Page 62 of Where You Left Me

“You sure you wanna play the game?” he growls.

Looking up at him and seeing how much he wants me makes me feel a million different sensations. It makes me feel powerful, loved, and desired. I want to drink in this moment. I don’t know how many more we’ll have. I soak it up and bottle it, in an attempt to savor it.

“Because I can think of a different game we could be playing.”

“What’s wrong, you don’t like playing pool with me?” I try to play coy. But he knows me better than that. Probably knows I want him as much as he wants me.

“I love playing pool with you,” he says, a crooked smile on his lips. “Especially when you’re choking up on that pool stick and imagining it’s my cock.”

I snort a laugh. It’s a line if I’ve ever heard one. But it still riles me up.

Jones always riles me up.

“I hope I treat your cock a lot nicer than that,” I say, quietly.

My words turn him inside out. In an instant, his eyes are flickering with lust and his jaw ticks.

“Stop being so nice, Peaches. Because what I want you to do with my cock is anything but nice.”

“Yeah? And what do you want?” I challenge, licking my lips.

His blue-grey eyes are animalistic. “I want to stuff my cock down your throat and choke you with it.”

My legs tremble.

“But now I’m so turned on I’ve lost all my patience.” With that, he unzips my pants and shoves them down my legs. I inhale in a whoosh of breath.

He lifts me at my waist and sets me firmly on the edge of the pool table, the wood ledge bites at my skin. But as soon as he lowers to his knees, all the discomfort floats away.

“Look at you, you’re so fucking horny for me, you’ve already soaked your underwear.”

It’s the truth. My hard-up pussy can’t deny it. It throbs for attention.

Hisattention.

Jones answers. He sucks my clit through the silky fabric of my thong. Intensity erupts and sends bursts of pleasure racking my body. I can’t hold in the moans or the whimpers of his name from my lips. Every nerve ending is hanging on by a thread waiting to come unraveled.

As soon as he tugs my thong down my legs, I’m antsy. I tether my fingers into his hair as he buries his face between my legs. It’s the epitome of surrender. To relish in pleasing me, taking care of me, cherishing me.

All my emotions tangle and weave and I can’t tell which way is up or down or who is in control anymore. All I know is I need him. All of him. Inside me, now.

“Jones, I don’t want to fall apart until you’re inside me,” I admit, my voice soft and raspy.

He peers up at me, over my breasts, and skims his hand across my belly. “You sure? Because once I sink my cock into your pussy, there’s no stopping. I will fill you with my cum until it’s running down your legs.”

Holy shit that’s hot.

I let my head fall back, my breathing too fast.

“Eyes on me, Peaches. I want you to watch and see what you do to me when I fuck your irresistible cunt.”

“Jones,” I shriek, tossing a hand over my face.

“That’s it, you can say my name just like that while I pound into you over and over.”

I snort a laugh, even though I know he doesn’t intend to be funny. It’s just there are too many emotions working through me all at the same time and one way or another I’m going to explode. My hope is, it’s by way of a mind-blowing orgasm.

He drags the tip of his dick over my entrance, once, twice, three times, and each time I hiss a sharp inhale of breath until he finally dives into me. I gasp as he fills me to the hilt. Tiny bursts of stimulation buzz straight to my core.

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