She nods.
“Because of you.”
“Me?” Her hand rests on her chest looking shocked by my answer.
“I was worried that some guy was going to touch you tonight and I wasn’t there to tell him to back off, that you are mine at the moment.”
“Jealous were you?” She smirks, as she twirls around the pole again.
“Yes,” I growl. It was the honest truth.
“What would you do if I told you someone touched me tonight?”
My fists grabbed the velvet sofa; someone better not have touched her.
Sienna arched her back and twisted around the pole, distracting me from the anger bubbling inside.
“Did you let someone touch you tonight, Sienna?” My voice is deep and stern. Sienna ignores me.
Spinning around, her feet were not touching the ground, they just hovered in the air before stopping and standing in front of me with a smile on her face. “Derrick and I took classes for two years, he was hopeless but apparently I have a natural ability.” She grins, grabs the pole and starts spinning around it again.
My dick was most definitely interested in what he was seeing. It was my personal strip show. Would she take off her clothes as the dance continued? Then I realize she’s distracting me from my question. “Sienna, I asked if someone touched you tonight and you didn’t answer me.”
“Not yet but the night is still young, Evan.” She smiles, giving me a wink.
Fuck, this woman has me by the balls, twirling around the pole. I palm my crotch as it grows underneath my jeans “You look so beautiful, I want to watch you.”
Her top teeth sink into her plump lower lip as she looks at me, giving me a smile. She starts her routine again; graceful, elegant, nothing sleazy about what she is doing on the pole. Slowly around she goes, but this time she starts touching herself.
Fuck! I adjust myself again.
Twisting round and round; her tits bounce with each movement. My eyes can’t stop watching her. She is sexy as hell. All I can think about is wanting her, taking her, having her, letting her know she is mine, because there is no way in hell she is ever going to perform something like that for any another man. My body is tense from the sexual arousal I am feeling. I can feel the blood rushing down through my body to my cock. I want to touch myself I want her to watch me pleasure myself. “Fuck, Sienna, you’ve made me so fucking hard,” I bark, while grabbing myself.#p#分页标题#e#
“Do you need to touch yourself, Evan?” She asks, while she dances for me.
“Yes.” I groan.
“I want you to touch yourself while I dance.”
This beautiful woman is bewitching me on a pole, and I am in fucking heaven right now. My cock sits painfully behind the zipper of my jeans. Sienna’s eyes are on me, watching every movement as my hands unfold from each other to undo my zipper.
Her eyes are stuck on my cock, she licks her lips, she fucking licks her lips, and my cock twitches. I know how much she loves sucking my cock. “Stop looking at me like that, sweetheart, otherwise I am going to pull you down on top of me and fuck you.”
She sighs and continues her sensual display for me.
Dragging my thumb over my pre-cum, my cock feels so sensitive; the slightest of touches makes me groan. Slowly, I pump my myself while Sienna’s hands trace over her body; I wish they were my hands tracing her body. Dipping between the valley of her tits, over the plains of her plump ass, nestling between her thighs. Fuck, the visual she was giving me was going to make me come in a couple of seconds. That would be embarrassing. Slow it down, Evan; slow it down, enjoy this ride. “Sienna you are fucking beautiful,” I murmur, stroking my aching length up and down, harder with each stroke.
Her eyes are flicking to mine as she gives me a small smile.
“Does watching me play with myself turn you on?”
Watching her falter a bit on the pole, sliding down she stops and looks at me.
“It’s the hottest thing I have ever seen,” she answers, sincerely.
Grabbing my dick, I rumble, “This is all for you, sweetheart. My cock has been aching for you all night. My mind has been going crazy about tonight, wondering if another man got to sample those perfect lips.”
“Only you, Evan,” she confesses.
Just like that, a weight is lifted from me. My hand grips tighter around my cock, silence filling the dark room, the only sound is my hand sliding over my skin. “That is why I had to touch myself. You make me lose control, Sienna.”
Her breath quickens with my words.
“What are you thinking about while you touch yourself,” she asks. My eyes widen while I watch her. “Sienna,” I growl at her in frustration.