Shifter Witch On Hell's Road: Book One Read Free Page A

pressed against his stomach as I straddled him.
    “I do believe you are jealous!”
    “No. I’m not. Just sit back and enjoy the ride before I change my mind.”
    He shut his mouth , and his eyes grew wide as I pumped his dick. I rose up and slid my bra off, letting my tits pop out right in front of his eyes. I rubbed them on his face. His hands slid up my ass, but I pushed them down on the couch.
    “Ah-ah, no touching.”
    The scent of his body and cologne filled my nose as I rubbed myself against his chest. He smelled of deep musk and wild roses.
    “Mmm…” I said as his cock expanded under my pussy. I flipped around and did a reverse cowgirl on him then opened the o-ring on my g-string. Letting it fall away, I pushed my body up so that my exposed pussy was right in his face.
    “This is supposed to be enjoyable?” he said behind me.
    I flipped around, totally naked now, and stared him in the face.
    “What? Are you queer?”
    “Not particularly, but this feels more like torture than pleasure. I can’t believe people pay for it.”
    He had a pained look on his face. It just made me laugh. I rubbed on his extremely hard , extremely large cock through his pants and leaned in to lick his ear. His arms encircled me and he tilted my face up to his lips. His warm, wet mouth opened on mine. Our tongues entwined while his hand reached around my ass. He kissed me deeply and tickled at my wetness.
    I exhaled sharply, overwhelmed by excitement. I was done fighting it. His body was hard as a rock and solid muscle under my chest. His arms held me like a clamp while his fingers expertly rubbed my pussy. I moaned and reached down to unbutton his pants. I wanted to feel his dick so bad. He kissed my neck and pushed his fingers inside my sopping wet hole. I unzipped his pants and reached inside his briefs. His cock popped up into my hand.
    I stroked the long , thick shaft in my hands while he fingered me. In and out. His fingers slowly fucked my pussy while his thumb rubbed my clit. I could feel moisture drip from the tip of his cock. I wanted to put it in my mouth. I wanted to jump on it and let it sink deep inside me.
    The thought of his massive pole pushed up inside me made a tidal wave of lust wash over me. Aerosmith sang the last note of the song.
    He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and smiled at me. He looked smu g and satisfied with himself. I wanted to keep going, I needed to come, but he pushed me off and stood, buttoning his pants.
    “Get your ass back on the flo’, hooka,” he said with an evil grin.
    “What the fuck!” I yelled.
    He was right, I wouldn’t make my floor fee if I spent all night riding B-Zar’s cock. I stood and strutted out of the lap dance room. My pussy felt heavy and tight like an itch that needed scratching.
    A bouncer turned right into me as I left. The bouncer had a clipboard and wanted to know how many dances I ’d clocked. My floor fee was going to be the same no matter what, but I guess they liked to keep a running total.
    B-Zar had gotten up at just the right moment. If they had caught him finger banging me like that, they would have probably kicked us out.
    I still had some money to make tonight so I left B-Zar standing near the bouncer. I went to the skinny , geeky guy from before. He sat in front of the stage drooling over the latest dancer, and I asked him if he still wanted a lap dance. B-Zar lurked in the distance as I led the geeky dude to the lap dance room.
    He sat in the couch were B-Zar had just been, and I flipped on the stereo. A Miley Cyrus song played, and I started my dance. Something in me just wasn’t into it. Lap dancing is a job, like any other job. Most people don’t like what they do for a living. But at that moment, the thought of crawling on that dude’s crotch made me want to retch. He wasn’t even close to the grossest guy I’d ever danced for. It bothered me.
    Stripping was what I did. I figured it must be B-Zar’s fault for getting me all hot and