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She stood back for a moment, chalking the felt tip of her cue, before stepping up to the head rail. Placing the cue ball just left of center, Breanna leaned over, the cable knit sweater dress flattering her shapely ass as she lined up the shot. Relaxed, her bridge arm bent slightly at the elbow, she shattered the break, slamming two balls into the pockets.
“Impressive.” Ian moved closer as she went to re-chalk her cue. “You’ve got solids.”
“I wanted stripes, darn it.”
“You fibbed, my naughty girl,” he playfully chided. Tucking his tongue against his cheek, he smirked. “You shoot a mean game of pool, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh.” Breanna turned away from him to study the position of the balls on the table.
Ian hooked an arm around her waist, dragging her to his chest. “Care to make a friendly wager?”
“What?” The corners of her mouth turned up into a smile that was nothing less than sultry.
This girl was making him fucking insane. Waves of cappuccino and buttermilk fisted in his fingers, he kissed her. Sweet oranges infused his lungs, her decadent flavor tickling his tongue. Caramel. Chocolate. His dick painfully straining against his zipper.
“I could fuck you right here,” he rasped, nipping at her lip with his teeth.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“No?”
Ian took the pool stick from her hand. Gripping it firmly, he trailed it between her breasts, over her sweater, to rub between her thighs.
Panting, Breanna licked her lips. “Derek could walk in.”
And right now, he wouldn’t give a shit if he did.
“Fuck him.” He snickered, sliding the cue back and forth against her covered lips. “Though maybe you’d like to. Would you?”
“No,” she protested, limpid blue pools locked on him.
Ian leaned into her. Pressing her against the table, he held the stick snugly against her cunt, running it across the telltale wetness, saturating the gusset of her tights.
“He wants to fuck you, princess.”
“Sinjin,” she whimpered. “Please.”
“I’d die before I ever let him touch you.” He growled, and pushing her onto the table, Ian tugged the thin barrier of a garment down her thighs. “You’re mine, understand?”
“Yes.” Her breath hitched with a gasp as he inserted the thick butt end of the stick several inches into her sopping-wet hole.
“You’re my princess…my dirty girl.” Mesmerized by the sight of the cue in her pussy, he withdrew, just to watch it slide back inside her again. “Only mine.”
“Fuck.” Her teeth sank into her pillowy bottom lip.
“Like that?” Ian kissed the skin beneath her ear. “You’re so perfect.”
“Oooo,” she keened when his fingers fell to her clit, the cue stick moving in and out.
Screaming with her orgasm, he removed the stick from her pussy. Coated in her sweetness, Ian smeared it across her lips. Grabbing it out of his hand, Breanna sucked the stick into her mouth, like she would his cock, and then licked it.
Jesus.
Overcome, he shoved his fingers inside her. “Whose little freak are you?”
“Yours.”
“And who does this pussy belong to?”
