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Touch yourself

Author: EliJa
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-14 15:57:19

Chole

One word.

Big.

Damn, he was big. Trust me, I knew.

Rather, I felt it—the hard, solid evidence beneath me, pressing against my thigh. Something hard, something big. It made my heart race, and I wanted so badly to remove the stupid clothes separating us.

Forget it, this man beneath me was perfect.

A stripper who’s big? That’s an extra bonus.

The heat coursing through my body took over everything else—name it: common sense, decency, shame. They were all gone, thrown into the trash. I didn't even want to waste another second on small talk. I wanted to stop this back-and-forth and head straight to a bedroom, somewhere private where I could have my way with him.

How good would it be if he was half-naked, entertaining me, moving for me. My pulse quickened at the thought. My body was already aching for more.

I looked down at him. He had to be feeling the same thing I was, right? I mean, that evidence poking me was clear. Even though his expression was cold, like he wanted noth
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  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    If you stay, you’ll touch

    Chloe Did I say something wrong? I paced slowly by the door, biting my bottom lip. Maybe I was too much. Maybe I should’ve watched the way I spoke. I got too excited and comfortable. Chloe, what were you thinking? Ever since he walked into the bathroom, I hadn’t been able to sit still. I finished my breakfast too fast, cleaned the dishes even faster, and now I was just waiting anxiously. I closed my eyes and whispered to myself, Get it together. He’s just a man. Don’t let him affect you like this. The room door creaked open. I flinched, ready to turn around and head back to my seat, but he caught my hand. "Chloe?" he said. I froze, then slowly turned to face him. He stepped out, looking as effortlessly gorgeous as ever. His shirt had changed, and his hair was damp, a towel lazily ruffling it. Some strands stuck to his forehead. Ah, still looking handsome. He blinked when he saw me standing frozen by the hallway. “Why are you standing there? Is something wrong?” He asked.

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    Was I just overthinking it?

    Alexander “Me or the food?” Chloe froze at the doorway. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks already tinged with red, that action I was starting to find addicting. She tried to gather herself, but her voice still cracked as she answered. “W-What kind of question is that?” I chuckled low, stirring the pan one last time and flipping the eggs. “A fair one,” I said. “You were staring for a long time. I was starting to get curious what exactly you were looking at so lustfully.” “I—I wasn’t staring!” she blurted, stepping fully into the kitchen, arms flailing slightly in defense. “I was just observing,” she mumbled. I turned. “Oh? My mistake then. Should I pose next time you want to observe me? Or would that be too distracting for you?” Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Her blush deepened. And right then, I knew I had won that little exchange. Teasing wasn’t something I did often. I didn’t find the world entertaining enough to joke with. But with her, every little reaction

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    What are you hungry for, Chloe?

    Chloe The morning sun touched my face, its warmth nudging me out of sleep. I groaned softly and stirred, stretching lazily, but instantly winced as a sharp ache shot through my body. “Ow…” I hissed and froze, eyes flying open. Everything ached. My legs, my thighs, my hips, even muscles I didn’t know existed. It felt like I’d run a marathon for five hours without stopping. Right. Last night. I closed my eyes again and sighed. That’s what I get for having sex with a man who’s really good at it. Heat rushed to my face, chasing away the last traces of sleep. I covered my face with both hands, but it was useless. The memories kept looping in my head like a movie stuck on repeat. Dinner beneath the stars. The amusement park. The teddy bear. His voice when he called me my woman. Our conversation. And then, after…. My heart skipped. We made love. And this time, it was different. This time, it wasn’t about trying to forget someone. It wasn’t about anger, or feeling lost. Last night,

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    Look at me, princess

    Chloe Alexander’s pants dropped to the floor, followed by his boxers. I froze. Every time I saw him like this, I somehow forgot just how big he was. And every single time, he reminded me. My eyes trailed down at his hard length. And my breath hitched. God, he looked like he had stepped straight out of the kind of books I used to secretly read in the middle of the night, those ones with the brooding, possessive lovers who ruined women for anyone else. Back then, I thought those authors were exaggerating when they described how big their main leads were. But maybe they weren’t after all. Because Alexander was huge. And right now, his arousal was pressing against my inner thigh like it couldn't wait to be inside me. He moved closer, bending over me, his body casting a shadow over mine. He held my chin between his fingers, and leaned in until our faces were just inches apart. “You can still change your mind, Chloe.” His voice was rough when he spoke. “If it’s too much, you can rest

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    Let’s see how you take my cock

    Chloe It was warm, the kind of warmth that made you feel safe, like nothing in the world could hurt you. A feeling I hadn’t known in years. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft light. I wasn’t at home. The air smelled faintly of cedar. My gaze lifted to see Alexander. He was leaning over me, his expression unreadable as he gently pulled the blanket higher over my shoulder. I reached for his hand without thinking, my fingers curling around his. His green eyes flicked down to where our fingers met, then up to mine. His brow rose, just a little. “Did I wake you? You should go back to slee—” “Stay,” I whispered, tugging him down. He paused, caught off guard, our faces now only inches apart. He stared down at me. My own chest rose and fell in short, shallow breaths. The air between us felt charged. “You’re tired,” he said, voice low, and strained. I shook my head slowly. “I’m not tired. I want you.” His jaw flexed, and I watched as he clenched his fist at his side l

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    I am happy

    Alexander She walked beside me quietly, her steps slow. The cotton candy in her hand was shrinking bite by bite, though she barely seemed aware of what she was eating. Her eyes were lowered, her lips lightly pressed together. Something was bothering her. And for the life of me, I hated not knowing what it was. She was just about to step forward again when her foot caught on the edge of a stone. I didn’t even think, my hand reached out instinctively, catching her waist before she hit the ground. Her eyes met mine, wide and startled. "Are you okay?" I asked, brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear. She smiled and nodded. “Yas, thank you.” She moved to turn away, but I didn’t let go of her hand. I held it, bringing her back toward me. Our space narrowed. I leaned down to look at her. Her cheeks flushed. “What’s wrong?” I asked, folding my arms. “You’ve been quiet for a while now.” She blinked. “W-what do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.” “Did I offend you?” I added, archi

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