Page 7 of Dancing Struggles


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“You’re big.”

“And you’re fucking amazing,” I say, pushing my hand beneath her skirt and into her panties to touch her wet, hot flesh. I play with her, teasing as I urge her legs up.

She locks them around me as I pull her panties to one side and thrust into her.

She’s tight.

She’s so fucking tight and she’s the perfect fit.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she gasps and moans and whimpers with each thrust that knocks her back into the wall. I bite down on her throat, on her carotid artery, and she moans loud and guttural.

It’s the kind of song I could get used to. Fast.

She’s moving her hips to meet my thrusts and it’s an elemental coming together. Animalistic in all the right ways, erotic with a rough edge that leads us both higher and it’s good.It’s better than good. It’s fucking insane sex that’s pure fucking and I’m going to come. I can’t stop myself, it’s there, building in me, and the pleasure is something I need more than air, that release. And from her movements she’s close too.

The tightness of her, the way her cunt grips me with each long, deep, hard thrust, I can’t help wonder, in my lust-soaked brain, what the fuck it’s going to feel like when she comes on my cock.

How tight that’s going to be.

And I need to know.

I reach between us for her clit and I stroke it, moving my fingers until I find something she likes, I find that live wire and she gasps.

The sound is stunning, her body goes still and she arches her back as I pound into her.

“Oh, yes . . .”

She flies over the edge, and she convulses, her walls contracting on my cock like some kind of vice designed just for me. I come, pushing deep into her, my balls tight, and I find her mouth and plunge my tongue into her mouth as I empty into her.

As the waves of pleasure recede, I know I’m going to get to do everything I wanted to do to her—maybe more.

Fuck, I don’t need to be out of here tomorrow and I’m not sure I’ll get my fill. I won’t be seeing her after this, so I want it all now while I can.

I breathe heavily against her, and she’s boneless in my arms.

Slowly, I ease her down, pulling out, the skirt of her dress falling into place, but not until I get an eyeful of a vision that will fuel a thousand future fantasies.

Her bald pussy reddened, a little swollen, wet lips still parted, and her panties wrenched to one side.

A thousand? Endless.

Jesus fucking Christ.

We look at each other, and I’m getting hard all over again as I pull her up against me. I kiss her full lips softly, tasting her sweetness that just adds to the erotic power of her.

I smooth back her hair. “Sweet Sadie . . .”

“Is this where I thank you and we have some kind of awkward conversation and you get me to go?”

I stare at her and shake my head. Hand still on her waist, I spin her and start moving her back, deeper into my suite. The bed is just past the sofas, and it’s nice and huge.

“What are you talking about?”

That unsure girl peeks out, but she lifts her chin and gives me a long, hard look.

“And don’t,” I say, “tell me some crap about it being from experience because I won’t believe you.”

“It’s what men say when they get off.”

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