The Stripper’s Prince

Boiling Point

Anthony’s POV:

I look out the window and see Brent, looking at us intently. Tara screams for a second before holding her chest and breathing in and out. She seems to calm down rather quickly but I don’t as I rush to throw clothes on. I was going to bash the creeps head in and I was going to enjoy it. The moment I finish pulling my boxers up, I feel my girl gently touch my arm.

I look down at her and she’s smirking...what...the...hell.

“Baby take those back off.”

“Are you insane, there’s a maniac watching us f**k!!”

“I know...it’s time I show him that he can’t haunt me forever. That what he did to me will no longer hold me back from being with a man again. He dirtied my bed...but you f*****g me senseless will clean it up baby.”

We both look back out the window and his calm demeanor vanishes. It’s replaced by a new one: confusion. He seems to be wondering why we’re no longer freaking out.

I walk towards the window and open it, surprising him further.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

We ignore him and walk back to the bed, ready to perform like we were in the porn industry. We look at each other before kissing passionately and deeply. She whimpers as my tongue prys her mouth open and she readily accepts it. They dance around like their performing the tango before she sucks it further down her own throat.

I moan and grip two handfuls of her ass, occasionally slapping it. She moans at the feeling and presses her body tighter against mine.

She pulls away and looks back at me with a sly look before climbing on to the bed slowly. Her ass up in the air as she slowly makes her way to the middle. She looks back again, this time not breaking eye contact as she jiggles her ass and goes face down, teasing me. My d**k is so hard it’s sticking straight out at this point. f**k this girl was gonna get it.

I go to get some protection like I always do but she uses her leg to block my walking path.

“I want it raw like when you f****d me for the very first time.”

“Damn baby, just how dirty is your mind right now” I breathed and she looked me straight in my eyes and said

-“It’s f*****g filthy daddy.”

I was shocked and turned on at the same time, now so horny I’d do anything and everything to her that was physically possible.

I crawl in between her legs and suck on her, listening to her soft moans. I continue while my hand slowly makes its way to her pissy lips, rubbing my finger in circles before plunging on inside her. Instantly she arches her hips up and cries, clinging onto my shoulders and holding on for dear life.

I finger her faster and faster, feeling her walls tighten so I know she’s close to an orgasm. I stop and she looks up, begging and whining for me to continue but I give her something better.

She screams as I’m fully inside of her, shaking her head everywhere and cursing out loud.

“Anthonyyyyy!!!” She screams and I pump faster.

That’s right baby, say my name I moan before switching her and f*****g her from behind.

One hand keeps a firm grip on her waist while the other is pulling her hair, making her p***y clench and bringing her to her second orgasm.

“Who does this belong to?!” I grunt and she screams in response.

“You baby! It’s yours daddy!!!”

As I release inside of her, I’m suddenly thrown across the room with a hard thud as I hit the floor. This time she’s screaming but not in a pleasurable way as Brent snatches her off the bed in anger.

Before he can do anything else, I tackle him and everything goes black. I’m completely blinded by rage.

Tara’s POV:

I was terrified when the two men began to fight in the middle of the floor. My head was throbbing after Brent practicing yanked me across the room. He was truly insane. A small part of me was amused even though I shouldn’t be.

Why?

Because Anthony was fighting naked and his hard d**k was everywhere. He actually looked like a Greek god. Toned. Sexy. And naked. Very, very naked.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when they crashed into my wall, creating a huge wall. And still they continued to fight. I wrapped a blanket around myself and ran over to try to pull them apart. They both screamed for me to get away for safety as they continued to exchange blows. My mother and step father ran into the room and instantly went to break them apart.

My mother screamed while my step father broke them apart instantly.

“What is going on in here?!” My mother screamed and looked at all of us.

“What’s going on is this pervert has lost his mind!!” Anthony screamed charging into Brent again. This time they both looked crazy grabbing objects to beat each other with. Brent pulled out a switch blade and Anthony grabbed a lamp and smashed the bottom, holding a long sharp piece of glass in his hands.

“What you got?!” Brent screamed and Anthony told him to make a move.

“Stop it please” I begged and when nobody listened I screamed out in tears.

“Please don’t do this baby please! I think I’m pregnant!”