Crush Daddy Dancer Novels & Stories

“And now, gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for. Performing her last dance for a while, the dazzling blonde queen of the pole, the sexiest being since the dawn of creation, the electrifying and hypnotic American siren; Miss Cherry.” One final time, Marcus announced me to my audience and just like always, it got me so excited. The DJ was playing my latest track and it was titled “Fire Cracker” because that was one of the many things I saw myself as. Tonight was my final performance in a while so like a firecracker, I intended to go out with a bang.

My belly is rounded now, full with the twins. Every so often one of them kicks. It's either a soft kick or a stronger roll that still steals my breath. Caspian’s palm settles over the curve as the last of my dress falls away. Zavian’s fingers trace the stretch of skin at my hip with careful reverence. “You’re so beautiful like this,” Caspian murmurs. Zavian kisses the side of my neck. “So beautiful.”

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

The sting only made me fuck her harder. Sweat poured down both our bodies. Her pussy was creaming so much it was dripping onto the floor. I held her up with pure strength, hips pistoning relentlessly while my hand stayed wrapped around her throat. I squeezed tighter, watching her eyes roll back in ecstasy and pain. “You’re mine,” I snarled, biting down on her neck. “This pussy belongs to me. Say it.” “It’s yours— fuck— this pussy is all yours, Daddy!” she cried, voice hoarse and desperate.

she said, “everything will work out.” My pulse raced. “Thank you,” I breathed. “You have no idea how much this means to me.” Inside, something dangerous stirred. Odell Johnson, the king of campus and my childhood crush. And now… I was about to walk straight into his world. ……….. I finally settled into the room after everything quieted down.

Lenora My dance partner and I kept dancing and swaying to the pop music that made everyone in the club run wild with excitement. The guy was dry-humping me, and I feared that at this point, he might spill his jizz on me. I had a feeling this guy would do anything to get into my pants, so I held back the urge to push him off me and kept moving around as much as possible. My feet hurt from dancing all night and the bass of the music pounded through the soles of my heels. It was a miracle how I could still dance at all. But here we were dancing like there was no tomorrow.

Narrating everything that happened at the club, his house and the restaurant leaving put her problems with the loan sharks. “ Wait who exactly is this man?” Kayla asked when Sophie get to the deal about the sugar daddy and all. “His name is Chris” Sophie answered pouring herself a glass of water. “ Chris Morgan?!!” Kayla screamed, she stood up and paced around the room not believing her ears. She couldn't believe her friend had just gotten involved with one of the richest men in the city.

They are laughing so much that Sebastian won't be surprised if they are louder than the music itself. Sebastian wanted to be a dancer when he was a freshman in high school. He even joined a dancing school but his father didn't like the idea of him devoting his time to something that won't help him in the future to secure an established career. His dream of being a dancer remained unfulfilled. He had enough confidence to think he could be a great dancer with a bit of polishing. It was always a regret. But right now he feels like a real dancer because Killian's moves are terrible.

“Me too! But don’t be loud, Red might hear us. He’ll scold me. You know I’m trying to stay a virgin. Amen.” Grey chuckled. “Good son.” Blue adjusted in his seat. “Good son your face. My ass is heating up.” Katleya sat on a black chair. Even while sitting, she had no belly fat. “Sh*t!” Blue groaned, biting his lip and trying to restrain himself. His erection was already painfully hard. “I’m about to c*m, Blue!” Grey said with desperation. Blue turned to him and gave a weird look. “Weaksh*t.” The music started, and Katleya’s supporters screamed. She danced to Jason Derulo’s Swalla. The crowd stood and danced along.

A dance won't hurt right. I nodded. He grabbed my hand and we started dance. It was a music where people have to grind on each other. I danced like i've never danced before. I felt someone's eyes burning holes into my soul, but I ignored it and continue to dance with the guy. That night I broke my promises to never drink alcohol. But I drank like I never drank before. I don't know how we manage to come home save. But thank God we did. ___________ Hope you liked it!! Love. A