TOUCH OF SIN

Chapter Thirty Seven

               Warning⚠⚠⚠
           Mature content😮‍💨
       Adults proceed. I insist 😮‍💨

Sherylin pov:

I don't how long had been twirling, whining, spinning, rolling and sliding on the pole for, but my energy was still full but my head had started swimming a little bit. I didn't know how much of this weird feeling but I didn't want to get any more high than I was. But i couldn't help it and just when I thought it couldn't get any better some burning started in my body.

I took a deep breath and tried to act calm as I continued with my routine on the platform. My hands were suddenly a bit shaky to hold myself upright on the pole and I opted for the floor whilst I kept my eyes on my client as much as possible who was begining to look more delicious by the moment. He hadn't moved an inch or complained yet. So I was seemingly doing a good job and though I couldn't see his eyes I could feel them on me the entirely time.. Another wave of warmth filled my body and whatever I had taken was more in control now.

I left my place on the platform and made my way to my  client. He seemed relaxed as he watched from behind his hood. He smelled so good another deja vu. I sat on his lap my back to him and did a lap dance. I grinded on his thighs like a crazy wanton woman but it wasn't enough so I moved back a little more till I was sitting on his manhood and started moving. Before I could repeat my movement strong hands stopped me in a vice grip and the owner hissed. I was lossing control and was going to fuck a stranger if I kept this on , another deja vu, but I didn't care. I arched my back and laid my head on his shoulder and tried to move again but my actions seemed futile against the iron grip on my hips.

"Sherylin" The stranger said my name in a strained voice.

A voice I knew so well. It could only belong to one man. Wesley Reeds, the man who had caused me so much heartache but he man whom I could not stop thinking about every day no matter how much I has tried to forget. The man who has filled me with so much joy and so much pain.

I seized in my movements for a split second, I was mad at Wesley and sitting on his lap was the last thing I wanted to do no matter how much I he made my stomach fill with butterflies. He had humiliated me on several occasions and I was done with him. That's what my logic was screaming but my body was saying something else. Every cell in my body wanted him.

His voice was enough to make me shudder. I blamed peach's candy. Another wave of heat hit my body and every melancholic cell in my body ignited with a thirst of something I wanted quenched. I moved my hips harder and he hissed again and cursed under his breathe.

He flipped me around so I was straddling him and he pushed the hood away from his face. His intense eyes stared at me with intensity as if he was trying to figure out what the hell was happening. My hooded eyes stared into his as if I was under a spell, his spell.

My body was still on fire and I squirmed in his hold. His grip hadn't loosened one bit and I could feel frustration building up in me. I didn't care that I was mad, I could deal with that another time. Right now he looked so delicious sitting there his eyes a dark pool of intensity and his lips looked so kissable. I leaned in to kiss him but he evaded my lips and one of his hands left my hip and grasped my neck in a slightly tight grip emitting a soft moan from ny lips surprising us both. I didn't know I was  into chocking till that moment.

"Sherylin" He whispered my name. "

"Are you okay?" His asked lowly as his brows narrowed.

"Touch me" I didn't even recognize my voice. All I wanted was to kiss him and do bad bad things to him.