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I’m fascinated as Ballas wraps his fist tightly around his stiff dick and casually strokes it from base to tip. I let out a puff of disappointment which elicits a cheeky grin from him.

“Is there something you want, princess?” His tone is raspy now, teasingly dirty, but the expression on his face is mischievous, a single eyebrow arching with amusement.

“Do you want my cock, sweetheart?”

“Mmm-hmmm.” I nod enthusiastically, generously licking my lips in preparation for his dick.

“Good girl. Then come here and suck it.”

I waste no time, bending over his lap while his hand lands at the back of my head, grabbing onto my loose strands of hair. I open as wide as I can, his hand guiding the head of his taut length between my lips. His cock slides over the flat of my tongue. My mouth is full of him. I drink in his scent and salty taste, then suck him in deep. When he hits the back of my throat and I moan around him, it draws out a long groan of satisfaction from his chest.

Using the flat of my tongue, I slide it up the steely length, teasing and playing as I go. His cock jerks in my mouth and I smile around the girth.

“That’s right, princess. Keep smiling when my cock hits you deep.”

His erection pulses inside my mouth, reaching for what it wants, as I hollow out my cheeks while sucking him back before sliding off and sucking around his perfect crown.

“Oh, fuck yeah…faster now…take it…yeah… that’s fucking perfect.”

His words encourage me on, as does the rough hand that fists my hair for leverage, directing my movements. He grips my hair tight and tugs, sending ripples of heat directly to my sex. I work to breathe, sucking air through my nose in tiny sips, when his cockhead hits the back of my throat.

I hum around the base and roll back up as I can feel the tension rising in the flex of his tight abdomen. His thick thighs underneath my palms ripple with tension and his hips buck and strain upward as I swallow him down.

Tears form in the corners of my eyes from the intrusion. I like the way this feels and the way Ballas dominates this space in my head and dictates the rules of my body.

I’m carefree and able to let go with abandon when it’s Ballas calling the shots.

Suddenly, Ballas wrenches free and yanks my head back, leaving my mouth empty and void of him. For a moment, I think he’s pulling out so he doesn’t come down my throat.

My eyes fly up to his as his chest heaves and his eyes burn with heat.

“I want to come inside your pussy.Now.”

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Ballas

I hoist Karis up from her knees and carry her over to the pool table that I’ve had dirty thoughts about since I first saw it. I want her bent over like an offering while I fuck her from behind, her legs spread eagle and her arms above her head. She huffs out a giggle when I set her down on her feet in front of it and begin to remove her clothes.

She leans back with her palms on the green felt and peers behind her. “The pool table?”

I waggle my brows and nod, lifting her arms up to tug off her sweater, exposing her supple breasts. I kiss along the slope of her collarbone as she arches her back and tips her head to offer me more. It’s a lesson in patience as I silently study her naked body, relearning every curve with the glide of my calloused fingers. My demanding lips explore the satin of her skin, drawing a path from the plunge of her cleavage down to her belly.

“The minute I saw this table, I knew I’d be fucking you on it.”

Her mouth quirks up at the corners. “Pretty sure of yourself.”

I crash my mouth to hers, plunging my tongue between her lips as I wedge my hand between her legs. Dipping my finger between her folds, I flirt with the wetness there and then draw it up to her belly button, circling the wetness over her navel.

“I had a good idea this would happen sooner or later.”

She moans when I gently push at her shoulders until she’s flat against the table and then bend over her stomach to lick her essence away with the tip of my tongue.

She bucks her hips up. “Don’t tease me, Ballas. We’ve waited long enough.”

With a growl, I press my palm on the flat of her stomach.

“Bossy little princess, aren’t you?” I return my fingers to her pussy and sink them into her tight, wet heat. We both groan in synchronicity.

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