Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
“I’m ready,” Greta said with a nervous smile as she took my hand and led me toward the ballet room she’d installed in our new house. We’d only moved in a few days ago and hadn’t unpacked the majority of our boxes yet. We’d be celebrating Christmas in Las Vegas this year and our flight was leaving in the morning so we hadn’t rushed unpacking.
“I’ve been practicing every day. I hope you’ll like it.”
“I’ll love it,” I said when Greta released my hand to walk into the center of the room. I hadn’t wanted anything for Christmas from her except for a dance and today she’d finally grant me my wish.
My mouth ran dry as I watched her. I wasn’t sure why Greta had waited this long to dance for me. She was pure perfection as she twirled and bent her body to the music. She was grace and passion wrapped in one. If her knee gave her trouble, she didn’t show it.
I could have watched her forever, especially the utter happiness and passion on her face as she gave herself to the music.
When the final note faded away, Greta straightened from where she’d bowed low. Her eyes shone with excitement, then hopefulness.
“It’s the best Christmas present I could ask for.”
She smiled broadly. “It feels amazing to dance again.”
She headed for the bar at the mirror. “I still have trouble holding the Grand Plie for long and sometimes my leg cramps if I’m standing on my toes for very long but I’m improving every day.” She showed me which moves she meant, completely in her element. She raised one leg while she rose on her tiptoe, and I was momentarily distracted by the way her thong wedged between her ass cheeks. She was watching me in the mirror as she lowered the leg back to the ground. I prowled toward her like a starving lion. Her nipples puckered beneath her leotard. She wasn’t wearing tights or a bra. Apparently, I would be getting another present. All my fantasies about claiming Greta in her ballet outfit would finally become reality.
I came up behind her and touched her slender waist, towering over in the mirror. “Lift your leg.”
With an elegant move she raised her leg and put her ankle on the bar. This position allowed me to see how the crotch of her leotard wedged between her pussy. My mouth watered. I sank to my knees, shoved her leotard thong aside and licked her from behind, loving the access this ballet move gave me. I could feel Greta watching me eat her out in the mirror.
I didn’t give her leg a chance to give in from strain. I drove her toward her orgasm at high speed, too eager to fuck her in front of the mirrors.
She came in my mouth, her little clit pulsing against my lip, her juices dripping on my tongue.
Her fingers around the bars were white, her eyes closed as she basked in the pleasure.
I pressed a kiss to Greta’s swollen pussy lips before I scooted backward and pushed to my feet.
I unzipped my pants and freed my cock. Greta still had her eyes closed and her chest was heaving, her nipples hard.
She had lowered herself to her sole, one leg still suspended on the bar. “Get back on your tiptoe,” I said gruffly.
She did without hesitation but when she moved to lower her leg, I touched her calf. “This one stays up.”
She bit her lower lip as I guided my tip to her opening, widening my stance so I could reach her. I rubbed my tip over her slick opening before I pushed in my tip. Greta’s lips parted. I lowered my gaze, loving the sight of my fat tip buried in Greta’s beautiful pussy, how it welcomed my cock even though it seemed like it would never fit. Discomfort filled Greta’s face and I stroked her calf and thigh but didn’t stop.
I pushed deeper in, groaning as my tip was squeezed and stroked by Greta’s inner walls.
Greta’s fingers tightened further around the bar and I tilted her head back and lowered my mouth to hers as I filled her entirely. We kissed for a bit before I pulled back, unable to resist the need to see my cock buried in Greta.
This raw act of claiming Greta was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Greta released a shuddering breath. Her muscles briefly tightened their hold, making me grit my teeth before they loosened. She was always tight around me but I knew I could move now.
“It feels so good. Don’t stop.”
Soon Greta became even slicker as I worked my way in and out slowly. My cock glistened with her juices and I sped up. I wrapped my arms tightly around Greta’s chest as I pushed into her. In the mirror I watched Greta’s lust-filled face, her tiny nipples puckering against the sheer material of her leotard and my cock claiming her sweet pussy.