Not yet

Throb, throb.

Spurt!

Her words were the final key, turning the lock on his control. He was a pressure cooker with a broken valve. The throbbing in his pants became a frantic, pounding drumbeat.

Thumpthumpthumpthump…!

Across the room, Karen stood frozen, one hand on her hip, her mouth still slightly agape. She might have been like Starfire in some ways but in others…yeah, a lap dance to a man that wasn’t her boyfriend was nuts. “H-h-huh…I-I really hope Dick isn’t…” she trailed, gulping when she saw that cock roar.

And the bathroom door was open a fraction wider. Two amethyst eyes now watched, wide with a mixture of horror and mesmerized fascination, staring directly at the epicenter of everything. Of that ordinary man’s cock.

A low, melodic hummed out of Starfire’s chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure as she finally settled herself onto him. The thick, straining denim of his pants pressed against her stomach. She giggled and had a finger trace the tip. “Mm, I doubt I could wrap a finger around this! It is like the cock of our old legends!”

The pizza guy heaved and stammered out, “L-legends…?”

“Yes! He whose cock cannot be wrapped by a woman’s finger shall be named King of Tamaran!”

T-that was a thing!? Was he king!?

“In our stories, it was a princess and a commoner that were able to come together because of this rule. Beautiful, is it not?” Her fingers ran circle after circle on the tip of his cock. Good god, was this seriously not cheating? Was this acceptable in her culture? The fabric was so thin, it was almost possible to see the faint outline of his cumhole.

She giggled, turned around, and started showing her bare ass to him. Starfire was a thicc woman. So even though her breasts were her greatest assets, that didn’t mean to underestimate her ass.

“G-gosh…!”

“You like it?” Starfire teased. Her ass went up and down, up and down, twerking and rubbing against his dick. She then opened up her cheeks and pressed down on his length, a slow, deliberate grind that made the air catch in his throat.

Squelch!

His cock was caged by her fat alien ass cheeks. His cock and his face were reddening.

His hips bucked involuntarily, a spasm of pure need he couldn’t control.

“Mmm, yes,” Starfire purred, her voice a husky vibration against his ear. “Your body speaks such a beautiful, honest language. It tells me exactly what it wants.” She went up and down, up and down, and then removed her ass cheeks from his cock. She momentarily walked off the couch, taking five steps forward, and then spinning toward him.

She blew him a kiss. “Mwah!” She did a sexy walk toward him. She smiled and giggled and asked, “Is this okay so far?”

He nodded furiously, with a cock throbbing. “A-amazing! The best ever…! No competition…!”

Starfire was delighted. So delighted in fact that she squealed, cupped her cheeks, grinned at the ceiling, and then hugged him with her boobs.

“Thank you, thank you! I appreciate the praise so much!”

Fuck. The word exploded in his mind, a ****, primal mantra. He could feel every single stitch of his jeans, every thread a tiny **** device holding back the inevitable. His hands, clenched into white-knuckled fists on the couch cushions, were slick with sweat.

She was just hugging him. Thanking him.

The lapdance was done.

Starfire reeled back. Starfire grinned at him. Her ass unintentionally pressed against her ass.

That was it. He tried grabbing her ass to remove her. But all he did was feel her booty cheeks and make it worse.

“S-sorry—!”