The strength of his hands urging me forward.
My moans were no longer normal. They shifted to desperate sounds of a woman that was barely holding on. My legs weakened. I could hold it together no more. I shrieked in pleasure, so close and craving release. Surely, the guards and anyone else who was in the theater heard.
He was a master, flicking that tongue to a delicious cadence.
“Oh!” I writhed in pleasure.
In no time, an orgasm exploded through me. A violent rush. It was a scorching wave of pleasure. A bonfire of ecstasy. I burned with delight, glowing in carnal gratification.
Sweat misted my skin.
The tremor of the orgasm had barely faded, before his mouth was gone and he had me off the vanity table in a blur.
Dazed, I had no idea where I was supposed to go. I’d just came and yearned for more. All I could whisper was, “Fuck me.”
Fast, he had me on my feet, turned around, and bent over the vanity table.
In the mirror, I stared at my expression. Hair all over the place. The leotard was now only ripped material around my waist.
I looked at his reflection in the mirror.
A deep growl left him. “You want this cock?”
“Yes.”
There he stood behind me, fully clothed. Suit barely wrinkled. He licked his fingers. Then, he glared at me with lust in his eyes. “But do we have time?”
“Fuck you, Misha.” I pouted.
“Hmmm.” He tore at the tights some more, exposing my ass and then smacking it. “Ava. Ava. You make me crazy.”
“Please,” I begged.
He moved his hands to his pants, undid them, and pulled his cock out. Before I could plead for him to fuck me, he stuffed me with that fat length.
“Oh!” I cried out, shocked by his aggression, turned on by it too. “Oh!”
“You will say more than that.” He thrust deep into my pussy and pumped fast. Hard. Guiding my hips onto his cock.
And then he stopped,
pulled out abruptly,
and glared at me.
No! Come back!
Chapter 24
Misha
She’d given me space.
I understood, but my cock didn’t. It wanted to show her who’s pussy this was. I pulled out of that sweet, wet softness.
“What?” She gripped the edge of the vanity table. In the mirror, she stared at me in utter shock. “Misha, stop it.”
I clenched my teeth. “Stop what?”
“Teasing me.”
“You already came.”
“Please.”
My body hummed in desire, loving how she begged. Relishing in how much she needed my cock.
I reared up, resting back on my heels. How beautiful she was—bent over, bare ass, wet, and hungry? I almost felt guilty for making her wait. Making her yearn.
Watching her in the mirror, I gripped her hips, elevating them further, tilting her to the angle I craved. Anticipation glowed in those sexy eyes.
“Just like this is your pussy.” She pouted. “That’s my cock too.”
That fat length jerked from her words. So engorged. The swollen tip throbbed in hunger. Her pussy had wet him all up. Creamed all over it—from root to tip. I was slick with her and loved the warm, silk of her arousal.
Stop it. Don’t listen. We’re teaching her a lesson.
The wicked woman curved her lips into a smile. “Should I get Bob?”
Grunting, I drove my cock into her, rolling my hips, pushing back deep into that pussy, and showing her all the things Bob couldn’t do.
Goddamn it.
The lips of her hot sex clung to the base. It sucked me in. If I didn’t calm down, that pussy would swallow me whole. And I would never want to break free. Although I spread her wide, cramming my cock into her, although I’d filled her with every inch, she’d broke me open. She’d filled me too.
I groaned, “What would I be without you?”
I pulled out again and lay that wet, rock hard length on her ass.
Panting, she trembled under me.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” she cried. “Now.”
“But do we have time?”
“If you don’t stop with that.”
I lifted my cock up and smacked her ass with it. Those fat cheeks jiggled. With the other hand, I grabbed her bun that had already been coming apart, and I gently pulled her head back, forcing her into an arch.
“Hmmm.” I tapped her ass with my cock again.
She groaned in frustration and tried to get up.
I raised my eyebrows. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to take you.”
Laughing, I kept her down and in my grip, letting her get a sample of the unbearable torment I’d experienced without her.
I studied her reflection in the mirror.
Those eyelids drooped over dilated pupils. Even though she just had an orgasm, she was still turned on. She licked her lips. “You’re being evil.”
I whispered to my lovely ballerina, “Did you know that I could not give you time?”
“No.”
“No?” I slid the wet mushroomed tip of my cock along her skin, unintentionally teasing myself. Staying out of her was getting hard. Damn near unbearable. Here I was trying to teach her a lesson, and I was the one truly learning.