I was so hard that I had to keep Lisa standing in front of me during our evaluation. Her ass had brushed my cock, and I covered the mike on my lapel before growling in her ear to stop teasing or she’d be doing the tango on her back as soon as we returned to my dressing room.

The little witch had giggled softly, then wiggled her ass again, and I pinched it hard, making her jump. “You’re just begging for a spanking, baby,” I grunted before raising my head and flashing the judges and audience a charming smile. “We worked hard on this dance, and I couldn’t be happier with how it turned out.”

“Well, all the practice certainly paid off,” said one judge. “That was probably the best tango we’ve seen on the show. Great job, Hale.”

I laughed and very subtly pulled Lisa tightly against me and bucked my hips just a fraction. “Thank you. But it takes two to tango. I’d never have gotten this far in the competition if I didn’t have the perfect partner.”

“On and off the stage, it seems,” Jenika butted in, trying to turn the conversation personal, like she did during every show. I had a feeling the producers were pushing her because Lisa and I had kept a low profile, staying professional whenever they came to film rehearsal. We didn’t hide our relationship, but neither did we flaunt it or give them any drama to prey on. It hadn’t hurt our rapport with the audience or judges, though. The chemistry that erupted between us when we danced seemed to keep them happy.

“Yep,” I replied simply.

Jenika’s lips pinched for a half second before she broke out into a big smile and faked a laugh. She asked a few more leading questions, and we artfully dodged them, pissing her off even more. Lisa threw a couple of innuendos in there that had me fighting not to laugh and groan at the same time. She was only making me harder by the second, and it was becoming painful.

When we were finally able to walk off the stage, we had to go rather slowly because every step was agony on my poor dick. Thankfully, Lisa stayed in front of me, hiding my condition. Once we’d reached the dressing room, I lost control.

I’d grabbed her in a soul-deep kiss, and we’d stumbled over to the nearest flat surface.

“Hale,” Lisa moaned as she gripped the edges of the table.

I slapped one of her lily-white globes and felt a burst of satisfaction at seeing my handprint marking her. “Quiet,” I commanded. “No one is allowed to hear your sounds of passion but me.”

She whimpered, and I spanked her other cheek. “You were a bad girl tonight, sweetheart. And don’t think this is your punishment,” I ground out, my teeth clenching with the effort it was taking to hold back my orgasm. “This is gonna be quick, but when I get you home, I’ll show you how it feels to be teased.”

I smacked her ass a few more times as I pounded in and out of her. On the last one, her muscles clamped down on my dick in a vise grip, tensing in preparation for her climax. When her release hit her, she cried out, and my hand shot out to cover her mouth. I pulled her up, pressing her back into my chest, and buried my face in her hair to muffle my own shout as I exploded inside her. Hot jets of come spurted into her womb, and I pumped my cock a few more times, bumping her cervix to make sure I was filling her as deeply as possible while her body was soft and open from her orgasm.

After I emptied myself inside Lisa, I pulled out, groaning at the way her pussy tried to keep me from withdrawing. I tucked myself back into my pants, then lifted her into my arms and kissed her softly before striding into the bathroom. Setting her on the counter, I grabbed a hand towel from a shelf and knelt to clean between her legs.

I hated seeing any of my seed slip out of her, but it wasn’t like I could put a cork in her pussy to keep it from escaping. I knew this because I’d asked. To which she’d responded by hitting me with a pillow before I’d tickled her until she begged me to stop. Since she was opposed to the plug idea—in her pussy, anyway—I’d fucked her again for good measure.

There was a wet spot on her skirt when I put her back on her feet, and Lisa smirked. “You are going to be in so much trouble if you stained my costume, Hale,” she teased.

I smacked her ass and gently pushed her back into the dressing room. “Afraid they’ll know what it is?” I volleyed back with a wink. Her cheeks bloomed with pink, and I laughed as I wrapped her up in my arms.

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