When We Dance

It was also hard for them to wait their turn while living vicariously through us. They needed to have patience and exercise wisdom.

I’d never seen Kai so turned on and Alejandro so tense.

Had he had his way, he would’ve punished her until she begged for mercy before plunging into her until he quenched his thirst.

He was not to fuck with that day, and Kai knew that. He kept an eye on him as much as he had kept an eye on me before.

His stare on me left me unfazed. I was too busy feeding on what was happening in front of me.

Her eyes gleamed with filthy, secret, dirty thoughts.

I didn’t think she’d go all the way. I thought she’d tease me and move on. Play with another man, turn her back to me, and blow one of them.

Or both.

Give me the chance to clutch her hips, plunge into her, and hammer her while she stroked their shafts with her mouth and her hand.

Like now… She couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop then.

It was all in her eyes and on her face. She got sucked into a haze. And she was drowsy, her senses overloaded with powerful, mixed sensations.

Pleasure and pain. Pain and pleasure. It was all in her.

Along with her unwavering determination to show the men in the room that she called the shots, and she’d do whatever she wanted.

I cuff the back of her neck and rest my fingers on her head, rocking my hips this time. Every time she goes down, I go up. And every time I go up, she goes down until I hit the back of her throat hard, and she moans with pleasure.

She occasionally likes to submit. But she never likes to have her will broken. She doesn’t have it in her. And she never will.

She is too much of a fighter. And fighters are born that way. They can’t be broken. That’s how they live. And that’s how they die.

Whoever ends up with this woman will be a lucky man.

She chokes on me and swirls her tongue around my flesh like the wild woman that she is.

Feet propped hard against the floor, I rock my hips, the pace only increasing, grunts rising from my chest.

I plop my hand hard onto the car door frame before gripping the metal with sweaty fingers. She pushes up to press her chest into my thigh, and I see her for what she is.

A magical woman breathing fire.

I’ll make it up to her, but now I need to ride this up.

Her fist moves fast while her lips roll, her moans and my grunts filling the space.

I push up and up, exploding under her touch, an electric storm zapping through my length.

“Fuck, woman…” I growl before I start to shudder, closing my eyes, losing it for a moment, my grip on her turning to steel.

The pleasure pounds through me, my entire frame shaking, my hips still moving, my release shooting straight into her throat.

Her moans make my hair stand on end, and my chest heave like crazy.

I slump back into my seat and peer at the view in front of us, transported into a different world.

My vision is blurry, the last shudders sweeping through me before my heart slows down.

She swallows my release, her fist wrapped around my dick, a few drops trickling down.