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"No, James. Please don't stop."

"Baby." I kissed the inside of her thigh. "I like pleasing you." I kissed her opposite thigh. "And I like when you tell me what you want." I stood up and pulled her off the table. "But you didn't ask me to make you come. I wish you had. I love making you come with just my tongue. It's your shot, though. Get your next ball in and tell me what you want."

Chapter 17

Thursday

Penny pressed her thighs together as she stared at me.

But I doubted that extra friction helped her predicament. She really should have asked me to make her come.

She tried to make her next shot, but the cue ball bounced off the wall and didn't hit anything.

I picked her thong up off the ground and tossed it at her. "I believe I have to earn this. But don't bother putting it back on." I easily sunk my next ball.

She threw her thong back at me.

I laughed.

"If I had known how good you were at this, I wouldn't have agreed to this game."

She was frustrated. I got it. She’d teased me for weeks before I’d finally gotten to fuck her. But she should have asked me to make her come if that’s what she wanted. "I'm not sure if that's true,” I said and hit another solid ball easily into one of the pockets. "Besides, you must have known I wasn't terrible if I owned a pool table."

She put her hand on the edge of the table. "Well, if I had been thinking clearly, I would have just asked you to fuck me on it."

I lowered my eyebrows. "Unbutton my jeans, Penny."

She looked down at the bulge pressing against my jeans. "That's what you want me to do to you?"

"I need to be ready when I get my next shot in." I grabbed her hand and placed it on the waistline of my jeans.

She ran the back of her hand down my happy trail and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She pushed my jeans down, put her hands on the waistband of my boxers, and looked up at me.

I nodded my head.

She pushed my boxers down, freeing my cock again. She wrapped her hand around my length.

I cleared my throat and handed her the pool stick.

She batted her eyelashes at me. "Sorry, wrong stick."

I pressed my lips together and watched her walk back to the table. She bent over again, arched her back, and spread her legs.

My eyes fell to her ass. She was trying to tempt me. But all she needed to do was sink this shot and ask. Actually ask. But I only had so much control. I walked up behind her and trailed my fingers up the backs of her thighs.

She arched her back even more.

"I think maybe you should try to make your next shot like this." I slipped a finger inside of her.

She froze.

I slipped another finger inside of her greedy pussy, slowly stretching her out. "Take your shot, Penny."

She hit the cue ball. It went straight into the far right pocket.

I laughed and pulled my fingers out of her.

She turned around. "You cheated."

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