SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

“Ahhh!!!!” Kendrick screamed in pain. She was biting his dick with her razor-sharp teeth. She is so fearless and wicked. He pushed her away by the chest with all his strength. She fell to the floor on top of the guy who was standing behind her, groaning in pain as she lay on top of him. Kendrick grabbed his bleeding dick.

“Damn you, Kendrick!” She exclaimed with her mouth wide open. I could see stains of blood on her teeth. Kendrick scrunched his face like he wanted to cry and ran out of the room like a scary cat.

“Baby, what are you staring at?” the stripper asked, bringing me back to my senses. I was about to stand up on my feet when one of the staff walked into the room.

“Hey, Leni, come here,” he said, calling her. She pursed her lips and glanced at me with a worried look.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“I… am sorry. I have to go.” She muttered and removed my hand from her lap, adjusted her bikini and stood up to leave. I grabbed her wrist before she could leave.

“Hey, where are you going? You can’t leave me here.” I muttered, My iron rod was killing me down there. I couldn’t bear it anymore. She clutched my hand, removing it from hers. “I am sorry, we can’t do this anymore.” She said, and started walking away.

“Hey! Wait up! Don’t go!” I yelled, watching her as she walked around the chick on the floor and over to the staff.

“You can’t leave me here; I already paid for you!!” I screamed, but she turned a deaf ear. She exchanged a few words with the staff I couldn’t hear, and they both exited the VIP room, leaving me alone to deal with my throbbing dick.

“Shit! I shouldn’t have come to this strip club.” I said under my breath as I held onto the sofa and got up on my feet. I managed to sit on the sofa after a lot of difficulty. To my greatest surprise, that chick wasn’t on the floor anymore, just the guy that came with her, but he was dozing off on the floor, with his hand on his stomach. Where did she go? I looked around and our eyes met. She was sitting close to me, breathing on my face, and staring at me with her big green eyes. She had beautiful soft tan skin.

“What’s your problem?” I asked with my eyes wide open, moving my head backward, but she was still coming closer to me. She must be drunk too. She gave me a little jester grin with an eyebrow raised.

“My name is…” she hiccupped. “My name is…” she hiccupped again, covering her mouth with her hand like she wanted to throw up. I moved away from her a little, looking at her with side eyes.

“Your name is what?” I asked, showing interest in her. Her eyes widened.

“That doesn’t matter handsome,” she said seductively licking her lower lip like she wanted to have me for dinner, Before I could make out words to say to her, she reached up and pulled my head down to hers and kissed me. I opened my eyes wide in surprise.

She held the back of my head. It was a long, seductive kiss. I could tell she was a good kisser by the way she was orally assaulting me, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Her tongue tasted like alcohol and her flowery fragrance was intoxicating. I was losing my mind; she ignited the fire inside of me that I didn’t know I had. I broke the kiss. She frowned, pulling my head back, still trying to kiss me like a hungry lion.

“Slow down… I am the man here.” I told her. She looked at me like a sex-deprived puppy and groaned like a child still trying to kiss me. I got up from the chair and reached down. I picked her up in my arms. She wrapped her leg around my waist, putting all her weight on me as her heels fell to the floor.

She tried to kiss me again with her sexy lips, but I dodged it, resting my head on her shoulder as I started leading her out of the room. I didn’t know where I was going, but I wanted to look for a private area to devour her. I could feel the heat coming from her body as she started licking my face.

She was turning me on more and I wanted her badly now. I walked out of the room and I was blocked by one of the staff. I could hear the sound of the booming music again and the strippers dancing passionately on their poles. The crowd wasn’t that much anymore.

“Where are you taking the queen? Are you her bodyguard?” he asked.

“Queen? Who are you talking about?” I asked, a bit confused.

“She is the queen,” he said, pointing at the girl I was carrying in my arms. “Are you her bodyguard?” he asked. The expression on his face changed. I have a feeling he was starting to think I was a criminal.

“Ye-ye-yes.” I stuttered. “Is there like a special room in this strip club?” I inquired.

“Yes, there is, but that will cost a lot of money.” He said.

“Don’t worry, I will pay. It’s on me.” I said with a joyous smile, but deep down I was just praying he would get out of my sight and let me fuck in peace.

“Okay, come with me.” he said, and started leading me to another area in the club. He opened the door to a room for us.

“Help yourselves.” The staff said and walked away, whistling. I looked into the dimly lit room and noticed a brightly lit fish tank and a large-screen TV on the wall of the room.

“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” she grumbled, putting her hand around my neck, staring lustfully at my lips.

“Please fuck me. I am so damn wet.” She muttered. My heart skipped a beat. I can’t remember the last time I had sex. It was back when I was still in college. Now, I am more focused on finding a job than finding a girlfriend.