His Stripper by Darcy Rose, Isabella Starling
Epilogue
Hazel
Istill can’t believe what my life is like now. I never thought I would ever have a family. I thought I was destined to be alone forever. But now I have a home, a family, and people who love and protect me no matter what.
It took me a while to come to terms with Myles being part of the mob, but the more time I spent with his brothers and their girlfriends, the more normal all of it seems. Sometimes, I even forget it altogether.
I don’t work at the strip club anymore. Instead, I go to college, something else I never even dreamed of doing before. Myles says I don’t have to worry about anything ever again, and I know he’s telling the truth.
“I have a surprise for you when we get home,” Myles tells me, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Yeah? What is it?”
“You’ll see.” He smirks. “It’s kind of for both of us.”
That has my curiosity piqued. Maybe he got me a sex toy, new underwear, or a fancy dress to take me out?
Luckily, I don’t have to wait long because a moment later, we pull into the driveway of our home. I get out of the car, beating Myles to the door. He unlocks it, and I push my way past him inside the house. “Where is it at?” I scanned the living room for some huge package, but everything looks like it did before he took me to class this morning.
“Upstairs in our bedroom.”
I’m so excited I take two steps at a time, then speed walk down the hall to our room. As soon as I enter, I see it.
A shiny new stripper pole mounted to the ceiling and floor, conveniently positioned a few feet away from the bed.
“Do you like it?” Myles comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach. I lean into him. “I told you you’re going to dance for me again. You can give me my own private show now whenever I want.”
“How about I give you a show right now?”
“I like the sound of that.” Myles buries his nose in my hair, tickling my neck as he rubs his face in it. His hands come up to cup my breasts, and even through the bra, my nipples are more sensitive than normal.
“Before I start, I have to tell you something.”
“What is it?” I can hear the note of concern in his voice, so I don’t wait to put him out of his misery.
“I won’t be able to dance for you on the pole much longer. I don’t think it will hold my weight.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I just think it’s gonna be hard to dance with my stomach big and round and my ankles swollen.” I barely get the words out before Myles spins me around in his hold.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“If what you think I’m saying is that I’m pregnant, then yes.” I grin. “I am pregnant.”
His lips crash into mine with bruising force, and his arms snake around me to pull me closer. I had no doubt he would react like this. I knew he wanted to get me pregnant, and I wanted it to happen just as badly.
Pushing against his chest, I break the kiss so I can catch my breath. “What about the show?”
“No time for foreplay. I need to be inside you, stat.” He pulls on my clothes like they are on fire, and he is desperate to get them off my body. I grab his shirt and pull it off his muscular torso. When we are both naked, and our clothes are somewhere on the ground, Myles turns me around and bends me over the bed.
His hand immediately finds my center, rubbing through my already wet folds. I moan into the soft sheets and grab the comforter in front of me just because I need to give my hands something to do.
He removes his fingers and replaces them with the smooth head of his cock. He thrusts forward, sinking his cock into me to the hilt in one smooth move. His hand holds my hips while he starts fucking me as if his life depends on it.
Like a wild animal, he pounds into me without mercy. My first orgasm sneaks up on me, taking me by surprise. The intense feeling of pleasure rolls through me like the tide, but Myles never slows down.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Your cunt is the tightest and sweetest thing in the world, and it’s all fucking mine. You are all mine.”
“Yes!” I call out as I come a second time.
I’m all his, and he is all mine.
And that’s never going to change.
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Thank you for reading His Stripper, His Dancer is next in this series and it’s co-written by the amazing Lucy Smoke!
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