Chapter ９

Isn't it? She doesn't know what I do. All this money's source.

Arcadia's eyes widen as I inform her, “I own the strip club you used to work at.” “I own the club where we met in the taxi.”

“A strip club?” Asks Arcadia.

“Besides,” I say. “My dad was big in sex”

“If you owned the club,” she says, approaching. Why didn't I dance?

Arcadia softly pulls me back and I settle in the leather chair next to the video call display.

Arcadia cranks up her phone's music.

At 7:47 am, the sexiest lady I've ever encountered is giving me a lap dance.

Arcadia turns her back to me and removes my shirt, exposing her back.

Her toned behind jumps as she shifts weight.

She's not a stripper. Her tanned skin doesn't show neon evenings, and her face is fresh and honest. She doesn't appear like a product designed to seduce. She appears genuine, but not as innocent as the girl next door.

Arcadia glances at me through her hair while I sit nearby. Her hips sway in time with the music. She circles her neck and pulls back her hair.

She struts toward me, her feet turning; she leans forward, her ass at eye level. Her fingers caress her round cheeks as I lay my fingertips on her ass.

Her apple-shaped ass is velvety and blemish-free, with a mild firmness. I trace her ass with my fingers and caress her lower back dimples.

She spins on one heel while swaying her hips. My lips is dry with need as she feels my gaze. She moves his hands over her flat tummy to her tits. As I gently pinch her nipples, she smiles and begs to be licked.

Arcadia comes on top of me and puts her breasts to my lips. As I nibble, I can practically feel her salivating.

She rocks her hips and presses herself into my crotch as I run my tongue over her nipples and touch her nice tits. She presses my face into her cleavage and pulls on my earlobe. As my hands slid to her hips, my cock strained against my jeans.

Her pussy rubs my cock as she straddles me. Her hips move slowly to the soothing music, then fast and hard as her body's rhythm develops. Her pussy warms as it rubs against my erect cock.

As she looks into my eyes, Arcadia realizes something. I think something raw, untamed, and primeval fills her heart and head, tainting her ideas with sex.

Her fingers travel to my face, and she strokes my cheek as she descends down, her knuckles brushing against my chest muscles.

My cock pulsates as hot blood runs through it as I follow her hip motion. I lick a silky nipple while squeezing her breast. She gasps as my teeth graze on her, her fingers resting on my shoulders as her body grinds against mine.

She quickly rises and lowers herself onto my crotch, my cock stiffening as it nestles between her ass cheeks. Her ass rubs against me as her pussy wets. Her hands travel behind her back as she touches my inner thighs, inflaming my thick tip with need; she grips it with her fingers, feeling my cock's head grow.

With one hand still holding her breasts, I glide the other down her back arch. My breathing becomes frantic against her neck as I rub my cock against her ass crack and nestle my shaft between her cheeks.

My eyes ache for the pink meaty cleft between her thighs. I want to devour her, make her moan and scream. With one glance, she can read my face.

She leans towards me and kneels with one hand on my chest and abs. She inhales deeply as she sees my complete cock for the first time.

She grips my cock with both hands. She gently climbs my shaft, her eyes scanning my face for want.

Her tongue slides out of her wide lips and rests on the base of my cock, lubricating it. When she reaches the head, she spreads her mouth wide to relish my manhood and glans. Her lips keep moving over my cock, making it glide over her dancing tongue as it fills her mouth.

My cock nerve endings graze Arcadia's cheeks as I breath softly. This is awesome. She's pressing as hard as she can on my cock, yet she can still grab it with one hand. Her motions send a storm of feelings through my cock and body.

With only her lips, she's ready to make me come. My hands go for her head as I burst within her, but she has other intentions.

Her fingers tighten around my cock as she pulls her head back.

She commands, “Don't even think about it.” “Your cock is mine; come when I say.”

Despite her bossiness, I nearly grab her by the hair and shoot her in the face. Instead, I grit my teeth and tense my muscles, feeling my semen retreat. Let her lead. See what she's got.

“Good,” she murmurs, prodding my head. “Excellent... ?”

Her fingers press me into the leather sofa. She climbs on me fluidly and deliberately, like a tiger preparing to pounce. She rubs my cock's head against her pussy's wet outer lips while whispering in my ear.

With a thrust of my hips, I sheathed my cock deep into her, her warmth engulfing my pounding flesh. She groans as her pussy stretches to accept my thickness. My cock pounds her pussy as I tug her cheeks with my hands.

Fuck, I'm near again, my cum yearning for release. I don't care whether I come in her mouth or pussy, I just want to feel my sperm spilling out in a torrent. Once again, she feels my wants and pulls my hair, her voice against my ear leaving no room for disobedience.

Her hips established a gentler beat, allowing me to regain my breath and gather myself. “You want to cum, right?”