His Stripper by Darcy Rose, Isabella Starling
Myles
I’ve been lying in my bed for over an hour, and I’m still wide awake. Ace had me handle some things for him that needed to be dealt with right away. The good news is, I had the chance to let some of my pent-up aggression out. The bad news, my knuckles fucking hurt now.
Even with me being spent, I can’t seem to get a lick of sleep.
Knowing that Hazel is lying in bed behind that wall won’t let me find rest. I wonder what she is wearing. Maybe she sleeps naked. My cock stirs at the thought. Yes, she is probably naked, the blanket loosely covering half of her body, her full tits playing peekaboo.
I could go over there now, maybe just sneak a peek inside. Just one look. Before I know it, my dick is so hard, my blanket is throwing a two-person tent, and I find my hand wrapping around my length, desperate to release my aching balls.
My eyes fly back open when I hear the knock on my door. It’s so soft, I think I might have imagined it, but then the door creaks open, and the soft light from the hallway filters in. Hazel’s outline comes into view, and the light in the back makes it look like she is glowing like the fucking angel she is.
“Everything okay?” I ask, my voice coming out rougher than I expected. I clear my throat and sit up a little. Remembering what she did the last time she snuck in here has my cock growing even harder.
“Ah…I…” She stumbles over the words. “I-I don’t know why I came over here. I… can’t sleep. I’m sorry. This is stupid. I’m going back to my room.”
“No, stay,” I almost yell at her, then offer softly, “I can’t sleep either. Want to lie down with me? We could talk.” I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. Talk? I want to fuck her six ways to Sunday.
She stands in the doorway for another minute before getting the courage to step into the room and close the door behind her. The only light comes from the soft glow through the window from the moon and the stars, but it’s enough to help her find her way around the room.
“Are you sure that’s okay? I can go back to my bed.”
“No, I want you here,” I admit.
“Okay,” she whispers and crawls into bed next to me.
I lift the blanket for her, and she slips right beneath it. She leaves some space between us, but I can still feel her body heat. We turn onto our sides to face each other. I’m naked except for a pair of boxers, and knowing that not much separates us has every one of my nerve endings tingling.
“Where did you go?” she asks like she is genuinely curious.
“Just had to do something for my brother.”
Trying to keep her from asking another question, I reach for her slowly, cradling her face in my palm. I’m glad for the dim light, so she can’t see my fucked-up knuckles right now.
Would she let me touch her if she knew I killed someone with these hands mere hours ago?
She leans into my touch, rubbing her face onto my hand like a kitten, and that’s when my restraint breaks. I release her face and grab her hips with both of my hands to pull her closer. She gasps quietly but doesn’t push me away.
Pulling her into my chest, I wrap my arms around her and tuck her close, letting her feel how hard I am for her. She is stiff at first but relaxes into my hold after just a short moment.
“I want to fuck you,” I tell her as if she doesn’t already know.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispers back, making my cock jump to attention.
She doesn’t say a word to mention that she’s a virgin, and for a moment, it makes me doubt my judgment. Maybe she isn’t after all… But the thought of some other man being inside her makes me crazy with jealousy, and I have to fight to swallow back some demanding questions on the tip of my tongue.
I’ll scare her off by acting this possessive. And that’s the last thing I want.
I flatten her body beneath mine, holding myself up and admiring her pale skin and the way her body arches to be closer to mine. My mouth waters. I want this, need her beneath me, need my cock pushing inside her, claiming her, marking her as my woman.
“Spread your legs,” I mutter. “I want to look at you.”
Tentatively, she pulls her legs up. Her T-shirt rides up, exposing a pair of lacy panties. With a single rip, I get them off her, making her gawk at me in disbelief.
“Hey!” she calls out, giggling. “I need those.”
“Not around me, you don’t,” I growl in return. “In fact, I might forbid you from wearing them around me altogether. I prefer you like this. Bare. Naked for me.”
I pull her shirt off her body next, exposing her to me in all her glory. She shivers beneath me in the cool night air, and I lower my body against hers. Our skin touches, and the electrifying sparks in every inch of my body remind me of just how excited her closeness makes me.
“Touch me.” Hazel breathes heavily, and at that moment, I decide to stop resisting and just give in to my cock that’s already dictating things around here. With a groan, I pull her arms up above her head, pinning her under me. I lower my nose to her neck, inhaling her tempting scent and filling my nose with her sweetness.
“You smell so fucking good,” I mutter into her dark hair. “Good enough to eat.”
“Please, Myles.” She bites her bottom lip, a sight for sore fucking eyes. “Fuck me.”
I pull my boxers down, exposing my thick cock. Her eyes widen at the sight of me, but she doesn’t say a word. Perhaps, she’s too scared to mention my size. I can tell she’s worried about me fitting inside her, but she shouldn’t be. I’ll stretch her out just for me and make sure her sweet little holes fit my dick perfectly.
“You scared?” I mutter, my eyes going to hers and searching them for an answer. “Or excited?”
“Excited,” she whispers in response. “Please, Myles, I want it.”
Her cute begging does things to me. My cock grows, tightening, veins throbbing along my shaft as I thrust my hips against her. My cock rests against her belly, showing her exactly how deep inside her I’m going to go.
And then, without warning, I thrust again, this time filling her to the brim instantly. She screams out loud, confirming my initial thoughts about her, and I curse. When I pull out, my dick is coated in blood, and Hazel is shivering.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask. “Why didn’t you say you were a virgin?”
She flushes deeply, avoiding my gaze. “I was ashamed.”
“Never be ashamed around me,” I tell her. “Never.”
I wipe my cock on the sheets, but a look into Hazel’s hopeful eyes tells me she wants more as much as I do, and her next words only serve to confirm it.
“Please, Myles. Don’t let this be it. I want so much more.”
My cock throbs again, and I shake my head with a smirk. “It’s not over until I fill you, Hazel.”
I pull her on top of me as I lean against the headboard of the bed. She straddles me, her full tits so fucking tempting in my face I can’t resist the urge to suck a nipple into my mouth and gently bite down. She moans at the sensation, throwing her head back. Her scent is fucking intoxicating, and I can’t get enough.
“Ride me,” I order her, and she pales before flushing a deep shade of red.
“I don’t know how.”
“I’ll teach you.” I grab her ass and lift her up, making her giggle. “Here, feel my cock. Where do you want it?”
“In… In my pussy,” she breathes out the words. “Fuck my pussy, Myles.”
“Put it in.” My voice has gone deeper, more growly, and I’m barely able to hold back as she positions my cockhead at her soaked entrance. “That’s right. Deeper. Put it inside you. Ride me.”
With a gasp, she allows my dick to disappear between her folds, and I groan as her tight little snatch adjusts to my length and girth.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I mutter, still holding on to her ass and moving her in a rhythm that makes me get closer and closer to an inevitable release. “Just like that. Bounce your ass on my cock. Show me how good you can be, show me how well you can ride my dick.”
She moans, picking up speed and growing braver and braver as she begins slamming her hips against mine, riding me like she’s a goddamn natural.
“Myles,” she breathes in pure desperation. “Fuck me, Myles, harder!”
With a grunt, I throw her around until I have her on her knees. I stand behind her. “I’m not going to go easy on you, Hazel. I know it’s your first time, but I can’t go fucking easy on you.”
“Don’t,” she breathes. “Please don’t, Myles. I want it to be rough…”
I don’t need any other encouragement, and I grab her by the throat, making her look back at me over her shoulder as I plunge my cock back inside her. I start fucking her without mercy, without holding back. I’m done being the nice guy with her. I’m going to unleash my beast on this girl after she begged so well.
“Fuck,” I grunt, slamming my cock into her time and time again. “You feel so damn good, Hazel. So fucking tight. So fucking perfect and so damn pretty.”
I push my thumb into her mouth, and she sucks greedily, her eyes going back to mine and begging for more. Spit dribbles down her chin, waking up an animalistic side to me and making me pump inside her harder and harder.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I grunt into her ear, tugging on her hair, hard. “Fucking tight as hell, Hazel. I want to come inside you.”
“Do it,” she whimpers.
“No.” I tug on her hair again. “Not until you come. I want my fucking cock soaked with your orgasm.”
“I don’t know h-how,” she whispers. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You will,” I grunt. “You will come for me, just for me, to please me.”
I start thrusting harder, and my fingers join in, rubbing her tiny clit closer and closer to an orgasm. I can tell she’s getting there, but every time the release is at the touch of her fingertips, I pull back, not letting her have what she craves so badly.
“Please,” she finally whispers. “Fucking please, let me have it, Myles! Let me come.”
“Fucking do it,” I order her. “Soak my dick.”
My fingers thrum her bundle of nerves more and more until she comes apart. Her orgasm rips through her body, and she screams my name in tune with her release. That tight little pussy milks me for all I’m worth, getting out drop after drop of my seed until she’s filled to the brim.
I don’t stop until my cock softens. When I pull out, cum drips out of her tight little hole, and I smirk to myself, knowing she’s never going to forget this.
But my eyes quickly grow darker as I realize my cock is covered in blood.
“Fuck, Hazel, you’re bleeding.” I get up while she lays on the bed, wetting a warm towel in my bathroom and gently cleaning her up when I get back. She moans at the feeling of the warm cloth against her skin. “You okay? That was a lot of blood.”
“It’s okay.” She manages a shaky smile. “It doesn’t hurt. I’m fine, really.”
“Okay, if you’re sure,” I mutter. “But tell me if something feels wrong, all right?”
“I will.” She yawns, stretching in my bed. I get in next to her and pull her sweet tiny body against mine. “I’m sleepy now. Can I sleep in your bed?”
“You have to,” I murmur. “I’m not letting you go.”
A smile plays on her lips, and I have the crazy urge to kiss her, which is odd since I don’t kiss. She turns onto her side, and I pull her against me. Her tight ass wiggles against my crotch, stirring my cock again, but I force myself to stop thinking about burying it in her holes. We need to sleep. It’s late as fuck, and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.
“Sleep,” I whisper in her ear. “And just wait until tomorrow…”