Page 49 of Killer's Obsession
My dick twitches at the challenge in her voice. “What did you have in mind, Pet?”
She leans in close, her cheeks already turning my favorite shade of pink. “If I win, I get to be on top tonight.”
Jesus Christ.
My cock hardens immediately at the image that flashes through my mind—Memphis riding me, her head thrown back and those perfect tits bouncing as she moves on top of me.
“Deal,” I growl, deciding I don’t care if I have to let her win. She’s riding me like a cowgirl tonight.
She smirks, moving to the end of the table. “I’ll break.”
I watch, impressed, as she lines up her shot and breaks. Two solid balls drop into pockets, and two others are in the perfect position for easy shots.
“Looks like I’m solids,” she says, blinking innocently as she circles the table to line up her next shot.
She bends over the table, her ass perfectly displayed in those tight jeans, and I groan out loud. “Babe.”
She winks before sinking another ball. I suddenly realize I might be in trouble here.
By the time it’s my turn, she’s already pocketed four balls.
“Where’d you learn to play?” I ask, genuinely curious.
She shrugs, a smug smile playing at her lips. “I dated a guy in college. He taught me a few things.”
I miss my shot, distracted by the thought of some college prick with his hands all over my girl. “He sounds like a tool.”
She giggles, shaking her head as she makes her way around the table. Revealing the hustler she is, she pockets her balls one by one. When she leans over to make a particularly difficult shot, I move up behind her, pressing my throbbing cock against her ass.
“Trying to distract me?” she asks, her voice breathy.
I bend down and bite the lobe of her ear. “Is it working?”
She shivers but makes the shot anyway. “A little.”
I chuckle, stepping back to let her continue. She misses her next shot, and I take over, determined to make a comeback.
I sink a ball in the right corner pocket, then miss the next one thanks to Memphis rubbing her tits against my arm. She’ll pay for that.
By the time she sinks the eight ball, winning the game, I’m so hard it’s painful.
“Looks like I win,” she says with a triumphant smile, setting her cue back in the rack. Technically, but I’m pretty sure I’m getting the better end of this deal.
Dropping my stick on the table, I grab her hand and pull her close. “Upstairs. Now.”
Her cheeks flush, but her eyes darken with desire. “What happened to congratulating the winner?”
“I’ll congratulate you properly upstairs,” I promise, already leading her toward the stairs.
We barely make it to my old room before I’m on her, pressing her against the door as it closes behind us. My mouth crashes down on hers, and she’s just as hungry. Her hands tug at my shirt.
“You hustled me,” I accuse between kisses, lifting her easily and carrying her to the bed.
She laughs breathlessly as I lay her down. “Maybe a little.”
I strip off my shirt, then help her out of hers, revealing the black lace bra beneath. “Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my hands skimming up her sides.
She arches into my touch, her eyes locked on mine as she reaches behind to unhook the clasps. The lace falls away, and I groan at the sight of her perfect tits.
