Page 77 of Swallow Your Sorries

Fair enough.

“You shouldn’t.” I gesture to the hardwood. “Now get on the floor and spread your legs wide.”

She shakes her head slowly. “No.”

I merely roll my neck left and gaze at Lee pointedly. He’s glaring back at us as we’re the only ones still standing.

At his impatient expression, Elle sinks to the floor.

Hale, Zedd, and Bae have taken their dutiful positions around us in a semicircle. They’re facing forward, cocooning us in the corner against the mirrored wall.

“You go first—” Elle begins, but I shove her shoulders, and the shock of falling immediately makes her legs sprawl out wide as she tries to catch her balance.

I use the opportunity to slide between them before grabbing her knees and forcing her legs into the butterfly position.

Beneath the thin fabric of her tights, goosebumps bloom over her skin at my touch. She’s nervous now, her earlier defiance gone, but she won’t let me see the panic, theexcitement,brewing in her eyes as she gazes up at the fluorescent lights.

The reflection of the bulbs in her irises reminds me so much of that downshot GIF she’s watched on repeat. The part when the girl looks up at the club lights only for her eyes to roll back into her head before fluttering close.

Is the same comparison running across Elle’s mind now?

Shit, her leotard is small.The wider I push her knees, the more the fabric rolls toward her smooth centre.

With each passing pulse and hold upon Lee’s instruction, more and more of her pussy peeks out. It’s puffy.Fat. So fucking fat and even more perfect than I could’ve imagined.

Her eyes are scrunched closed, but there’s no way she doesn’t feel the insane pressure of the fabric against her clit. Against her back hole as the swells of her ass devour the material.

Immediately I’m hard, and her little whimpers of pain as I try to get her knees as low to the floor as possible only makes me harder.

Fuck,her hip muscles are insanely tight, even for being cold. It makes me wonder about her dancing abilities. Has she improved since I saw her on the news last summer? If not, how could I exact my revenge?

I need her to be great.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I say, stretching her wider still and she lets out a louder grunt that sends a shot of heat straight to my cock, making it jump. “What kind of ballerina are you when you can barely accommodate my hips?”

“Mmm,” is all she can mutter as her hands shoot out to my shoulders as if to push me off, but every set goes by and she doesn’t. She doesn’t even realise what she’s doing, holding me so tightly, like she doesn’t ever want to let me go.

Such a warm invitation.

“Do you remember what I said the first time we met?”

She presses her lips tighter, ignoring me.

“I said your hips were made to accommodate someone else’s.” I slide closer to her core so that we’re touching my hardened front against hers. The moment I make contact with her slit, she jumps, her eyes flying open.

“What the hell do you think—”

“Have you ever had someone between your legs?” I ask, pressing harder until the crown of my cock pushes against her clit. Again she squirms, and it gives me exactly what I want. A full view of her cunt’s lips swallowing the crotch of her leotard. All that’s hidden now is her sweet little hole and clit. I push against her hard nub again, and immediately her knees fly open of their own accord, finally hitting the hardwood. I pin them down and she struggles to hold in her whimpers.

“You’re so responsive and I’m barely touching you… I’m the first one to touch you, aren’t I?”

Her nails dig into my shoulder harder as she tries to shove, then buck me off. “That’s none of your fucking business.”

“Everything about you is my business,” I say lazily, trailing my left hand from her knee to the apex of her thigh and massaging it. “All your tension is right here. Do you even stretch at all before you dance?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I stretch all the time.” Her words are meant to be snippy, but they sound breathy.

I lift a brow. “Then you must not be doing it correctly. Your hips should be opening up by now, but they’re as tight as your little virginal cunt.” I lock my eyes on hers, trying to find the answer in her wide green irises.

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