Page 226 of Sweet Temptation

“I don’t like anyone hurting you.”

“I know,” she said. “And don’t worry. That man out there doesn’t have the power to hurt me anymore.” She looked deep in my eyes, and I believed her.

I slid my hands up her body, drifting them over her tits, then up her neck. I skimmed my fingertip over her bottom lip… and she made a soft, hungry sound.

I dove in and kissed her. She scooted her ass up on the makeup table and wrapped her legs around my hips. I pressed into her, grinding my eager dick against her, and she rubbed against me. I plunged my tongue into her mouth over and again, and as her hands started working at my belt, I decided she was getting naked.

Right now.

I peeled the straps of her stretchy red costume off her shoulders, baring her tits. She had on those stick-on bra cup things, and I peeled those off, too. She squealed like that kinda hurt, and I leaned down to sweep my tongue over her breasts, bathing her nipples in warmth until she sighed.

She got my dick in her hand and squeezed impatiently.

I ripped the costume down, along with the sheer tights and her little panties, getting it all tangled up with her boots. When I realized it wasn’t gonna come completely off nearly fast enough, I yanked her off the table, spun her around, and bent her over it.

She thrust her ass toward me as I slid my fingers between her legs. I rubbed her clit until she was basically purring. “Ronan. Yeaahhh…” she moaned, and I lined up the head of my cock with her wet cunt.

Then I pushed into her, holding her by one hip and a shoulder to keep her where I wanted her.

I filled her and she gasped. I groaned.

This position had its definite advantages… I could see her in the mirror as I gave it to her. Her face, her tits, everything, laid out beneath me as I fucked her.

I drove into her again and again, until I was sweating.

I paused, once, to tear off my shirt. Then I kept at her.

I reached around and pinched her clit with my thumb and forefinger, watching her face. She was lost in pleasure, crying out as I rubbed her clit and fucked her at the same time. I grabbed her breast with my other hand and pinched her nipple, and her mouth fell open.

She braced herself on the table as I fucked her harder.

I rubbed her clit faster, matching the rhythm of my cock plunging into her.

When she came, I got to watch the whole thing in the mirror. Her face as she cried out, her eyes rolling closed.

My name on her lips, just dangling there in a silent gasp.

She’d barely come down when I ripped my dick out of her and exploded on her back. I rubbed myself off with my hand. While I did that, she reached back to squeeze my balls, almost making me black out.

“Babe,” I groaned, easing her hand away when it got too much.

She slumped beneath me with a satisfied sigh, catching her breath.

I reached for some tissues on the makeup table. I could’ve come inside her, but I tried to be a gentleman about it since we were in the middle of a party. I figured this would be easier to clean up.

I wiped my come off her sexy back.

She smiled at me in the mirror. “That was… deliciously aggressive.”

I met her eyes as I struggled back into my pants, my muscles still shaking from giving it to her so good against the table. “Did I hurt you?”

“Not really. I like your aggression.” She turned to face me, all naked and sweaty, her costume still around her knees. “I like it when you get all jealous and worked up at my shows, and have to fuck the hell out of me backstage.”

“Well… that’s good. Because I don’t see it stopping anytime soon.”

“Do you have any idea… how long I’ve fantasized about a man who’ll fuck me like you do?”

She said that to me, her eyes shining with post-sex pleasure… gazing at me like a woman in love.

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