The Dancer Read online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 150002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 750(@200wpm)___ 600(@250wpm)___ 500(@300wpm)
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I worked my way down her middle to between her thighs. “Open wider baby, you trying to keep my pussy from me.” For some reason that made her howl with laughter.

I loved hearing that sound so much I kept finding ways to make her laugh. I’m her personal clown now. I dropped the cloth and used my fingers to clean her and soon her laughter turned to moans.

“Give me your mouth baby.” I held her nape and covered her lips with mine while fucking her with my fingers until she was up on her toes. I got the showerhead from the opposite wall and washed her carefully until she was clean of soap.

After washing my cock clean I got to my knees and lifted her leg onto my shoulder and opened her pussy. I sniffed her fresh sweet scent and took a good long look at her pussy before giving her my tongue.

I teased her with soft slow licks up to her clit before dipping my tongue in and out of her until her juices coated my tongue and her ass clenched in my hands.

“Turn around for me baby.” I turned her to face the wall and pulled her back on my cock, going in nice and slow until my cock was planted deep inside her tight cunt.

I held still when my balls were all that were left and if I could’ve I would’ve tried to get them inside her too. I felt my cock pulse and throb as her pussy walls squeezed around my meat.

“Hold onto the wall for me baby.” She put her hands on the wall and canted her ass while I held onto her hips so she didn’t slip and fall. I had to bend my knees so I could dig deep, till she was practically sitting in my lap.

I fucked her to orgasm and then lifted her and stepped out of the shower, taking her down to the rug to finish her off. I fucked the pink off her pussy and had to hold her up to dry her off when we were done.

I was tired as fuck but she wanted to go out to eat. “Where do you want to eat baby?”

“I have the taste for Italian.”

“Did you make reservations somewhere?”

“Oh, I didn’t think of that, there’re so many places to choose from. It doesn’t have to be fancy, I just want to relax, enjoy some candlelight and look at you.” Say what now?

I walked into the closet to look for something to wear and to hide my stupid grin. Next she’ll have my dumb ass blushing. I chose a pair of slacks and a cashmere sweater in black before choosing one of my many leather jackets to throw over it.

I came out of the closet to find her shoving her feet in some high ass heels, but when she stood up I got the surprise of my life. The thing she had on looked like a sweater but it came to just above her knees.

I wouldn’t say it was exactly clingy, but it was the way it was made. It hugged her tits and hips in a way that drew the eye. It was burning a hole in my tongue to tell her to change that shit but I held it in.

“Your new jacket isn’t gonna go with your dress baby.” That was as close as I got to telling her to go change.

“We’ll be going from the car to the restaurant it should be fine.”

“Why didn’t you get a coat baby?” I remember a coat being among the things I’d seen her look at and put back. “Because you bought me this one.”

That’s two. If she keeps saying shit like that to me she’ll be carrying my balls around in her damn purse before I even get my ring on her damn finger.

I didn’t call Tony from wherever the hell he was, but chose to drive us myself. Del Posto was the best five star Italian restaurant in the city and I wasn’t worried about reservations, I’ve never been turned away at the door before.

We held hands on the way down in the elevator, in the car and once we were seated in the restaurant she took my hand again. I wasn’t sure if she was feeling insecure because of all the mess that happened in the last few days, or if she was just feeling affectionate, but I wasn’t about to complain.

We held hands all through dinner, whispering to each other in between bites like two teenagers, stealing kisses and acting pretty much like we were in our own little world.

“This was a good idea baby.” It was the first time just the two of us were out like this together for a nice romantic dinner and I liked it. In our quiet little corner I could almost imagine it was just her and I there.


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