Free Freak Show by J Richards Page A

tastes so fucking good on my lips. “Be a good girl for me, Serenity.”
                  With that he rolls us over until my back is flat on the stage floor and he lifts into a push up position above me. Like a perfect male stripper, he rolls his spine to dry hump my crotch. I spread my legs and thrust my hips up to meet him, but he slides away from me.
    Chaos glides down my body without touching me until his face in pressed high against my inner thigh. I feel him inhale my scent and with a nose full of my sex he jumps up to his feet.
                  I’m left panting on the floor and push myself up to my elbows to watch him. Facing the crowd to tease them and give them their show, Chaos lets the rest of his shirt and suit jacket slink to the floor and his body moves to the music. He’s easily one hundred times sexier than the six men that had been up here before him, and the women in the crowd are practically breaking down the stage to get in my position. His shoulders are broad and thick with muscles that taper down to his slim waist and hips. I’m not usually an ass girl, but his ass is so fine its begging me to bite it. I press my lips together to keep from crawling over to him and doing just that.
                  From behind me three more dancers come onto the stage in different stages of undress. Each one built for sin and oozing charisma. They dance past me and jump off the stage to push the crowd of ladies back. The women throw themselves against the three who receive them welcomingly. Joyous yelling and bold moans vibrate the air as I shift my body to sit on my knees and my ass lowers to my spiked heels.
                  Chaos slowly turns to face me and our eyes meet. He winks before looking over his shoulder and lowering his slacks below his ass. He’s wearing white boxer briefs and his cock is perfectly outlined in the fitted material. My mouth waters and my hands move to the stage. I can’t see his ass from here, but I know it’s firm and perfect just as I suspected, judging by the squeals of delight coming from the crowd. His pants drop to the floor when his hips grind against the air between us.
                  Stepping out of his pants he walks toward me, I’m still on all fours and cat crawl to him. We meet in the center of the stage and he grabs the pile of messy hair on top of my head and shoves my face into his hip. Chaos’ fingers are gentle, but firm, as they dig deeper into my hair and clench closed. His cock rubs my nose and I nuzzle against him. I don’t know who I am with this man, I just know it all feels so good. I want his cock more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but it’s not just that. I want all of him, to know him and to love him.
    I let my tongue snake out and lick around the outline of his cockhead. A pained moan leaves his lips and a thrill zips through my body. This man is mine and has been for longer than I’ve known. I need him more than I’ve needed anything in my life, no matter how unrealistic my feelings seem.
                  Above us the moon’s light is blocked again and in the darkness he bends down to lift me from under my arms. I rush to get my feet under me but before I’m able to stand, he picks me up like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold of their new home and heads for the back of the stage. The curtain begins to drop as we pass under it and more dancer’s line up for the next number.
                  He keeps going, deeper into the backstage area where all the setup happens. His face is focused ahead of us and even though I want his hands all over me, I’m content just watching his profile as he carries me. We move down hallways and through rooms until we get to a large closed door. He kicks it open with his bare foot and inside is what appears to be a big office. A big occupied office.
    Three desks piled with papers and office paraphernalia take up a good chunk