I don’t throw the garment away, though. Instead, I shove the piece of fabric in her mouth, placing my hand over her lips. I lean down next to her earlobe, nibbling and sucking on it, feeling her heavy breathing up close.
“This is because you’re going to be too loud, and I don’t want to be interrupted by some curious asshole outside.”
With her green eyes still at half-mast, she nods understandingly. She then proceeds to wiggle her ass at me, making me want to fall on my knees again just to have that juicy ass in my face so I can bite it and properly introduce it to my tongue.
But first things first.
“Are you clean, Stone? Do you take the pill?” I ask her, and she gives me another soft nod.
“Good, because I’m going to take you raw. You okay with that?”
The little satisfied, muffled sigh that leaves her has my shaft applauding the vixen. For praise, I slap her other cheek with a little bit more power behind it.
“Humph,” she mumbles through the lace.
I love the fact that she’s tasting herself through the fabric, mimicking the same lingering sweetness I still have dancing on my tongue.
I push her skirt higher up to her waist, kicking her legs to open wider. I run my hand up and down her entrance, making sure she’s ready, while her whimpers of anticipation only harden me further. Unable to prolong our suffering, I shift my stance so my mushroom head can feel her dripping lips on it. I get it nice and slick, and without warning, I plunge deep inside her, making her head arch back while mine finds its resting place on her spine.
Shit! Skin to skin, she feels even better.
Jesus, Stone!
I start off slow just to get my size reacquainted with her tight fit, but sooner than I expect, she’s slamming her ass onto my crotch, enticing my inner beast to take her the same way I took her sweet mouth. I do as she orders and thrust into her without pity. Without mercy.
The otherwise loud wails, which are muffled by the panties in her mouth, become beautiful cries to my ears. I pound into her, telling her how gorgeous she looks while taking me inside her. I’m not one for pretty words, but they all spill from me like a waterfall of lust and desire.
The sensation of having her tight pussy strangling my bare cock is just too much for me to take. Knowing I’m on the precipice of cumming and not wanting to leave her hanging, I strum her clit as I savagely thrust into her. When she bursts on my cock and on my hand, the cry, even if suppressed, is loud enough for everyone to know what we’re doing, leaving me just enough time to pull out and cum on her ass.
“Fuck,” I grunt in awe of the small puddle on the floor beneath us.
Shit, that’s sexy! This fucking woman is going to ruin me.
Her body is still trembling with aftershocks of her explosion when I grab the lace material from her clenched teeth and wipe my cum all over her backside. She turns around after I clean most of it, but it’s not like I did such a thorough job. The sick bastard in me likes knowing she’ll have to spend the rest of the night with me on her.
I place her thong into my pocket, which makes her pierced brow cock up and a flirtatious grin appear on her face, as she taunts, “Are we keeping souvenirs now?”
I straighten up her clothes, taking extra care to fix her hair since I left it in utter shambles, and reply, “Don’t know when you’ll let me do this to you again, so why not save a little keepsake?”
She bites her lower lip, grabbing a handful of my shirt and pulling it toward her, leaving me no choice but to lean down until her mouth is mere inches away from my ear.
“Pick those crates up, pretty boy,” she orders, tilting her head to the corner of the room, back to her usual tongue-in-cheek swagger.
She gives my lobe a quick bite and then proceeds to walk over to the door. A small chuckle leaves me, seeing how she’s reduced me to being her little bitch after I fucked her in every which way. To be fair, I’m completely fine with it.
Once I have the crates in my grasp, I walk over to Stone, who’s holding the door open for me. But rather than letting me pass, she puts herself in front of me and goes to the tip of her toes, pressing her lips on mine.
“You can keep the panties, quarterback. But just so you know, those are the only ones you get. Next time we do this, I won’t be wearing any.”
Chapter 15
Stone
Another loud moan leaves me, and the slap that comes with it is something I’ve begun to enjoy. My legs are spread wide, and my arms up high against the pool table as Finn eats my pussy in a way that no man has ever done before. He doesn’t just do the lame three licks and done shit as most college guys tend to do. Nope, not pretty boy here. When Finn goes down on me, he takes no prisoners. It’s just too fucking good, and even though I know I should be back at the dorm studying, I can’t seem to stop myself from creating small windows in my life just so Finn Walker can fuck me senseless.
Tonight’s excuse was telling him I needed help cleaning up after closing. Twice a week, the endeavor falls on me to be the last one to leave and clean this pigsty as much as possible. In all fairness, Big Jim doesn’t expect more than a quick sweep of the place, clean tabletops, and put the glasses in the washing machine, ready for tomorrow. And frankly, that’s as much as I’m willing to do here anyway. It would take a whole lot of strong-ass chemicals and at least a month to get this place up to code, and I don’t get paid enough for that. And since the clientele doesn’t care either, why bother?
Of course, not five minutes into the so-called cleanup, and my back was laid out on the pool table, my panties torn to shreds, and pretty boy’s tongue lapping me up. I should have known better than to wear panties in the first place. Every time I do, they end up in his pocket, ripped to pieces.
“OH, GOD!” I scream out when Finn grazes my sensitive nub with his teeth, plunging a digit inside my hot core.
For someone who doesn’t know the first thing about me, he sure has discovered how to play my body like a fiddle. My ass leaves the green tabletop as he pulls my legs to wrap around his head so he can get all in there.
Damn the man!
I don’t even have time to curse him out when the earth begins to shatter around me, my orgasm splitting me in two. My whole frame rises from the table, trying to escape, but he plants his open palm on my belly, commanding my body to endure the ecstasy until I’m left a blubbering mess.
He lifts his head, licking his wet lips as if my pussy were the best thing that ever came across them, and the lethal way his eyes take stock of my body lets me know we aren’t done yet.
Good.
Because seconds with Finn is even better than his first go around. My chest heaves under his lust-filled stare, my heart already doing summersaults, anticipating his next move.
“You see anything you like, pretty boy?” I joke, my tongue playing with my lower lip.
“Take that damn top off,” he commands, his dominating demeanor making me drip onto the green fabric.
The stain I’m leaving on the pool table is going to be a bitch to explain to anyone bothered enough to complain about it, but fuck it. This is so worth whatever embarrassing conversation might come tomorrow.