Kane Travis is one of the most successful fighters in the UFC. His name is known worldwide. Men want to be him, and women just want him. All Kane wants is the heavy weight title, nothing else matters to him. Not until, he see Emmy twirling around a pole
Kane has one rule, never give anyone else control. He doesn’t let anyone in, especially woman. The night he meets Emmy, he knows she is more dangerous than any opponent he has ever fought.
Emmy Sanders will do anything to care for her younger brother, even taking her clothes off at a seedy strip club. Ever since their parent’s death, she has been the sole provider for them both. All Emmy wants is to get her brother through college, nothing else matters to her, until she sees Kane sitting at the end of the stage.
Emmy has to have control over every aspect of my life. There is a time and place for everything, she never wavers from her plan. The night she meets Kane, she knows he is more dangerous than anyone she has ever met.
I see a light blue, sequined heel push out of the curtain. What follows is the hottest chick I’ve ever seen. She’s not very tall, maybe 5’ 5’’, but I swear her legs go on forever. They’re long and sleek, and the killer heels she’s wearing make them look even better. Shoes and all, they would look perfect over my shoulders while I bury my head between her legs.
She takes a few measured steps as she sways her hips, before turning her back slowly to the crowd. Her ass is barely covered in what I assume some would call a skirt, but it’s little more than a piece of material in the same shade as her shoes. Even with the dim light of the club, I can tell her ass is magnificent, two round globes that I’d love to sink my cock in between. She spins around, coming toward the front of the stage.
Her tits are about to burst out of her bra, which matches everything else. I’m not sure what to say about them other than holy hell. They’re not massive like the chicks’ sitting on my lap. Instead, they’re perfection, just big enough to fill my hand or mouth. The visual has my cock aching even more.
What draws my eyes the most is her hair. It nearly reaches her ass, and it sways from side to side with each move she makes. It’s blonde, but instead of being like that fake bottled shit, it’s the color of the purest honey. I can just imagine fisting the long locks as I pound into her, making her moan as I pull it, showing her that I am in complete control of her.
My eyes finally reach her face, and for the first time in my life, I understand pure lust. Her lips are luscious; they look as if they’re begging to be kissed, or be wrapped around my dick, and I would be more than happy to oblige. Her eyes draw my attention next and keep it. I’ve never seen anything quite like them before. The green color is so bright, they almost look like jewels. I have to wonder what they would look like if I were standing over her, shooting my come down her throat. Or, slamming into her from behind, her beautiful ass bouncing, me yanking her head back so I can see those green eyes glazing over as the orgasm rocks through her body.
I don’t have to wonder long, because her eyes lock on mine and her mouth falls open. She tosses her head back and lets out a loud moan, which I can barely hear over the music. In that moment, I know what she will look like when she comes, and I know I want her doing it while she’s riding my cock.
A second later, the spotlight hits her again, and she takes a step closer to me. She sways her hips from side to side, and my cock twitches in response. She shoots me a wink and moves toward the pole in the center of the stage. Just before she clutches it, she grabs her short skirt and tugs, leaving her standing in a light blue, jewel-covered G-string. I’ve never really cared what a woman wore under her clothes; I was always more interested in taking it off. Hell, if I wouldn’t love to find a way to fuck her in those panties.
Just as her eyes finally leave mine, the lyrics start to fill the room. Her hips gyrate with the beat as she twists around the pole. She flips herself around, grinding her ass against the pole, and then her green eyes come back to me while her hands slowly travel down her body. Licking her lips, she runs her hand lightly over her panties. My hands fist to keep from getting up and ripping her off that stage. I want her. Now.
My lips mimic hers, imagining the taste of her in my mouth. I can’t help but grind my hips up into the redhead’s hand, needing a little friction. She giggles, thinking my cock is hard for her, but there is only one thing it wants right now, and she’s on the stage in front of me. Her eyes fall on the girls sitting on my leg, and she laughs. She’s enjoying this little game. If she wants to play, we can.