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Amused, I lean against the wall by the cue rack, my arms crossed. My cock chafes against my boxer briefs, but I’m intrigued by whatever Brioni has in mind.

She pulls out the cue ball and the eight ball, balancing both in one hand. Her delicate fingers are long enough that she rotates them, seemingly absentmindedly. But when she raises an eyebrow at me, I know it’s intentional. And fuck. It’s way hotter than it should be.

After she finally sets them on the table, she saunters toward me. Between that skirt and those heels, her legs are perfection. She reaches for me, and I’m about to uncross my arms. To grab her tight. Clamp my mouth onto hers.

Then she swerves, grabbing a cue from the rack instead.

The little tease.

I clench my jaw tight. I’m about to break a molar as she lines up her shot, bending provocatively over the pool table. I can’t take it anymore. I push myself off the wall and wrap my body behind hers.

She stiffens. I’m pressed so close that I feel her shiver run down the length of her spine. It makes my cock strain to plunge inside her. I lower my mouth to lick the shell of her ear.

“Do you remember that basement party?” I ask, and she shivers again. It must’ve been back in high school, decades ago now, but I remember it like it was yesterday. But more importantly, does she?

“Y-yes,” she whispers, trembling. I have to steady my breathing. I’m not sure exactly what she remembers, but I can only think about one thing from that night.

“You made me so goddamn hard.”

I want to push my cock into her firm ass cheek, the way I did at the bar. But here, it’d be too close to taking her from behind, which I’ve promised myself I won’t do. Fuck me, this is difficult. I bite her earlobe to distract myself.

“As soon as you ran away,” I tell her, “I had to lock myself in a bathroom and fuck my hand.”

She gasps at my confession, and I can’t take it anymore.

I spin her around to face me. After a deep, probing kiss, I yank her dress over her head and toss it to the floor. Within seconds, all of our clothes are scattered on the marble tiles. I grab her again, kissing her as I flick my thumbs over her nipples.

I’m ready to lift her onto the table when she stops me, her hand on my chest. We’re eye to eye when she’s in those heels of hers. And her usually wide, innocent gaze is heavy-lidded. She bites her lip.

Then she turns around. Bends herself over the pool table. And fuck. Precum drips from my cock at the gorgeous sight of her like this. Wanting me to fuck her from behind.

She’s ready to handle me.

I don’t ask her if she’s sure. She’s being so obvious it’d be an insult to ask. Instead, I kneel behind her. With her heels on, she’s almost too tall for this, but I straighten my spine as I spread her ass cheeks. Then I slurp at her dripping pussy.

She gasps, collapsing forward on the pool table. I nibble on her clit as she writhes, and I have to dig my fingers into her ass cheeks to keep her still. Licking her slit again and again, I drive my Brioni forward against the wooden rail. With her thighs pressed flushed to the pool table, she’s trapped. I take my time.

I suck hard enough to draw her swollen clit into my mouth. Then I nibble her, less gently this time. She screams. Her legs buck, but I brace her thighs with my forearms, keeping her cheeks spread for me. She’s so delicious like this, her sugary cunt at my mercy.

I lap at her until we’re both panting. Skimming my teeth along her pussy lips, I savor each of her little gasps, my cock twitching with every sound she makes. She moans my name as I tease her with the graze of my teeth, and I have to adjust myself in my stiff jeans. So she likes a hint of pain, some teeth with my tongue.

I’m more than happy to oblige.

I bite her clit until she screams. Then I lick her slit again and again, plunging my tongue into her opening as she spasms. I haven’t given her permission to come, but I like the thought of her losing control. So I keep my grip tight, my tongue firm as she orgasms despite herself. I make sure she pulses through the shockwaves, every inch of her trembling with pleasure.

Crying softly, she whimpers my name as well as apologies. She knows she should have waited.

I shush her as I stand up, taking my time with my pants and shoes. She’s so beautiful as she begs forgiveness. Bent over for me, heels on, ass up, pussy exposed and dripping. Quivering as she waits for what I’ll do.

The fact that she’s bent over for me like this, begging me to take her from behind, washes over me like fire.

She’s exposed to me, so vulnerable. In a way that conveys absolute trust. And what’s more, she’s whimpering for my forgiveness. She’s mine to do with as I will.

I smooth my hand over her ass, comforting. I murmur sweet nothings, agreeing that she didn’t mean to, it just happened. I simply made her lose control. It’s because of how well I know her body, how well I know her. She sighs in relief, her torso going limp on the green felt.

She’s made it clear how much she wants me, and so I give her no warning. She screams when I thrust my thick cock inside her. And she takes every inch of me, moaning all the while. My resilient Brioni.

I bend my body over hers on the pool table. She trusts me so completely to let me take her like this. I cover her forearms with mine, locking both of us in place. The smell of her sweat, of her pheromones and lust, unleashes something primal in me.