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Warm cream spurted into her mouth. God, he just kept coming, his thick, silky cock plunging between her lips. Finally, his thrusts slowed.
Sonia ached for his touch, her nipples tingling and her pussy on fire. Pulling back, she swallowed.
“That was fun,” she said hoarsely. “I should go.”
Strong hands gripped hers, pulling her to her feet.
“Should you?” Brendan murmured. The bright starburst of green against the brown backdrop of his eyes arrowed inside her.
Sonia’s breath caught. “Hell, no.”
Swift and sure, he backed her against the wall. Then he sucked on her neck, hard. Sonia’s head went light, and the floor careened under her feet. Brendan was caressing her shoulders, her bare breasts, her tummy, one hand sliding between her legs and the other under her ass. The white mesh fabric of her short skirt bunched over his wrist.
The fucking entitlement. He hadn’t asked to touch her, and he was obviously certain she’d melt for him with one brush of his magic hand against her pussy—
“Oh.”Sonia stifled a gasp in Brendan’s shoulder. As his fingers roamed over her mound, her hips lifted, begging for more.
“Do you want me to stop?” That was a definite glint in his eye. Here was the cockiness she was sure lay under his charming mask. He knew he was skilled at pleasing women.
Sonia prickled. “Don’t even think about it.”
The crotch of her leotard and panties were firmly pulled aside. Thick fingers met her pussy, exploring every soft crevice, making her shudder. Leaning back against the wall, Sonia lifted one leg to wrap around Brendan’s. She was relieved to see that stunned look creeping over his face again as he stared between her thighs. Sparks flew through her when he stroked her bare mound with his thumb, bringing it to her swollen clit.
“Fuck,” Sonia gasped as he pressed two fingers against her opening. She was tight with nerves for the show ahead, the ticking clock, the shock of letting Brendan O’Brian touch her so intimately when she’d only meant to suck him off and send him away. “Oh—”
“Sshhh.” Brendan massaged her entrance coaxingly until she opened for him, allowing him to sink inside. Immediately, her pussy clutched the invasion, trapping his fingers.
Suddenly, Sonia felt exposed. Brendan was inside her, making her helplessly aroused. She was more excited, and less in control, than she liked to be.
“So you think you can make me come when I have to be onstage in fifteen minutes?” she asked abruptly.
Brendan let out a growl. “You think I can keep my hands off you when you have the prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen?”
Shock and pleasure rippled through Sonia as his big fingers twisted inside her pussy. She never would have expected those crude, possessive words from Brendan. She definitely wouldn’t have expected tolikethem.
Shuddering with need, she stared at Brendan’s hand disappearing into her rosy folds, half-visible through the mesh of her skirt. He was fingering her faster, rubbing her clit urgently, telling her how hard she was going to come.
Standing in this position, her pussy was still tight and clinging, and his firm thrusts — hissavagethrusts — hurt a little. But she didn’t want him to stop for anything. Throbbing with painful pleasure, she pulled his head down for a kiss.
Brendan swore, his lips hot and insistent. “You love this, baby,” he whispered between kisses. “You need it. Say it.” Sonia let out a whimper, which seemed to be enough for him. “You’re going to come for me before you dance on that stage, sunshine.”
Sunshine?Sonia’s head jerked up. The fucker had to be kidding.
But her clit was being firmly massaged, Brendan’s fingers were moving deep inside her, his hard chest was pressing against her breasts, and his mouth was capturing hers with an intensity she’d never known he could manage. It was too much. She surrendered, toppling over the edge, heat and light flashing through her face, her chest, and her cunt in a wash of pure energy.
Brendan whispered a mix of profanity and praise as her pussy gripped his fingers, quivering again and again. Finally, her breathing slowed, and he eased out, curling his fingers for a parting stroke.
“Oh my God,” Sonia whispered.
Brendan said nothing. He just pressed his soaked fingers against her lips. In a daze, Sonia opened her mouth to suck off her own cream. As she swirled her tongue over Brendan’s fingers, he plucked a tissue from a nearby box and deftly wiped the slickness from her thighs.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Let me clean you up.”
Sonia stiffened. Brendan’s moves were a little too smooth now. But it felt so damn good — dangerously good — to be taken care of.
She grabbed a handful of tissues. “I’ll take it from here. Go. We’re starting soon.”
“I’ll find you after the show,” Brendan whispered, kissing her on the forehead. He flashed a dimpled grin, zipping up his fly and buckling his belt.
