I gripped the bar tight, holding both of us steady, but every muscle in my body twitched as she took my cock deeper down her throat.
Then she stopped.
A second trapeze swung close. She reached out, caught it with both hands, and let go of me, her body swinging away from me.
And in just one breath, she jumped and landed at the edge of the wooden balcony above us.
I followed. I caught the trapeze, swung forward, and jumped. My feet hit the wood just as she stepped in close.
She lifted one leg, pressing it against my thigh, hands wrapping around my neck to pull me into her. Her lips crashed into mine. My tongue met hers, twisting, hungry for her.
She climbed up, her other leg sliding over my hip, and pressed her body against mine. She guided my cock back inside her.
I knelt with her on the wooden floor, leaning back to give her room. She rocked on top of me, still kissing me, her hips grinding down hard as she moved.
Then I fell flat. She followed, her body landing on mine, our mouths pulling apart. She cupped her breasts in both hands, teasing herself as she rode me. Her moans came quick, one after the other, forcing mine out to match.
“Just like that,” I growled. “Ride me, my little Dolly.”
She arched her back and leaned away, lifting until only the tip of me remained inside her, then slid back down with a loud moan.
“Fuck,” she breathed, slowing her pace, hips grinding in lazycircles above me.
But I grabbed her by the waist and slammed into her, hard. Her mouth dropped open as she gasped.
I didn’t stop. I pounded into her fast, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her inner flesh clenching around me, tighter and tighter, resisting every inch I tried to bury.
Her fingers found her clit, rubbing it in fast, desperate circles as she whimpered between gasps.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
My cock swelled, the pressure building until I could barely breathe.
“Yes, Doll,” I groaned. “Come for me.”
I drove deeper. Her body locked around me, walls pulsing so tight that it dragged the orgasm straight out of me. I spilled inside her, still thrusting through it, still relentless.
She tapped my chest.“Yes... yes...” she cried, her thighs shaking until her whole body collapsed against mine, trembling.
Footsteps came nearby, and as soon as I heard, I clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Shh,” I whispered.
Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her body still twitching, her fingers still rubbing slowly over her clit as she dripped all over me, squeezing me tighter even now.
I shifted just enough to see. Two men in black suits, faces hidden behind black masks, walked around below the balcony. They passed us without a word, heading toward the exit.
“We have to go,” I murmured in her ear.
I slid her gently off me, pulled up my leather pants, and handed her my coat.
She nodded, slipping it.
I stepped onto the ladder and climbed down. She followed, still dripping between her thighs. Just the sight of her was alreadymaking me feel hard again.
Once we hit the ground, we moved fast, sneaking along the entrance. We ran down the wooden path, just as the two masked men made their way toward the house.
We rushed through the shortcut and reached the tent with the mirror maze before they did.
