Free Cain's Darkness by Jenika Snow Page B

see the face of the woman that stepped onto stage yet, but he made out her curvy as fuck. She sure as hell wasn’t rail thin like the rest of the girls that had been stripping all night.
    The spotlight slid up and covered her big, round, and juicy looking ass. Her hair was short, black and was to her shoulders. It looked like how a flapper would have worn her hair, sleek, shining, and it turned him the fuck on. The black barely there string that went right between the cheeks of her bottom had his mouth watering. Her flared hips, and thighs that were meant to grip a male around the waist, had his cock coming to attention. She turned around, and he zeroed in on her big, full tits that were barely restrained by her black transparent top. The stripper started moving back and forth, and the sight of the way she swayed her hips transfixed him. The flesh jiggled, bounced up and down, and when she bent over and shook her ass, it was like watching a warmed bowl of pudding move around.
    His dick punched forward with so much force he nearly pulled his cock out and stroked himself right then and there just to relieve the pressure. Goddamn, she was a sight to look at. Pierce ran a hand over his mouth and breathed out. He watched as Rook stood and walked toward the VIP rooms in the back. Pierce focused on the stripper again.
    She moved over to this velvet-covered tray, picked up a strawberry, and dipped it in a bowl of whipped cream. He leaned forward, feeling drunk as hell, but so aroused his cock could have drilled holes through steel right now. Her eyes were closed, and her scantily clad body was what wet dreams were made of. He was transfixed as he watched her suck the cream off the strawberry. She took off her top, and her big breasts and her darker pink nipples came into view. She grabbed what looked like a pitcher filled with chocolate.
    Oh, fucking shit.
    She poured that chocolate along her, that dark liquid sliding over her nude breasts, covering her nipples, and making him want to go on that stage, pin her to the ground, and lick that fucking chocolate from her body.
    She wasn’t totally nude, but that didn’t matter because the fact she wore that little triangle of black that covered her cunt turned him on even more. She continued to sway her hips as she poured the rest of the chocolate on her body, and then she tossed the pitcher aside and started rubbing her hands over the sauce. The brown liquid smoothed over her breasts, and she went lower still. Slipping her hand down her bikini bottom, he watched as she rubbed it over her pussy, and despite the fact he couldn’t see it because of the material, his cock throbbed at the image in his head.
    For the next five minutes he watched her crawl on the floor, her look seductive, sexy, and he leaned forward even further. He wanted her, really damn badly. The lights dimmed when she rolled onto her back, her breasts thrust out, and her legs spread wide. And then the stage went dark, and the men hollered for more. All Pierce could think about, and see in his head, was his body over hers and his cock deep in her pussy. The images were lewd, dirty, and raunchy. They were ones of his cum covering her body, white streaks along her creamy flesh. God, he’d fuck her so damn hard, so rough she wouldn’t be able to walk without thinking about him. He’d fill her pussy with cum, so much of it that when she stood it would slip down her legs. Pierce was a dirty old bastard, and although she didn’t know it yet, he’d make her his, if only for one night.
    He was now a Brothers of Menace patched in member, and he always got what he wanted, even if he had to take it for himself.
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    Jana cleaned up the last of the bottles scattered around the few tables in the clubhouse, and grabbed the broom and dustpan. The cigarette butts and trash littered on the ground was a sight that turned her stomach, but it was thanks to this club, her friend that had brought her here, and Lucien, that she was able