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Now it was time for the real fun to begin.

I pulled out slowly until just the tip was still inside of her, and then I thrust back in.

"Oh God," she moaned, again pushing on the table to get more. And this time I didn't resist. I just let her push up against me as hard as she wanted, ramming my cock deep inside of her.

"You like that big black cock?" I asked.

"Yes. Fuck yes."

I thrust into her again and again, caressing her ass with one hand and pulling her hair with the other to get her to arch her back even more. Then I reached around and put my finger in her mouth. She immediately whipped her tongue around it and then took it into the back of her throat as if it were another cock. God, this girl is incredible.

I focused all my energy on not cumming too soon. There were so many things I wanted to do to Alina before this was over.

Chapter 47

Sunday

Bryce

I grabbed a random towel to cover up my junk as Tim and I sprinted into the hallway.

"What the hell?" asked the guard. Apparently he didn't know what was happening on stage, because if he did, my lack of pants would hardly be shocking.

"Long story," I said. "Where's the control room?"

"Why?"

"There's a uh...lighting malfunction. We need to check it out."

"Oh, okay. Down the hall to the right. Room 107."

We took off in that direction. Tim stopped me as we rounded the corner and saw there was another security guard standing outside the control room.

"Let me handle this," said Tim. "I feel like your current outfit and your bloody nose hurts our credibility slightly."

"Okay. But hurry." I wiped under my nose. Sure enough, there was a streak of blood on my hand.

Tim calmly walked up to the security guard and said a few things. Rather than going inside, he turned around and came back to me.

"No luck," said Tim, shaking his head. "He said no one gets in without proper clearance."

"Then we only have one choice."

"Are you going to threaten to flash him?"

"Just watch." I sprinted down the hall. I didn't even bother to slow down as I approached the security guard, I just wound up and put the full momentum of my run into the punch. He hit the ground like a bag of bricks. I had knocked him out cold.

God, it felt so good to hit someone again. I wasn't sure if I had ever been this angry in my life. I had already knocked out a few of the assholes on stage who thought Alina was some sex toy they could pass around. After we were done here I'd take care of the rest of them.

"Holy shit," said Tim. He had run down the hall as soon as he saw me land the punch. "Are you trying to get us sent to Brazilian prison!?"

"No. Although going to Brazilian prison might help you realize how Alina's probably feeling right now on stage."

"They have dance competitions in Brazilian prison? Hmm...maybe I would fare better than I previously thought."

"God damn it, Tim. Just help me open this door so we can turn those lights off."

Tim grabbed the key ring off the unconscious guard's belt and started trying different keys in the lock. A second later, a bearded guy wearing headphones and a black T-shirt opened the door.

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