Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

DHANUSH'S POV

In front of me was Jennifer dancing her heart out as of there was no tomorrow. Each time she would jump, her top went up revealing a generous amount of her milky waist. Fuck! How much that belly button of hers had given me sleepless nights and wet pants. The actual sight of her C-shaped cups was demanding my attention constantly. I literally wanted to rip her skirt and that top apart, tear off her panties with my teeth and spank her for being this much sexy!

Unknown to my constant gaze, she was lost in her world dancing with such a grace which was making my want to grind her body against mine. I slowly moved towards her. The teacher there and her rest of the students were standing there transfixed with shocked yet terrified looks. Not just because of me but also four of my bodyguards behind me who had their guns ready in their hands. I motioned them to leave us alone and move to the adjacent room without uttering a single fucking word and without any protest, they did what they were told.

The music continued and Jennifer's moves were making my cock twitch in wild need. The way each move left her breathless, the ragged breath she was taking because of multiple spins on a single foot were giving me dark ideas of how I could leave her panting and gasping for air, screaming out my name on my bed.... soon.

If this is how she dances for a function then what will it be like when she performs a lap dance, exclusively for me? I could not help but think and my eyes darkened with desire and an ocean of lust seemed to be filling up my now-dark-brown orbs.

As the music began to increase its pace, her dance moves quickened, her hip dipped in and she in full confidence, swung her waist with each beat. Sweat beads were glistening on her skin. She was gleaming under the lights. I wss feeling jealous of a mere sweat droplet which slipped down from her forehead and through her cheek, trickled down her neck disappearing between those two seducing mounds of her chest.

Her smell of her sweat along with her body's scent was making me go crazy. Soon the song came to an end and she stopped with a dramatic pause. Still, she hadn't seen me standing behind her near the stairs. Then, she walked upto the platform. She brushed off the trails of sweat on her forehead and opened her water bottle to sip in some water.

I walked upto her and held her waist in my right hand. She was startled and began to struggle.

"Excuse me! Who the hell are you-" she screeched but was cut in by my lustfull rumble in her ear.

drawled while taking in her scent through her open hair. She stiffened in my hold. She seemed to have recognized me. I

black orbs were full of shock. I pushed back her lone strand of hair behind her ear. The mere brushing of my fingers with her cheek caused her breath to hitch. I let out a small

craved for me and hadn't spent a single day without my thoughts crossing her mind. I wanted to

quite. I wanted her to imagine all the dirty things my

this pencil is replaced by my finger?" I asked huskily as the pencil traced her lips, went down her neck and I inserted in between her breasts. Her

She opened her eyes and in them, were those red streaks of fury as soon, her face hardened. She sucked in a deep breath and

her arms in a hand

could sense that she could not stand me, but still she couldn't ignore how the air crackled with tension whenever we

said calmly

talk to

filled my eyes. My eyes glared like never before. She should have been scared. But all I could find in her eyes was

hands and spoke,"

the verge of blasting either with

hands again