Two to Tango (Filthy Dirty Desires)

“I was too distracted by what you were going to do to me to pay attention to what I was doing until I realized what I was reading.” I dropped my head against his shoulder and heaved a deep sigh. “I just don’t understand why people have to be such nosy jerks. I get that what you do puts you in the public eye, but that doesn’t mean they have to try to tear our relationship apart like that. And what I look like shouldn’t even factor into it.”

Pressing his fingers beneath my chin, he tilted my head back so he could stare into my eyes as he murmured, “Don’t you get it, sweetheart? You’re so fucking hot and talented, they can’t see through the green haze of their jealousy.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Laughing, I rolled my eyes.

Cradling me in his arms, he stood and marched toward the bedroom. “Then I guess I’ll just have to show you how serious I am.”

7

Hale

“Yes! Hale! Yes!” Lisa cried out.

“Fucking hell, you’re still so damn tight,” I grunted, my feet digging into the mattress for leverage as I slammed my cock into her channel over and over. The headboard crashed into the wall, and I was pretty sure I owed Austin for not only a damaged bed but also a hole in the wall. “So good. That’s it, baby. Milk my cock. Oh, fuck, yeah. Fuck! Fuck! Lisa!”

Lisa’s back bowed, and she screamed my name as she broke apart, setting me off with her. I threw my head back and roared as my release barreled through me.

When I was spent, I rolled to my back, taking her with me so that I wouldn’t crush her.

Panting, Lisa collapsed on my chest, and I felt her pulse racing as fast as mine. “See?” I rasped. “Fucking irresistible.”

She giggled breathlessly and wrapped her arms around my torso, giving me a hug. “You convinced me.”

We lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes as our bodies calmed down. When Lisa shifted to get more comfortable, my cock sank a little farther into her slippery hole, and I groaned. The feel of her wrapped around me with no barrier was incredible, and I’d quickly become addicted to it.

I’d vaguely mentioned the lack of condoms to Lisa a few days after our first time. She was shocked that it hadn’t crossed her mind and asked if we should start using them.

I’d been tempted to tell her that there would never be anything between us when we fucked, but I knew that if she asked me to, I would wear one. So I told her it was her decision. She’d looked at me curiously for a moment, then shrugged and said, “Okay.” But either we were always so caught up in the moment that we forgot, or she didn’t care enough to remind me to put one on.

After a minute, Lisa sat up, and my eyes dropped to her tits, bouncing with her choppy breaths. They were only a handful, but they fit in my palms perfectly, like they were made just for me. I palmed the sexy globes and gently squeezed. “These are perfect, but I can’t wait to see them swollen and dripping with milk.” Saying it out loud made my cock thicken, and since I’d only softened a little bit, I was suddenly fully hard inside her and ready to go again.

Lisa bit her lip, and her blue eyes darkened as she shifted her weight, causing a sharp sensation of bliss to streak through me. “You really want to have babies with me?”

I moved my hands to her face and cupped her cheeks. “I want it all with you, baby. I told you, I’m never letting you go.”

Her expression turned soft, and I leaned up to kiss her. The movement caused us both to moan into each other's mouths. When I pulled back, I grinned before flipping us back over again. “You know, not a single person could dispute how real this is if I knocked you up.” Lisa’s eyes widened, and I laughed. “I’m just saying.”

“I could live inside this pussy, baby,” I groaned as I punched my hips harder, thrusting my cock so deep inside Lisa that my balls slapped against her ass.

The chatter of voices in the hallway reminded me that we were in my dressing room at the studio, and I moved faster, almost frantically, to get her off before we were discovered. Even if the door was locked, I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing my woman like she was right then. Bent over the dressing table, she had her skirt shoved up her back, and her ripped panties lay on the floor.

We’d danced the tango for the audience tonight, and just like every other episode, I was lost to the music and my gorgeous dance partner. I’d barely managed to keep my hands off her to learn the damn steps. But actually performing it, with the audience's energy and the sensual atmosphere they’d created on the stage, I was vibrating with hunger as the dance came to an end.