His Stripper by Darcy Rose, Isabella Starling
Myles
Iwake up the same way I went to sleep with Hazel’s small body nestled in my arms. Her soft, warm breath fans out against my skin, the sound of her even breathing reaching my ear, and her flowery-fresh scent fills my nose.
I could get used to this.
While I hold her and enjoy the moment, I let everything she told me yesterday about her past run through my mind. I’ve never been an empathizer, never cared about many people and their feelings. I’m good at shutting off my feelings if I have to, but something about her has me opening up and feeling for her to the point of no return.
My heart breaks for her. My chest aches at the thought of her being alone for so long. I wish she would have hit my car months ago. I wish I would have been there every time she felt lonely and unloved. I wish I could have protected her from everything she has been through.
Hazel stirs in my arms, reminding me of my hard cock pressed against her ass. Not sure if it ever went down, but I’m pretty sure I’ll have the worst case of blue balls to deal with today. To make matters worse, a soft moan falls from her lips.
Groaning, I try to readjust without waking her up but end up doing just that.
“Hi,” she says sleepily as she turns around in my hold to face me. Her eyes are only half open, and her cheek is red from where she was lying on my arm.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Better than ever.” She smiles. “I am sorry, though.”
“For what?”
“That I didn’t take care of your raging hard-on last night,” she says, and I almost choke on my own spit. “It seems like it didn’t go down at all. That must have been uncomfortable to sleep with.”
“Ah…” That’s all I manage to get out because shit, I’m speechless. What am I going to tell her? Of course, I want her, but after I lost control the other night, I wasn’t going to ask her for anything.
“I want to make you feel good,” she admits shyly. “But I don’t want you to think I’m doing this because I feel like I owe you something. I mean, I do owe you a lot, but that’s not why I want this. I just want you because… of you.”
All I can do is nod; my voice still hasn’t returned to me. I know what she’s saying. I understand better than I can explain in words. I know why she wants this, and it’s for the same reason I want this. She can feel it too, this thing between us. I don’t know how to describe what’s happening. I just know it’s there. It’s all-consuming, and I’m pretty fucking sure it’s forever.
“So, are you going to fuck me or not?”
“I think your pussy still needs another day of rest, but of course, there is another tight hole of yours I could use.”
Her eyes gleam with shock and, if I’m not mistaken, a smidge of excitement. “You mean… my ass?” She whispers the last two words, almost like it’s a secret.
“Yes, I want to fuck your ass.”
“I don’t know.” She looks uncertain, and I don’t blame her one bit.
“I’ll make it good for you. I promise I’ll make you come harder than you did the other day.” Her eyebrows shoot up. My words seem to have her apprehension melting away, and curiosity rising.
She chews on her bottom lip while she’s thinking about it. I’ll give her some time to mull over, at least on the outside. On the inside, I’m an impatient bastard who wants to talk her into it.
“Okay…”
“Fuck yeah.” Before she can change her mind, I roll her on her stomach and take a pillow to shove under her pelvis, so her ass is jutted out. She turns her head so she can see what I’m doing. Her wide eyes follow my every move.
I take the bottle of lube out of the drawer in my nightstand and climb on top of her to straddle her thighs. Since my cock is already hard as steel, I pull down my boxers to free it. Then I dip my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pull them down her plump ass.
“I’m nervous,’’ she admits, her voice small and shaky, and I have to remind myself to go slow.
“Don’t be. I swear you’re gonna like this.” At least I fucking hope so. Once my dick is inside this virgin hole, I’m not sure if I can stop.
Popping the lid off the lube bottle, I pour a generous amount down her ass crack. She shudders when the cold liquid hits her skin and automatically clenches her cheeks together.
“You need to stay relaxed. It’s not going to feel good if you don’t.”
“I’ll try…”
I throw the bottle to the side and grab both of her ass cheeks with my hands, massaging them and pulling them apart so I can see the tight puckered hole nestled between them.
Using my thumb, I start to massage her asshole, dipping the tip of my thumb inside every so often. Next, I use a finger and go knuckle deep. When she stays relaxed for me, I go deeper, and a small moan falls from her lips. That sound only eggs me on more.
I add a second finger, stretching her ass as I slowly finger fuck it. Then I add a third. Another muffled moan meets my ears, and I know I can’t wait any longer.
I remove my fingers and shift closer to her, so my dick is lined up with her puckered hole. I push the smooth head of my cock into the small opening, and I’m pretty sure all the blood from my brain rushes to my cock.
Thrusting forward, I force my dick into her ass. It’s so tight that even with the lube, it’s hard to enter. I briefly hold still, letting her adjust to my size before I push in some more.
“That’s it. Just stay relaxed,” I praise her. “You feel so fucking good. I’m trying to go slow; I’m really trying.”
I shove forward some more, and this time, I don’t stop until I’m all the way buried inside her. “Fuck,” I groan. Leaning down, I cover my body with hers until my lips meet her delicate skin, and I pepper kisses over her shoulder.
“I think you were made for me,” I whisper into the shell of her ear.
I pull out a few inches just to push right back into her until my balls are pressed against her skin, and my dick is buried deep inside her.
Snaking my hand around her body, I find her little clit and start playing with it while I fuck her ass in slow but deep strokes. It doesn’t take long for me to feel her thighs quiver and her pussy getting wetter.
“Come, Hazel. Come for me while I have my cock buried in your ass.”
She moans into the pillow, and I keep rubbing her clit furiously until her whole body tightens and her release coats my fingers.
When I’m sure her orgasm has rippled through her, I pull my hand away and lift myself up on my knees. Grabbing her hips, I pull her toward me and thrust forward at the same time.
With her body limber and relaxed after her release, I can fuck her tight hole without restraint. Mercilessly, I pound her until my own orgasm builds, my balls tighten, and then I’m there. With a loud roar, my release slams into me, and I shoot my load of cum deep inside her ass.
“Christ…” My vision goes black for a second, and my body slams down onto her back. My cock is going soft, but I’m still inside her ass. I shift off her body but pull her with me into my chest.
“Are you okay?” I murmur into her hair.
“Yes… that was… unexpected. I didn’t think this would feel so good.”
“I told you, didn’t I?”
“Yes.” She giggles. “I guess next time, I’ll believe it right away when you try to talk me into something kinky.”
“Good choice,” I reply, starting to think of all the kinky shit I can do to her. I was right. She is fucking perfect.