Page 65 of Captivated

Jesus.

Liliana twisted just enough to see Joe had come to stand right behind her, and he’d barely made a noise.

“I’m going to get you a bell to wear,” she told him.

“Fuck the bell.” Joe’s gaze darkened, and his hand finally left his cock, then. He stroked the curve of her back, and down over her ass. His touch left her skin on fire, and shiver racing through her blood. “Keep hold of the bar, Tesoro.”

Liliana laughed. “And don’t drop my leg?”

“Don’t even fucking think about it.”

He fitted his body in behind hers, and slid into her pussy with one long, deep thrust. The force was enough to send her flying up on her tiptoes with a gasp. The head of his cock hit something wonderful inside her cunt, and she wanted him to repeat it.

“Again,” she demanded.

Joe chuckled darkly, and his hand pressed hard into her lower back. “Liked that, did you? Fuck, this is a nice sight. I’ve got the best view of your cunt swallowing my cock, babe. You’re so damn wet—soaking me to my balls.”

His filthy words were a drug.

She wanted more of them.

And more of him.

“Do it again, Joe.”

Liliana barely got her demand out before he was pounding into her. A hard, brutal rhythm that sent her resting back over the barre, making her hold on for dear life. But damn, it was good, too. So fucking good.

He fucked her fast—relentlessly.

He fucked her wild—breathlessly.

She couldn’t think beyond the sounds of her own moans, the way his fingers felt digging into her skin hard enough to leave marks behind, and the noise their bodies made every time they met.

And Joe …

God, Joe.

Take my cock, Liliana.

Give me that pussy, girl.

And her personal favorite … Don’t you want my cum, ballerina?

She was a shaking, breathless mess against the barre after her third orgasm. And it was only then that Joe finally pulled out of her body, and yanked her leg down. She felt the loss of him instantly, but the deep pulsing between her legs only made her sigh.

Joe put her on her knees.

The condom was gone, then.

“Get my cum, ballerina,” he told her, “and don’t waste a fucking drop.”

Yes, please.

She sucked him off, and smiled at the sight of him losing control above her. So, maybe nothing was hotter than that.

Except the sight of him coming.

And the taste of him sliding down her throat.