“Miss Reed.”
“Yes.”
His gaze took in her face, then drifted down her neck and settled on her chest. Heat washed through her at his intense scrutiny. Her nipples puckered as he blatantly stared at her breasts. Then his gaze drifted downward again, slowing over her stomach, then settling a few inches below her navel. She felt as if he could see right through her skirt to the black lace panties beneath. Her vagina clenched.
Her breath held, and when his gaze slid back to her face, she was elated to see approval in his eyes.
“Are you ready to submit to me?”
Her throat suddenly went dry. This was her last chance to change her mind.
She drew in a deep breath, then nodded.
God, the man had barely spoken to her, and she had just agreed to do anything he wanted.
“You will call me Sir, or Mr. Grant.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now take off your panties.”
The Male Stripper
by Opal Carew
Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to live…
Volume 1 of the Red Hot Fantasies series.
Excerpt
Becca wrapped her hand around him. The feel of his thick, hard, hot shaft in her hand melted her insides. It seemed to pulse in her hand.
"Oh, God, it’s so… big."
She glanced at Cal, whose grin faded slightly as his brown eyes darkened with simmering desire.
"His cock’s looking a bit lonely over there," Cal said as he stood up and walked toward the chair. "Think it needs some company?"
She just nodded, anticipation flaring. She’d seen Cal’s cock at the party, but not up close and personal.
He stripped of his black pants, then his briefs. His big cock, a little longer than Don’s and definitely thicker, dropped in front of her. She wrapped her free hand around it. At the feel of two hot cocks, one in each hand, her vagina clenched in need.
"I’m starting to feel like this was a setup." Don glanced at Cal with a grin.
"Is that a problem?" Cal asked.
Don’s eyes glittered. "Not if it means what I think it means."
Cal winked. "It does."
Don sent Becca a devilish smile. "Excellent. So, pretty lady, let’s get on with the action."
She giggled and stroked both their cocks, gliding her hands up and down their big members. Don groaned and elation fluttered through her. Both he and Cal were hunky sex Gods, yet both wanted to be with her. She leaned forward and licked the tip of Don’s cock.
"Oh, yeah. I like that."
She opened her mouth and glided over his cockhead, taking the whole thing into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over his tip, then spiraled downward and teased the underside of his corona.
"Oh, pretty lady, that is fantastic."
With one hand wrapped around Cal’s cock while she stroked him, she had her other hand wrapped tight around the base of Don’s shaft as she licked and squeezed him in her mouth. She glided off Don and took Cal in her mouth. He was bigger and stretched her mouth wide. He was long and hard and she glided as deep as she could go, then squeezed him. His hand wrapped around her head, his fingers twining in her long hair. She dove down on him a couple more times, loving the feel of his big cock in her mouth, then she slid off and guided Don back into her mouth.
She sucked and squeezed, sucked and squeezed as she moved from one to the other.
"Damn, honey, you are really hot." Don groaned as she relaxed her throat and took him really deep.
His hand clamped around her head. "Fuck, that’s it. I’m going to come."
She released Cal and cradled Don’s balls in her hand as she continued to bob up and down on him. His balls tightened, then she felt hot liquid fill her mouth. She kept squeezing him inside, swallowing around him as he continued to spurt.
Once she was sure he was done, she leaned back and guided Cal’s cock toward her mouth.
"Hold on, sweetheart. I can wait." He stepped back and stripped off his shirt. "You’ve seen both of us naked, now how about you return the favor?"
She glanced down at her black wrap-around dress. "There’s no way I’m going to do a striptease in front of two professional strippers."
Don laughed.
"No problem." Cal stepped toward her, his hard cock bobbing up and down as he walked. "We can help you."
He reached for her hand and drew her to her feet. Don grabbed the tie on her dress and pulled until the small bow at her hip unfastened, then he undid the knot, the thin black strips gliding through his big fingers. Cal eased the dress from her shoulders and guided it down her arms. Now she stood before them in just her black lace bra, thong, garter belt and stockings.
Don’s gaze glided down her body, then back to her bosom. "Mmm. Hot lady."