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More tears streaked down her sweet face. I pulled her into me, her face resting on my chest, tears wetting my shirt. Rubbing circles on her back, I tried to soothe her. “You don’t have to fight this. I’m here for you. I’ll do whatever it takes, just let me in.”

Her sobs slowed and she pulled away from my chest, to look up at me. I wanted to make her forget the worry behind those baby blues—take her stress away and replace it only with happiness. Because the truth was, I was falling for her too.

My hands embraced her face as I lowered my lips to hers. My tongue licked at the salt water that had fallen over her lips. I fed her my tongue so she could taste her pain for herself. Our mouths moved in desperation—mine to have more of her, and hers to forget why she couldn’t have more of me.

My mouth moved to her cheek and down her neck, alternating kisses and licks to erase her tears. My hunger for her was even stronger than the last time I had her. Her pants urged me to keep going. If she asked me to stop, I probably wouldn’t be able to.

Walking her backward, I pressed her up against the mirror, then stooped lower to get to her breasts. Peaked nipples made my mouth water. But no luck again. “Fucking leotards,” I growled.

Her tits shook as she chuckled at my frustration, making my cock jerk painfully in response.

I loved her dancing, but I hated her uniform—always stuck to her like superglue. Biggest cockblocker ever.Not this time.

I bent to the ground on my knees, my hands trailing down her sculpted legs until they reached her ankles. I unknotted the soft ribbons that held her shoes on, releasing them of their task. I slipped one shoe off, revealing a foot red from all the abuse she put it through.

Pulling her foot away from my hold, she fidgeted nervously. “Anyone could walk in here. What if someone catches us?”

I knew perfectly well that no one would dare to enter the studio, but I didn’t let her know I had ensured privacy, even though my original intention had been to talk. This was better than talking.

My fingers kneaded her foot, eliciting a moan from her throat. Throwing her head back against the mirror and closing her eyes, she quickly let go of all her hesitations.

I gave equal attention to her other foot after removing its shoe. My hands skimmed back up her legs as I searched for an opening. Her leggings cut off at the ankle, so I roamed her taught muscles, finding my invitation. I reached the crotch of her leotard, the scent of her arousal heavy through the fabric. Pressing my nose to her cloaked pussy, I inhaled her. Her back arched and her hips tilted forward, giving me more access to her area. “Mmm,” I hummed against her, my voice vibrating her sensitive areas. “So fucking sweet.”

“Jai, please,” she begged.

That was all it took to snap me into action. My fingers slipped under the crotch of her suit, ripping it open. I worked quickly, pulling the waist of her leggings down and off her legs, before tossing them aside as she pulled her damaged leotard over her head. I peered above me, taking in the gorgeous creature in nothing but a tiny black thong. My knees lifted off the ground, bringing me back to tower over her with my height.

Her eyes tracked me, waiting for my next move. Swollen pink lips parted, allowing faint breaths to escape. My mouth dipped down to hers, sucking her juicy bottom lip between my teeth, before nipping it sharply. Her cry called for my cock to pulse uncomfortably in my pants. It wanted out.

My hands moved down to her breasts, feeling their fullness. They were the perfect size—enough to fit in my palms. I pulled on her nipples and her moan damn near made me cum on the spot.

“Turn around.”

She obeyed my order and faced the mirror, watching the motions of my reflection. This position was so much more intimate because she could see everything I was doing while taking in how her entire body responded. Never in my wettest dreams could I have made this shit up.

I pressed kisses to the center of her back, tasting her sweat. Guiding her hands over her head and placing them on the glass, I growled, “Keep these here and don’t move them, or else.”

“Or else what?” She turned her head to the side to look for me, testing my patience.

“Or else I’ll slap this pretty ass of yours,” I said, popping the flesh with a quick smack to give her a preview of what would come. She squealed with excitement.

I quickly freed my throbbing member from the constraints of my pants and boxers, leaving it all bunched up at my ankles. Ripping my shirt off over my head, I gifted myself the feeling of her skin against mine.

I stroked my shaft as I took in the sexy figure in front of me. Seeing her at all angles was the most erotic thing I had ever been privileged to witness. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”

“As beautiful as you?” I caught her eyeing the sharp V that led to my cock as she licked her lips.

I needed in, now. I pulled on her hips to angle her ass out some more. The way she was against the mirror made her tits press against the glass, and her head turned to the side so she could no longer see me. I moved behind her, shoving her thong down. My hands positioned her ass, so it was rubbing against me, making her rise on her toes to reach the right height.

Smooth ass cheeks cradled my dripping length. She moved against me, allowing me to hump her from behind. God, this woman was driving me crazy.

One hand moved around her front, grazing the sprinkling of dark blonde hair on the way down. My other hand pumped my dick, prepping him for what he had been craving after far too long. “Keep your ass sticking out so I can feed your pussy, baby.”

“Wait…condom,” she managed.

“No. I’m fucking clean. No condoms, ever,” I grated out.

“I know, but…I can’t...if there…are others,” she panted as my fingers worked the quick circles on her clit that I knew she loved, especially since her hips were rocking with pleasure.

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