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I let out a slow breath, closing my eyes as I continued to bend…down…down…all the way down. Having a super flexible body was the most important thing when it came to ballet, and it made it possible for us to reach positions not everyone could.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed, and it thrilled me to know I pleased him.

“Touch your toes—just like I’ve watched you do so many times.”

My fingers reached my feet, legs perfectly straight and spine relaxed. Tension caused stiffness in the body, and in order to pull off the perfect positions in ballet, you needed to learn how to shake tension like it was nothing but dust.

Granite’s hand reached between us and slowly rubbed the tip of his cock against my ass. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this, seeing you bent down and spread wide open just for me.”

My sex clenched, my insides wound tight with anticipation.

Up and down, he dragged his cock through the slit of my ass, then dipped lower, brushing it against my sensitive folds, all exposed and swollen with need.

I moaned, and it was hard to control the overwhelming urge to move my hips in search of him.

With leisurely circles, he continued to tease my flesh with his cock, nudging at my entrance, taking me to the point where my body would ready itself to take him, but then he would move away, leaving me panting and needy.

Abruptly, his hands gripped my hips, and he forced me back up, swinging me around to face him.

I gasped when I met his eyes—dark and wild, almost menacing, like there was nothing but wicked fantasies hidden behind them.

“Now lean back.” He tightened his hold around my waist and pushed a thigh between my legs, earning a sinful moan from my lips. “Let me see you stretch this beautiful body of yours.”

I sucked on my lower lip, loving the way his hard body felt against mine. He pressed harder with his thigh against my sex, and my eyes rolled closed.

Leisurely, I started to lean back. The more I bent backward, the more pressure his thick thigh applied between my legs. It felt so good, my core fluttered while my body craved more friction. More pleasure.

I let my arms fall to the side, and with a gentle tug, he pulled me up as he came down, taking a hard nipple in his mouth.

I whimpered and moaned as his tongue lapped and licked. Gently, he moved me up and down, rubbing me up against his thigh, never letting my nipple slip out of his mouth.

My hips started to join the rhythm, my body too eager, too hungry to find the crescendo of pleasure I knew waited for me.

“Your pussy is so wet, I can feel it coating my thigh.” His lips clasped over my other nipple, this time sucking harder, nipping with his teeth as he let it go. “You like working that pussy of yours against my leg?”

I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop rubbing against him, wanting so much more.

His hand flattened against my back, and he brought me back up, a rush of air escaping my lungs.

“Get on the bed. On your stomach.”

“Granite, I need⁠—”

“Now.” With a violent jerk, he spun me around and pushed me on the bed, my body slamming against the mattress.

I flipped my hair over my shoulder, trying to look back when he grabbed my hips and pulled me down to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the side.

“I need you to spread those legs of yours, ballerina girl. All the way fucking open.”

I grabbed hold of the sheet, twisting it between my fingers while he pressed against my inner thighs, splitting my legs open as he pushed them on the bed. “Every fucking time I watched you split these legs, this is what I imagined. Having you face down, legs split, and pussy weeping for me.”

I pulled at the sheets. My eyes closed while my body hummed with so much sexual tension, I could feel it vibrating all the way to every goddamn bone.

His hands disappeared from my thighs, and when I glanced over my shoulder, I saw him standing straight, staring down, gripping his cock in the palm of his hand.

“Granite—”

“Shhhh. Let me enjoy this fucking moment.” Up and down he pumped his cock, taking his pleasure in his own hands.