“More, I need more,” she says grinding her pussy on my still clothed thigh. Remedying that, I remove my pants and boxer briefs. “Holy shit,” she breathes, pushing me back from her. She moves to get down on her knees, but I stop her.
“We have the rest of lives for that, baby. I need to be inside this cunt now,” I say roughly. She nods and straightens back up. I lift her in my arms, putting her back against the mirror. Using one hand, I hold her up and the other I guide my cock to her opening. I am barely an inch inside of her and she is tight. So fucking tight. She’s squeezing the life out of my cock.
“Do it,” she breathes, and I slam forward through her virginity. Pausing, I give her a minute before she surprises me by moving her hips. Fuck, I was not expecting that.
“Shit, baby. I’m sorry,” I say but I am unable to stop thrusting my cock in and out of her. She is wielding a power over me. “I had no idea. I should have made our first times better for the both of us.”
“What?” she breathes. “No, no, no. This is perfect. Give me more,” she says, leaning forward and kissing me. I fuck her as hard as I can, mindful of the mirror behind her.
I feel the moment she comes on my cock causing my balls to tighten and I fill her with my seed. Suddenly, all I can see is her bred with my babies. I pull out of her, still hard, and set her on her feet.
“I am not done with you yet, baby,” I say turning her to face the mirror. “Don’t take your eyes off of me, baby. I want you to watch while I fuck your pretty pink pussy.” I kick her legs apart, gripping her hips, I slide back into her agonizingly slow. Fuck, I could live in this cunt. I watch her face in the mirror and I can tell she likes seeing us like this and it turns me on even more.
I’ll never forget today as long as I live. It is the day that all my fantasies came true.
4
Calliope
I wake with a start and look around the unfamiliar room. Where the fuck am I? What smells so good? I sit up and squeak when the sheet falls down and I find that I am completely naked. My thighs instantly close. My pussy is deliciously sore, and I love it. Everything comes flooding back to me about what happened yesterday. I called my friend Aimee. She is another dancer on the show. She just giggled and told me that I hate Aidan because I want him. I growled at her, telling her to shut her face. Then I fell into a restless sleep, my pussy wet. I couldn’t stop thinking of all the things he could do to me with that amazing body of his.
I have no idea what possessed me to dress the way I did this morning. All I know is that I wanted him to think I was sexy. When he came in the studio and growled, I almost came. The way his eyes darkened, and his nostrils flared was so fucking hot. I bite my lip and think about how he fucked me against the mirrors. He made me watch him as he fucked me over and over until I was limp in his arms.
I must have passed out from exhaustion because I don’t know how I got into what I hope is his room. Grabbing the sheet, I wrap it around myself then go in search of him. Following the smell of deliciousness, I make my way into the kitchen. When I walk in, he is in a pair of low hung basketball shorts and his tattooed arms flex as he reaches into the oven and grabs something from there. When he turns around to put it on the counter, he sees me and gets a huge smile on his face.
“Hi, Princess.” I blush and tuck a wayward hair behind my ear.
“Hi.” He grins and takes off the oven mitts.
“Are you hungry baby?” I bite my bottom lip, letting my eyes drink him in. He has a six-pack with well-defined pecs. He is in amazing shape. Hell, he has to be in order to do half the dance moves we do. I gasp when I look down and see the outline of his hard cock.
“Princess, if you keep looking at me like that, I am going to feed you my cock and not this meal.” He growls walking towards me.
“Okay,” I say breathlessly and let the sheet I am holding go. His steps falter as he looks his fill.
“Fuck, Calliope. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” My face turns bright pink. He reaches me and I have to tilt my head back to keep my eyes locked with his. I gasp when he lightly runs his hands down my sides. “How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?” He kisses me softly.