That one word has never meant so much.
JANA
Ballet was my life, but after getting injured that dream faded. I still needed fast money, so I sucked up my pride and decided to strip.
All clubs could use a virgin stripper, right?
But from the moment I saw Cole Savage, owner of the strip club I was trying to get into, all rational thought left me.
He was dark and dangerous, and his personality screamed arrogance.
I wanted him, and by the way he looked at me I knew he wanted me as well.
But I should keep it strictly business, right?
COLE
From the moment I first saw Jana I wanted her. She needed a job at my club, but the possessive side of me rose up demanding she was only mine. I might have just met her, but I was already so damn territorial of her.
If she wanted a job I’d give her one, but she’d be keeping her clothes on.
I’ve been celibate for years, but it’s time to change that with her.
Jana would soon realize what it meant to be mine.
*Warning: This is a short story featuring an over-the-top possessive hero who makes no secret that the heroine his. It’s got dirty dancing, raunchy scenes, but is safe and has a Happily Ever After that comes with reading a Real Man story.
First off the cover ! WOW , holy cow. This was a Jenika Snow special , fast, hot and oh so good. Over the top alpha , with his sweet little virgin. This was a great add to the Real Men series!! Keep them coming Jenika .
My cock was harder than I ever remembered it being, and the images of pushing her panties aside and shoving my dick inside of her played through my mind on repeat.
“I need you,” I said harshly, my voice nothing more than this guttural sound.
She didn’t tell me to stop, didn’t try to get out of my arms. In fact, she had her hands in my shirt at my back, holding on to me, keeping me close.
Once I was off the stage and standing back where my chair was, I put her on the ground and immediately cupped her cheek. “I could watch you all fucking night, baby, but I’m so hard for you.”
And before I knew what the hell she was doing, she slipped her hand down the front of my pants and pressed her open palm over my cock.
The arousal in me was so intense I nearly came.
She was breathing hard, fast, and I knew she was right here with me, knew she was ready for me. But I wanted to hear her say it, wanted her to tell me the words.
I tipped her chin back, made her look in my eyes, and said, “Tell me what you want.”
“I need you,” I said harshly, my voice nothing more than this guttural sound.
She didn’t tell me to stop, didn’t try to get out of my arms. In fact, she had her hands in my shirt at my back, holding on to me, keeping me close.
Once I was off the stage and standing back where my chair was, I put her on the ground and immediately cupped her cheek. “I could watch you all fucking night, baby, but I’m so hard for you.”
And before I knew what the hell she was doing, she slipped her hand down the front of my pants and pressed her open palm over my cock.
The arousal in me was so intense I nearly came.
She was breathing hard, fast, and I knew she was right here with me, knew she was ready for me. But I wanted to hear her say it, wanted her to tell me the words.
I tipped her chin back, made her look in my eyes, and said, “Tell me what you want.”
My cock was harder than I ever remembered it being, and the images of pushing her panties aside and shoving my dick inside of her played through my mind on repeat.
“I need you,” I said harshly, my voice nothing more than this guttural sound.
She didn’t tell me to stop, didn’t try to get out of my arms. In fact, she had her hands in my shirt at my back, holding on to me, keeping me close.
Once I was off the stage and standing back where my chair was, I put her on the ground and immediately cupped her cheek. “I could watch you all fucking night, baby, but I’m so hard for you.”
And before I knew what the hell she was doing, she slipped her hand down the front of my pants and pressed her open palm over my cock.
The arousal in me was so intense I nearly came.
She was breathing hard, fast, and I knew she was right here with me, knew she was ready for me. But I wanted to hear her say it, wanted her to tell me the words.
I tipped her chin back, made her look in my eyes, and said, “Tell me what you want.”
She took long seconds to answer, but when she did, I saw her pupils dilate and smelled her desire saturate the air. “I want you to be my first. I want you to own my virginity, Cole.”
I groaned, not able to help it, not able to even try and stop myself.
“I need to fuck you.” I couldn’t help but stare at her chest, at the way her breasts rose and fell, her cleavage showing over the hem of her bra.
“Take off the bra, baby. Let me see you. Let me make you feel even better.”
Her throat worked as she swallowed, and before I had to tell her again, she was removing the bra, showing me how hard her nipples were and how flushed her skin was.
“The panties, Jana. Get rid of the fucking panties.” And like a good girl, she was pushing her panties down her thighs.
“I need you,” I said harshly, my voice nothing more than this guttural sound.
She didn’t tell me to stop, didn’t try to get out of my arms. In fact, she had her hands in my shirt at my back, holding on to me, keeping me close.
Once I was off the stage and standing back where my chair was, I put her on the ground and immediately cupped her cheek. “I could watch you all fucking night, baby, but I’m so hard for you.”
And before I knew what the hell she was doing, she slipped her hand down the front of my pants and pressed her open palm over my cock.
The arousal in me was so intense I nearly came.
She was breathing hard, fast, and I knew she was right here with me, knew she was ready for me. But I wanted to hear her say it, wanted her to tell me the words.
I tipped her chin back, made her look in my eyes, and said, “Tell me what you want.”
She took long seconds to answer, but when she did, I saw her pupils dilate and smelled her desire saturate the air. “I want you to be my first. I want you to own my virginity, Cole.”
I groaned, not able to help it, not able to even try and stop myself.
“I need to fuck you.” I couldn’t help but stare at her chest, at the way her breasts rose and fell, her cleavage showing over the hem of her bra.
“Take off the bra, baby. Let me see you. Let me make you feel even better.”
Her throat worked as she swallowed, and before I had to tell her again, she was removing the bra, showing me how hard her nipples were and how flushed her skin was.
“The panties, Jana. Get rid of the fucking panties.” And like a good girl, she was pushing her panties down her thighs.
Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.
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