FUCK A STRIPPER 🍆🍆🍆

Jade

The cab dropped me off outside a sleek apartment building downtown. My heart was already racing before I even knocked on Wayne’s door. I wore a short black coat over nothing but red lace lingerie and heels…exactly what I promised him.

He opened the door wearing only black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. No shirt. Abs tight, that V-line disappearing under the waistband. His eyes raked over me like he wanted to devour me right there in the hallway.

“Get in here,” he growled, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside.

The second the door shut, he pushed me against it. “You wore the lace like I asked?”

I smiled, playful. “Maybe. Why don’t you check?”

Wayne’s hands moved fast. He untied the belt and shoved the coat open. His breath caught when he saw the red lace barely covering my tits and the tiny matching thong.

“Fuck, Jade. You’re trying to kill me.”

He dropped to his knees, yanked my thong to the side, and buried his face between my legs without warning.

“Oh shit!” I gasped, grabbing his hair. His tongue was already licking long, hungry strokes up my pussy. “Wayne… right there… eat it just like that.”

He moaned against me, the vibration shooting straight to my clit. “You’re soaked already. Missed this pussy since yesterday.”

I spread my legs wider, one heel clicking on the floor. “Then stop talking and make me come. I’ve been thinking about your mouth all day.”

He sucked my clit hard, two thick fingers sliding deep inside me, curling instantly against that spot that made my knees weak. I cried out, hips grinding on his face.

“Yes! Finger me harder. You’re so fucking good at this.”

Wayne looked up at me, lips shiny with my juices. “You love getting your pussy eaten at the door like a hoe.”

I nodded fast, biting my lip. “I do. Especially when it’s you. Don’t stop… I’m close already.”

He pumped his fingers faster, tongue flicking my clit in quick circles. My thighs started shaking. I came hard, moaning loud, flooding his mouth while he kept licking through every pulse.

When I finally caught my breath, he stood up, kissed me deep so I could taste myself, then picked me up like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom.

He tossed me on the big king bed and yanked the sweatpants down. His cock sprang out, rock hard and leaking.

“Take the lingerie off,” he ordered. “I want you completely naked.”

I stripped fast, spreading my legs for him. “Come here and fuck me. I’ve been empty since you left the club yesterday.”

Wayne climbed on top, rubbing his thick cock up and down my slit. “You want it raw again?”

“Yes,” I moaned, reaching down to guide him. “I want to feel every inch. Stretch me.”

He pushed inside in one deep thrust. We both groaned loud.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, burying himself to the balls. “This pussy is addictive.”

I dug my nails into his back. “Then fuck it like you own it. Hard, Wayne. I can take it.”

He started pounding me, deep and rough, hips slapping against my ass. The bed creaked under us. Every thrust made my tits bounce.

“Like this?” he growled, slamming into me. “This what you needed?”

“Yes! Harder… fuck me deeper!” I cried out. “Your cock feels so good. Fill me up.”

He grabbed my legs, pushed them back toward my chest, and drove even deeper. The new angle made me scream.

“Right there! Don’t stop! You’re hitting my spot!”

Wayne leaned down, sucking hard on my nipple while he fucked me senseless. “These tits are mine tonight. This pussy is mine. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” I panted. “My pussy is yours. Take it.”

He flipped me over suddenly, pulling my hips up so I was on all fours. He slapped my ass hard, making me yelp, then slammed back inside.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Spank me again.”

He gave me another sharp smack, then reached around and rubbed my clit fast. “You’re dripping down my balls, baby. Such a messy little slut for me.”

“Only for you,” I gasped. “I’m gonna come again… make me come on your cock.”

Wayne fucked me faster, fingers working my clit perfectly. I exploded, screaming into the sheets, my pussy squeezing him tight.

He pulled out, breathing hard. “Not done with you yet. Get on top.”

I straddled him, sinking down on his cock slowly, savoring every inch. “Mmm… so deep like this.”

“Ride me,” he commanded, hands gripping my ass. “Show me how bad you want it.”

I started bouncing, rolling my hips, grinding on him every time I came down. My tits swayed in his face. He caught one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.

“Shit, Wayne… you feel huge like this.” I rode him faster, moaning with every slap of skin. “I love your cock. I love how you fuck me.”

He thrust up to meet me, gripping my hips tight. “That’s it, baby. Use my dick. Make yourself come again.”

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and rode him wild. Sweat slicked our bodies. The room filled with the sound of my moans and his groans.

“I’m close,” I whimpered. “Come inside me this time. I want to feel you explode.”

Wayne’s eyes darkened. He suddenly sat up, wrapped his arms around me, and started fucking me from below, brutal and fast.

“Oh my God!” I screamed, holding onto his shoulders. “Yes! Fuck me just like that!”

“Come with me,” he growled against my neck. “Now, Jade.”

I shattered around him, crying out as my orgasm hit. Wayne buried himself deep and came hard, groaning loud as he pumped me full. I felt every hot spurt, my pussy milking him dry.

We stayed like that, locked together, breathing hard. He kissed my neck, my jaw, then my lips…slower this time, almost tender.

“Stay the night,” he whispered against my mouth.

I pulled back a little, heart racing for a different reason now. “You sure? This was supposed to be just fun, remember? Rules…”

“Fuck the rules.” He rolled us so I was underneath him again, still inside me. “Club closes in a couple days. I don’t want this to end when it does.”

I traced my fingers over his chest, feeling him twitch inside me. “You’re dangerous, Wayne. I don’t get attached. I never do.”

“Neither do I,” he said, thrusting slowly again, making me gasp. “But look at us.”

He kissed me deep, moving inside me in lazy strokes. We fucked again slower, filthier, whispering dirty things to each other until we both came one more time.

Later, we lay tangled in his sheets, my head on his chest. His fingers stroked my back.

“Tomorrow’s your last full night at the club?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah.” I swallowed. “Final performances. Then it’s over.”

He tilted my chin up. “After that… you’re coming back here. No disappearing on me.”

I smiled, but something twisted in my chest. “We’ll see. Don’t make promises you can’t keep when the lights come on.”

Wayne’s grip tightened on my hip. “I’m not playing, Jade. This week changed shit. You changed shit.”

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. The club owner. I ignored it, but it buzzed again.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Probably just final schedule stuff.” I kissed his chest and climbed out of bed, feeling his cum slowly drip down my thigh. “I should head back soon. Early rehearsal tomorrow.”

He watched me dress, eyes hungry again. “One more round before you go?”

I laughed and bent over to pick up my coat, giving him the view. “If I let you fuck me again, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“That’s the plan,” he said with a wicked grin.

I crawled back onto the bed, kissed him hard, then pulled away at the last second. “Tomorrow night. After my final dance. You better be there.”

“I will.” He grabbed my ass one last time. “And Jade? When that song ends… I’m not letting you walk out those doors alone.”

I left his apartment with weak legs and a racing mind.