Free StripperwithSpice by Afton Locke Page A

stroking something deep inside me
with the lightest touch.
    Goose bumps and chills race down my neck. Oh yes. I mean s í .
That’s what I want to hear.
    “You like that, Janice?”
    As if he has to ask. I sigh with bliss. “More.”
    He chuckles again. “ Más ? Okay.”
    His voice rises above a whisper and the words become more
demanding. The force of them bumps his chest against my back.
    “ Hacer el amor para mí. Me chupan…. ”
    Yes, yes, yes to whatever you just said. I don’t
speak Spanish, but I don’t need a translator to know he’s talking dirty to me.
And the more I hear the more I crave.
    “What did you say?” I demand.
    He pauses. “Do you really want to know, carísima mía ?”
    No! Yes! I turn to face him, breaking his grip. “Tell
me.”
    “If you insist. I begged you to fuck me and suck my cock
deep into your throat.”
    His dark gaze holds mine as if in challenge while the
explicit words hang between us.
    He brushes the backs of his fingers across my cleavage in a
casual caress. My nipples stiffen with longing. I need a cold shower in the
worst way.
    “I can’t keep my hands off you,” he mutters.
    Which is why I should leave now…
    I shiver when his fingers slip inside the lacy bra cup to
tease my nipple. When he pinches it between two fingers, my knees almost
buckle.
    “A-aren’t you supposed to ask before touching me?” I tease.
“This game you suggested is about what I want, isn’t it?”
    Carlos lets out a harsh sigh. “I know, but what I want keeps
getting in the way.”
    To prove his point, he grabs my hand and claps it against
the hard bulge in his pants. Instinctively my fingers curl around the rigid
heat, exploring the shape of him through the fabric.
    “Shit, Janice. I can’t take this anymore.”
    Before I can stop him, he unzips his pants, pulls his bare
cock from tight-fitting black briefs and puts it in my hand. A sheen of sweat
appears on his breastbone.
    “I’ll ask you in English this time. Let me fuck you. We both
need it.”
    I drop the hot parcel burning my hand and look away. “But we’re
not right for each other and I don’t do casual sex.”
    “Don’t analyze it. Just go with your instincts for once.
When the two hours are up, we can go our separate ways.”
    I turn over his proposal in my mind. A clean, no-strings
one-night stand. It’s not as if I do this sort of thing all the time. Why not
sow a wild oat before I pass into middle age? Of all the men I could pick for
the job, this is the one I want.
    “I definitely couldn’t do more than a one-night thing,” I
say, thinking out loud. “I’m not even sure I can do that.”
    When I look at him again, his pants are zipped back up but
still bulging. He slides my bra straps off again and pulls down the bra cups
until my breasts are exposed to his hungry gaze.
    “Say no, Janice,” he utters in harsh, clipped tones. “Say no
to me anytime you want and I’ll stop.”
    My throat convulses, but I can’t find the word, much less
say it. His mouth moves over the tops of my breasts, the tip of his hot, wet
tongue searing my skin. I arch my spine, practically forcing one of my hard
nipples into his mouth.
    His lips encircle the fleshy peak with the perfect pressure,
firm and juicy-soft at the same time. My fingers find the back of his head and
fork through his glossy, dark hair. I half cry out when hard teeth nip the
engorged bud. In response, I grab his hair, pulling it.
    “Stop me,” he demands while giving the same treatment to my
other breast. His hand cups the first breast, his expert thumb stroking over
the nipple just enough to keep it hard and throbbing while he sucks the other.
    When my hips thrust the air, he grabs them and pulls my
pelvis against his.
    “Tell me no,” he demands, yanking open the button on the
waistband of my jeans. “Leave while you still can.”
    But he knows I can’t now. A ravenous hunger much stronger
than I has taken over my body. If I don’t quench it, it’ll