HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Adrian

“No.” She said.

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I paused and looked up at her, one eyebrow raised. The word had come out shaky and uncertain at the edges in a way that told me everything I needed to know about how much she actually meant it.

“Why not?”

She opened her mouth but her breathing had already betrayed her, nothing came out. Her chest was rising and falling faster than she probably wanted it to with the slight tremble in her thighs that she couldn’t quite hide no matter how tightly she pressed them against my shoulders.

I didn’t wait for her to find them, I hooked my hands behind her knees, pulled her to the very edge of the table, pusked her dress up around her waist, and dropped my head.

The sight of her glistening, already swollen pussy made my cock twitch painfully against my trouser.

A moan of displeasure escaped her lips the moment I slid my fingers out. I could feel her frustration before she even made sound, the slight lift of her hips but I ignored it.

I flattened my tongue and licked slowly, all the way from that soft space between her ass and her pussy, dragging upward with deliberate patience and stopping just before her clit.

“Fuck…” she breathed, the word shaking.

I did it again. Slower this time. Letting the flat of my tongue savor every inch of her. I felt her shudder, her hips rolling in a desperate little circle, trying to force my mouth where she needed it most. I pulled back just enough to deny her.

My fingers returned, tracing lazy, feather-light circles around her clit. Never touching it directly. Just close enough that every pass made her breath hitch sharply.

“Shush, baby girl,” I murmured, pressing a kiss just above her mound. “I promised I was going to touch every single part of you tonight. I’m a man of my word.”

“Stop teasing me like that,” she growled, cutting me off.

The growl surprised me, not in a bad way. Bianca composed was interesting but Bianca unraveling was something else entirely.

“If you want it right now,” I said, “you know what to do.”

I grazed her clit with my fingertips, barely, the lightest possible contact, and watched her eyes flutter with frustration. She pressed her lips together. I could see her weighing it, the pride against the need, doing the internal calculation that was now working against her.

“Oh, she breathed. Then, like she was annoyed at herself for it: “Fuck it. Please.”

“Please what?” I kept my voice even, almost bored. “You know the drill, baby girl. Be a good girl and do it.”

1 grazed her clit again, same featherlight touch, and waited.

“Please” she said, and her voice had dropped, gone soft in a way that landed somewhere in my chest. “Do something. Touch me please

Hey words cut off the moment I licked her clit and pulled it gently between my lips, biting down with the lightest possible

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Chapter 29

pressure.

“Oh God.”

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I shipped two fingers inside her at the same time and the moan that came out of her intensified, shifted pitch, became something involuntary and unguarded. I felt her clench around my fingers immediately, her body welcoming them, and I started to move, slowly, tongue on her clit keeping rhythm with every thrust of my hand without rushing.

I curled my fingers, the sound she made when I grazed the roof of her pussy almost made me lose the plot entirely. I kept my pace. I was not going to rush this. I had thought about this too much tonight, across too many rooms, through too many conversations I had not actually been present for, to rush it now.

Her hand found my hair. She was not gripping this time, just resting her palm there, fingers threading through slowly, like she was trying to hold onto something without admitting she was holding on.

“Please,” she whispered. “Keep doing that.”

So I did.

Her breathing changed first. It went from fast to ragged, catching on the inhale, uneven in a way she could not control. Then I felt it, the walls of her pussy tightening around my fingers in slow pulses, her body giving me all the information I needed

“That’s my good girl.”

I did not ease up.I kept the same rhythm, the same curl, tongue working her clit with the same steady focus, and I felt her start to lose the thread of herself, felt the precise moment when holding back became genuinely impossible for her.

“Yes,” she breathed. Then again, quieter, like she was saying it to herself. “Yes, yes.”

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