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"Good, because I don't think I could stop if I tried. You're a goddamn masterpiece." His mouth covers the skin of my neck and he sucks hard, this time giving me a hickey everyone will see, like he's autographing my skin, claiming it as his own, and I don't give a damn as long as his hands keep skating over my body and his hard cock keeps rubbing against me.

I wrap my leg around his waist and line myself up with the bulge in his boxer briefs—his pants are still crumpled on the floor where I first took them off. A tilt of my hips, and I moan loudly just as the music stops. Shit.

He grins. Loosens his tie, balls it up, and shoves it in my mouth. I spit it out as I push his dress shirt off his shoulders. "I have a better idea."

Lowering myself to my knees, I wrap my fingers around his waistband and drag his boxers down his legs, freeing his cock.

I know my way around a cock and have seen plenty of them, but this one… I couldn't have picked a better man to fuck. He's thick and veiny and gloriously hard. He's got a light dusting of hair that only makes his hard length more prominent.

I eagerly touch the tip, twirling my finger through the pre-cum that's gathered there. I look up at him as I bring my finger to my mouth and suck.

"Fuck," he curses, head falling back against the wall, before instantly looking down at me again.

I lick his cock, and his hand slams back into the wall.

"Fuck, your tongue feels so good."

"You should know, I haven't sucked a man off in a decade. Not since high school. I don't get on my knees for just anyone." I flip my hair over my shoulder, trying to hide the insecurity I feel. "I might not be very good at it."

"Superstar, there is no way you won't be spectacular. This mouth of yours," he tugs my upper lip, "it's perfect for my cock. Now, open up and let me prove it to you."

A second later, I'm deep throating him, opening wide the same way I do when I sing, breathing through my nose so I won't gag.

"Oh fuck. Fuck, superstar. You look so damn good with my cock in your pretty mouth. I wish you could see yourself. I didn't think anything could beat seeing you perform on that stage, but you on your knees spreading those lips for me, and me alone… Fuck, this is better. Your mouth is heaven." He strokes my cheek. "No one's ever taken me so deep." His fingers thread my hair. "You're incredible. Just like I knew you would be. Such a good girl, swallowing my cock like a pro."

He moans, and I pick his tie up off the floor and toss it at him. He laughs, but shoves the whole damn thing in his mouth. His praise doesn't stop though, he just communicates it differently, in eager nods of his head, clenching of his fists, thrusting his hips. Pulling my hair. In the twitching of his cock against my tongue.

Just before I think he's gonna come, he pushes me back, drops to his knees in front of me, pulls the tie out of his mouth, and tugs me in for a heavy kiss. We've both had our mouths all over each other, but this is the first time we've kissed and it feels like a promise neither of us wants to speak aloud.

Kneeling pelvis to pelvis, he adjusts his cock between my legs, grips my ass, and guides me to rub myself along his shaft, coating him in my arousal. The movement gives my clit the friction it craves, and I pant my echo of his praise. "You feel so good."

He grins, grabs the tie, wet with his saliva, and shoves it in my mouth. "Be a good girl and keep that pretty little mouth of yours full while I fuck you."

He sits back on his heels and reaches for the condom on the floor next to his pants. While he's searching for it, I decide to do something I hadn't planned. By the time he turns to me again, it's done, waiting for him to find later.

Still on my knees, I run my hands up my body, savoring the sensual feeling of my touch. His eyes never leave mine as he rips open the condom wrapper and rolls it slowly down his shaft.

"You're so damn gorgeous, superstar. I can't believe I get to see you like this." He lifts off his heels and raises one leg to the side of my body, knee bent and foot on the floor, so he looks like a prince purposing. He slots my body against his and wraps one of my thighs over his lifted leg.

Then he meets my gaze. "You ready?"

With the tie balled up in my mouth, I can't speak, so I reach between my legs, grab his cock, and guide him to my entrance.

He tilts his hips at the same time as I tilt mine, driving him inside me as if slotting a key into a lock.

I claw at his back, using him for balance and purchase. Positioned on our knees, we teeter, both needing to focus on balancing so we don't fall as he plunges into me. He's forced to make small movements, grinding more than thrusting, never leaving the places where I want him for long. I'm already panting and throbbing and so damn close. I can feel the heat of release building at the base of my spine.

Gripping my hips, he leans his upper body back so he can see me as I ride his cock towards my climax. His gaze stays on my face despite the erotic view of our bodies pressed together and my breasts bouncing heavily with each small thrust.

"So beautiful. So gorgeous." He whispers over and over like a worshiper at church, singing the chorus. "So damn beautiful. Unforgettably gorgeous."

I come in a crescendo that swells across my body and slams into him with a force I can see in his tense muscles and expression of ecstasy.

"You're choking my cock, superstar. Choking it so damn tight," he grits out, grabbing my throat like he wants to show me what my pussy is doing to his cock. He tightens his grip just enough to make my breath turn shallow, then he's throwing back his head and exploding inside me. I feel every kick and twitch and throb of his cock, and it sends me into a second, even stronger, orgasm.

After we're both spent, he lowers us to the floor on our sides and kisses me softly. For the first time, I'm aware of what's happening on the stage. Shit, I'll have to run if I'm going to make the costume change.

"I have to go." I stand up, scrambling into my skirt. He joins me on his feet, not bothering to hide the disappointment on his face, and helps me pull my shirt and corset over my head.

"Can I see you again?" He's an adorable, lovesick puppy. Even more star-struck than before.

"Maybe." I smirk. "If you find yourself in need of another autograph."

I kiss both his cheeks, then run out of the room.

What he doesn't realize is that I wrote my phone number on his boxers when he reached for the condom.

Hopefully, my number one fan will realize he has a number one fan of his own and call me. Because I definitely want to ride that beautiful cock again.