dance for me, Jeanette. And you're going to strip for me, until you're naked. Then you're going to grind on me. And you're going to make it hot and sexy. Because if I don't leave here hard as a rock, all bets are off.”
My mouth opens wide, I want to cry and I want to die all at the same time. How can anyone be this sadistic and sick? What did I do to deserve someone like this in my life?
He leans back casually against the black leather. “Don't blame me for your poor decisions. Remember, you chose this, more than once,” he says and I feel the pangs of guilt wash over me. He wasn't entirely wrong, after all. “Now I highly suggest you get started.”
His eyes are dark and intense, like a predator that only has eyes for me. I drop my head in shame upon the realization of what is about to happen – he's given me no choice.
Just get it over and done with, then he'll be gone, I tell myself. I bring my head up, meeting his lustful dark eyes again, and I begin to dance.
CHAPTER 3
His eyes follow my hips as they sway sensually, back and forth to the music. He watches my hands carefully, licking his lips as my hands travel over my neck, down my breasts and over my taut stomach, and into my crotch. I touch myself as I round my hips backwards in a rhythmic motion.
Make it hot and sexy.
It feels dirty and taboo and for unexplainable reasons, my body is reacting to the dark thoughts of it all. I try to hide the fact that I’m a bit turn on by his wishes and need for me. Full lips parted, I roll my head back as my hands graze over my thighs, opening my legs and swerving my hips downwards. As I come back up I grip the hem of my sheer dress, rolling my body as I pull it up over my head, teasingly throwing it on the ground beside me.
His hand slides into his lap and I turn away from him. Evading his eyes and hiding my pleasure of it all from him.
I arch my back and grab my ass. I begin to move my hips in a circular motion, listening to his needy groans as he takes in the curve of my ass.
“Why don't you come over here and do that?” He asks.
I stop and let out a low moan, mentally preparing myself for how wet I’ll be giving my step dad’s best friend a lap dance.
My face is concealing nothing, my need for him evident. I try to fight the need, I shouldn’t want Jack. This is wrong. I turn towards him and look him in the eye with sensuality – even he seems surprised. In my bra and underwear I saunter over to him. Dangerously close to him now, I straddle his legs and begin to twist my hips in his direction. His hand travels up over my leg and he grabs my thigh – I cringe pretending not to be getting wet by his touch on my naked skin. I know he can see straight through my act, he knows I want him and he looks all too satisfied at that.
He puts his other hand on my other leg, stroking it's length with his fingertips.
“Do you not like it when I touch you?” he asks playfully, already sensing the answer to that.
“Customers aren't supposed to touch,” I say huskily with weak resistance, still trying to mask my pleasure.
He laughs and says, “Honey, when you pay double, you can do anything you want in this joint.”
Luckily, he wasn't wrong because I need a reason to have his hands on me. With a tug he brings me down into his lap and holds me there tight. He shifts his hips against me with a smirk, taking pleasure in my disgrace. I can feel his cock getting hard against me through his slacks.
“You're halfway there already,” he tells me. Oh how I would love to kiss this wickedly handsome man full on, but I can’t, I shouldn’t, it’s wrong. Isn’t it?
He traces his finger up my stomach and to my bra. “Maybe you'll get me all the way there if you remove this,” he says, snapping the front of my bra.
With a pretend huff I reach behind me.
“No,” he stops me, “make it sexy.”
One day, I swear, I will fuck this man’s brain out.
I grind my hips against him slowly. His lip gets lost between his teeth and I feel him twitch beneath me almost instantly. As sick and twisted as it is, it means that ‘one day’ could be tonight.
CHAPTER 4
I unhook my bra and remove it completely, baring my breasts to him. His eyes wander down to them just as I feel my nipples harden from the need to have him clamp his mouth around them. He grabs my ass hard with both of his hands, pushing my hips even tighter against him. Please, God don’t let him see how much I want this!
“Grind, more,” he commands me, squeezing and groping my ass even tighter. “I want to feel you.”
I roll my body, bucking my hips against him like I'm riding him. He looks positively hungry as his eyes devour every curve of my physi
que. I run my hands down over the soft skin of my breasts, giving them a good squeeze and feeling my erect nipples rough between my fingers. His cock fidgets again beneath me.
“You're hard. Mission accomplished.” I say, hoping his need for me will not let me go.
“I'm half hard, honey. That's not good enough,” he responds. His eyes drop back down to my chest. “Your tits are nice, but you know what I like,” he says as he gropes my ass with his hands.
All I want is his rough hands inside my cunt. I climb off of his lap and turn around. I lean my back against his body, snaking myself between his legs seductively. When I come back I straddle one of his legs and begin to round my hips towards him with my thumbs hooked inside my thong. I slowly lower them down my hip and over the curve of my ass as I continue to move my hips in a circular motion, praying this is enough tease to have him to the point he can’t resist the need to fuck me. I lean all the way forward, tantalizing him as I slide my panties down my legs, and finish it by kicking them off over my heels.
I feel his finger graze over my cheek before he cups it in his hand, moaning and feeling me. His hands travel up to my waist, and then back on my hips where he proceeds to pull me into his lap again. Wearing nothing but my thigh highs, I roll my body against his, feeling his palms travel up me until he finds my breasts. He cups them both with his strong hands and pulls me back even tighter against him. He gropes me as I grind against his erection, feeling his hot breath on my neck and his muscled chest against me.
His hands are strong and dominant against me, feeling and groping me, tweaking my nipples between his fingers. I don't understand why but his touch makes me feel strange things. I hate this man – he's dangerous, sadistic and cruel, yet he knows how to work a woman's body right. And I hate myself for letting him turn me on.
He wraps one arm around me, holding me in place, as his other hand drops between my legs. I jump at sensation of feeling him against my most private place. He plants his mouth in the crook of my neck as his fingers slip between my folds. My chest heaves as he begins to stroke me.
“Don't move,” he says to me.
“Oh Jack,” I fidget against him but he just holds me tighter. He strokes me harder and drags his hot, wet tongue over my neck.
“Yes,” he breathes against me, nipping at my skin and suckling it into his mouth. My back arches against him as he continues to make me wet with nothing more than his fingers.
“Mmm, you feel amazing,” he says as he nips at my skin. His hand reaches lower between my thighs, feeling my wetness and I cringe. “Don't be ashamed, it's supposed to feel good,” he says – his finger sliding inside me feels a hell of a lot better than just “good”, but I still hate myself for it.
I melt against him as he fucks me with his fingers. With his fingers on my chin he tilts my head backwards until his lips find mine. He prompts me to open with his tongue – my mouth accepts it gladly, suckling it.
He pulls out of me, leaving me breathless and ashamed in his arms.
“You got what you wanted,” I say weakly, “can I go now please?”
His lips land on my shoulder and his hands travel over my sides. “I want so much more of you,” he says.
I tear my body away from him and throw my arms over my private parts. Looking back at his face reminds me of just how much I hate him with a passion.
“You said we had a deal!” I shout.
“Looks like those terms just changed.”
My face twists and I want to scream. “You can't just change it now!”
He chuckles and says, “let's not pretend like we didn't both just enjoy that.” I glance away from him. “Don't worry, I won't tell a soul. I promise.”
I look back at him with narrow, distrusting eyes. Why did I let my guard down around this son of a bitch?
“Now come sit on my face,” he says.
“I...what?”
He pulls me back to the couch by the wrist, prompting me to straddle him again.
“Bring your hips up here,” he instructs me as he lays down across the couch. “I want to taste you.”
My mind begins to race. Don't let him do this again! Don't fall for it! He already has me positioned over him and brings me down on to his mouth. Before I can object his hot breath on my nether regions is enough to seduce me. He grips my hips and wriggles his tongue into my folds, driving me wild.
A moan escapes my lips as he circles his tongue around my entrance. Just fucking do it already, I think. He slithers into me, teasingly slow. I arch my back as his tongue fills me, licking in and out of me. My fingers tangle into his hair as I begin to pant – for such an evil bastard he sure knew how to please a woman right. He holds me in place as I lean back, letting his tongue slide into me until he brings me to my climax.
“Yum,” he says as he moves me to his waist. I, personally, am left speechless.
“Now turn around and grip the armrest,” he tells me.
I know I should refuse – hell, I know I should at least fight. But for some reason I do as he says. Facing away from him now, my hands are firmly on the armrest and I glance back to see him unbuckle his belt. Why am I letting this happen? Why do I want him so bad?
“Turn around, sweetheart,” he tells me, and I hang my head low in shame. This is the kind of dirty sex I'll never scrub off.
I feel his hand hot on the back of my thigh as he drags his tongue down it, finding the edge of my thigh high – he takes it between his teeth, pulling it off of my leg, and does the same with the other.
He positions himself behind me and drapes his body over mine. “Are you ready to take all of me, baby?” he says into my ear.
“Yes, yes, yes.” I moan.
He parts my legs wider around him – I can feel his entire length slide between my cheeks, teasing both of my holes – I shiver. I squeeze the leather of the sofa tight in my palms – I still try to conceal how much I want him, but right now, I'm dying to be fucked by him.
“Don't worry, you'll enjoy this most of all.”
I brace my body, feeling the head of his cock at my hole. He pushes into me, slowly at first, and I stretch around him as he fills me to brim. I haven't been fucked in so long – clearly much too long if I'm enjoying getting it on with my stepfather’s best friend. His hands come up to grip my breasts as he works his way even deeper inside me, my body reacting to him finding my sweet spot. He starts to thrust into me and I move my hips against his in a similar rhythm.
He whispers into my ear, “this is about to get very, very rough.”
I moan against him as he fucks me hard, moving with him in a fast and strong stride that I can barely keep up with. He reaches for my hair, pulling my head back towards him as he continues thrusting into me roughly. I lose my balance on the edge of the sofa and fall over onto my chest. He takes full advantage of it, snaking his hand around my mouth and muffling my groans as he fucks me into the couch. I feel his orgasm and he comes inside of me. And that's exactly when I snap out of it.
Shit he just came inside me! What the hell are you thinking, Jeanette?
CHAPTER 5
I buck him off of me and scramble off the couch, only to hit the floor beside the coach.
He looks at me and says, “Where are you going, sweet pea? You can't just fuck and run like that!”
I turn to him and yell, “Are you fucking crazy you just came inside me!”
Fuck. What if I get...no no, don't think of that!
He slides off of the couch and on to me, placing his knees on either side of my hips and pinning me in place. His hand snakes down over my neck, caressing my cheek and hair.
“That's not the way I usually fuck, but with you, baby? I want to feel all of you.”
I slap his hand away. “Just get the hell off me!”
“Relax,” he says as he lowers down towards me, pressing a kiss on my cheek. I try to push the heat of his body away from me, but he strokes my hair and drags his tongue over my neck and I fall under his spell again.
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sp; He pulls his shirt off over his head, throwing it behind us. His toned body is marvelous and feels amazing against my skin.
His hands come down to my waist, clutching me tightly. “Don't worry, I won't do it again,” he says as he twists my body, prompting me to roll over underneath him.
He takes both of my wrists in his hand, holding them firmly in place above my head. His hard cock grinds against my ass as his lips assault the back of my neck.
“Just relax and you'll enjoy this,” he tells me.
My chest heaves against the carpeted ground, feeling the weight of his body on my back. He keeps me pinned in place and I hear him spit – his hand travels down to my ass. He squeezes my cheek hard before spreading me open. His finger finds my rosebud and circles it's perimeter before plunging inside.
Every muscle in my body contracts at this awkward and unexpected feeling. “Calm down baby,” he whispers into my ear, “and this will feel a lot better.”
My moans are muffled by the carpet and he continues to slide his finger into me. I catch my breath and attempt to relax my muscles, allowing my body to accept the foreign finger. He slips another finger inside of me and I moan as he slides them in and out, fucking my tightest hole with his hand.
He pulls his fingers out of me and spreads his body out on top of mine. Something hard and wet touches the inside of my cheeks – it's his cock, and he's ready to plunge it inside of me.
“Relax, Jeanette, and I’ll make this real good for you,” he breathes into my ear.
Before I can reply I feel his head force it's way past my sphincter. I lift my head and cry out – I've never been fucked in my ass before and it's awfully uncomfortable, especially with someone his size! He shushes me, still holding me down with his hands and body. I pant as he inches himself inside of me, feeling my ass widen and stretch to new limits around his thick girth.
His hips touch my skin and I know he's all the way in now – how he fit it all inside me I don't understand. He brings his upper body down completely against mine and wraps his other hand tightly around my mouth again, muffling any sounds I can make.