“O-kay,” he draws out.
He goes to make his next shot. He’s been beating my tail. I’m silently stewing about it.
It’s him. He’s a complete distraction. The only thing I have been able to focus on. Between his sexy rumbling voice, the interesting conversation, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his loose tie and open dress shirt, how am I supposed to pay attention to the game?
He’s leaning over the table lining up his shot and I swear I start to pant. The muscles in his tatted arms flex, his pecs beckoning my tongue. The stress of this week tells me I deserve to get lost in that body.
He looks up and catches me staring at him. He makes the shot without looking away from me. It’s so sexy, I squeeze my thighs together.
He straightens and leans the cue stick up against the table. With the crook of his finger, he says, “Enough talking. Come here.”
His voice is filled with lust. My panties are soaked. I place my cue in the holder on the wall as I round the table to get to him.
He cups my face when I stop before him. My breasts are nearly heaving out of my dress. His simple touch is enough to make my essence flow down my legs.
“Do you know I’ve been taking it easy with you?” he says.
“What?”
He gives a wicked smile. “I haven’t done you dirty yet, Ven. I have levels. You’ve seen one, two, maybe a glimpse of three.”
“So, what you’re saying is that you’ve been stingy.” I shake my head. “I’m so disappointed. Here I’ve been giving you my all.”
He leans in until our lips are within a breath of each other. “However should we rectify this?”
“Take me to the max, big boy. Show me everything you’ve got. You want it, own it.”
“Oh, say less, baby.”
In one swift motion, he grabs the back of my neck and spins me. My back is now to his front. He moves my hair over one shoulder, before slowly trailing his fingers from the nape of my neck down to the zipper of my dress.
Just as slowly, he releases the zipper until the dress falls free from my body down to my feet. I’m standing only in my strapless bra, garter, thigh highs and strappy heels. Ciara’s “Promise” starts to play in the background.
The air is supercharged with energy as Pit starts to kiss my back and palms my breasts. He dips to the base of my spine to lick his way up to my nape. I throw my head back and open my mouth on a small moan.
Releasing my breasts, he glides his hands down my sides. Sticking his hand into the back of my panties, he then fists them and tears them right off. I yelp and look up at him.
I quake from the dark look I find in his eyes. He grasps my face in one hand and devours my lips. I reach to grab his hair and tighten my fingers in the strands.
I gasp into his mouth when he slips his hand between my legs and presses on my clit before he slides a finger into me. He growls as he slides into my slickness without a problem. Easily he adds another and then another. I teeter on my heels as if I’ve forgotten how to stand on four inches.
“Always so wet and ready for me,” he croons.
I whimper when he removes the hand he’s using to stroke me. He cups my throat and turns me to face him. I think he’s going to kiss me again, but I’m so wrong.
He bends, reaches through my legs and lifts me by my thighs until he has my pussy in his face. “Will,” I yelp and wrap my hands around his head.
He grunts and groans as he eats me out. I don’t know whether to be turned on or scared he’s going to drop me on my head. I go with turned on. The sounds coming from him only add to the sensation.
When he does lower me down to his waist and hooks his arms under my knees, I look into his eyes in total shock. I’m not a small girl. Ain’t nothing slim about these thick curves. Yeah, I’m shapely, but I still tip the scale at a 165 pounds.
“I told you to stop underestimating my skills,” he says with a sexy smile.
The sound of his belt buckle is my only warning before he lifts me and drops me on his length. I cup the back of his neck as he bounces me on his shaft.
“Baby, oh my God. Yes, yes, ah,” I cry out.
“Look at me,” he demands.
Shit, I hadn’t realized I wasn’t. My vision is blurred as I look up at the ceiling. I look at him and I’m almost consumed by the fire in his eyes.
“I’m coming,” I pant. Already? This man isn’t playing tonight. What have I asked for?
“Yes,” he breathes against my chin. “Soak my balls with that good pussy.”
I move to wrap his neck with my arms instead of my hands at the same time I start to convulse. He kisses the side of my face and I’m vaguely aware of the fact that we’re moving. He lifts me off his dick and sets me on the edge of the pool table.
I lean back on my hands as I watch him strip out of his clothes. When he’s naked, he moves to me again and hooks his arms under my legs, bringing me closer to him. Reaching between us, he runs his length back and forth between my folds.
Not able to wait any longer. I reach for him and push him in. He slides in to the hilt. I throw my head and bite my lip. As many times as he’s been inside me, I’ll never get used to how full he makes me feel.
“This pussy has my name on it. I own this shit,” he bites out, reaching between us to rub my nub with his thumb.
“Please, please, please,” I plead, for what I have no idea at this point.
He keeps thrusting and taking me higher. I come twice more, and he’s still not spent. The sound of his hips clapping my cheeks surrounds us, mixing in with my begging and moaning and his grunts and groans.
When he does pull out, he lowers to suck on my soaked lips. I roll my eyes back. Where has this man been all my life? He’s going to put me straight to sleep like this.
Pit
* * *
For the last four and a half weeks I’ve been fucking this pussy, I’ve been playing. I haven’t begun to show her how nasty and innovative I can be during sex. She’s about to find out. This table is going to need a deep cleaning when I’m done.
“Don’t give up on me yet.” I chuckle as I stand and wipe my forearm across my face.
I lift her by the waist and move her back on the table as I climb on top with her. She reaches for my waist as I angle her open legs wide, her hips turned sideways. I’m on my knees as I slide into her head-on. Holding her right leg open and out to the side, I reach back with my other arm, planting my palm on the pool table as I thrust into her.
“What the…” Her words trail off and turn into screams as I rock my hips into her. Having eleven, almost twelve inches of cock pays off in moments like this. I could sit on my ass and still give it to her like this.
“So good,” I groan.
Sweat drops down my face and chest. Releasing her leg, I palm the space between the outside of her stomach and hip to help bounce her on my length. She’s keening so loudly but gets louder still when I move my hand to splay across her belly.
She reaches over her head and claws at the felt. The few cue balls that are still on the table roll around us as my big ass pounds into her. She grabs the backs of her thighs and holds them open wider.
“Oh, god,” I groan, I don’t know what hits me more. The feel or her opening herself up to me, or the sight of her doing it.
I move the hand behind me to her breast and palm it, bending forward to take her nipple into my mouth. She creams, causing me to alternate between sucking harder and flicking my tongue against her bud. I reach to rub her pussy with my thumb. The way she writhes beneath me is so sexy.
“Take all of it, baby,” I demand when she tries to scoot away.
She’s tightening again. I want her to come in my mouth. I pull out and dive into suck her release free. I work my face into her, pulling those fat lips into my mouth and shake my head back and forth.
She arches off the table. I grasp her hips and pin her in place. Her sweet essence gushes against my face. Not done, I push my thumb into her wet openi
ng as I drink from her, pumping to drag her orgasm out.
“Will,” she cries.
I give a dirty chuckle. I haven’t gotten started. I get to my knees again and rub my cock over her slick entrance. Her eyes are on me, pleading to have me back inside her.
In this moment, it’s like I’m the king of the world. She looks at me like I’m the only one. I angle my length to slide back inside. Once in, I reach to wrap my hand around her throat.
Her tits bounce as I rock into her. My balls are slapping against her fat ass. Breaking this pussy down is a full-body sport that I love. I drop my eyes to watch our connection. The sight of my hard cock moving in and out of her makes me bare my teeth.
Her fat pussy is beautiful. I love that she keeps it bare. Her skin is flawless everywhere. Like she bathes in gold and the finest of oils.
“Will,” she cries. “Your dick is so fucking good.” She drags out the last word.
“Yeah, baby. Can you take some more?”
“Yes, please.”
I grin and lift my eyes to stare into her brown depths. I need my lips on hers. I lean in and kiss her, pulling a whimper from her as she licks her honey from my lips.
“You taste so fucking good, don’t you? You see why I can’t get enough of you,” I say against her mouth.
I give her throat a squeeze. She ripples around me. I groan so hard. This wet pussy has me going insane.
“Yes,” she pants. “Don’t stop.”
“You like that? You like me pounding this tight pussy while I squeeze your throat.”
“Yes.”
I lean back on one hand again. She sits up and looks down her body. Reaching for her own breast, she lifts it and flicks her tongue out over her nipple that’s still wet with my saliva as she locks her brown eyes on me.
“Fuck.”
I grab her leg and seal it to my chest as I close the small gap between us. I’m now getting all up in her with deep strokes, no rest for this juicy pussy. I’m coated in her essence and it feels so right.
I throw my head back and roar when she starts to squeeze around me again, tighter and faster. Once again, my orgasm comes from the depths of my body and grabs the back of my skull. This pussy is like Scorpion from Mortal Kombat.
I promise I hear get over here as my release rips through me and I roar out for a second time. And just because I’ve been wanting to make her little angel ass dirty all night, I pull out and bust my load all over her stomach and chest.
“Come here. I want you to ride my face. I’ll be ready for round two by the time you come,” I say with a cocksure grin.
It will be before that. We both know this.
Chapter 28
Greasy Hands
Pit
* * *
“This baby is a beast,” I say after stepping out of the car and taking my helmet off.
I look over the black and red wheels. Man, this baby can move. I wasn’t expecting it to ride so well. From what Skittles said, it’s her first attempt with the design on this one. One of her cars built from scratch.
I had some free time, so I came down to Ven’s Whips and Toys. I found Skittles working on a new engine and she let me take the car she placed it in for a drive. I’d buy one of these in a heartbeat.
I walk over to her tapping away at her tablet. Why the sight of her working is so hot to me, I don’t know. I love that she’s smart and not afraid to get her hands dirty. I could watch her do this for hours.
“How was the handling? Did it pull or stick any?”
“Nah, it handles like a dream. You can feel the power, no sticking at all. The gears shift smoothly,” I reply.
“Awesome,” she says still tapping at the tablet. “Let me get this data in and we can go for lunch.”
I nod. “Take your time.”
Skittles starts to bark out orders to her guys. I smile, she runs this place like I run my bar. Everyone respects her and works hard to do their part.
I let her do her thing and go to sit in her office. Although I’ve been in here a few times, I’ve never given the place much attention. I move to the wall and start to look at the pictures she has mounted.
There are a few black and whites of her and her parents. There’s one particular of her and her mom that catches my attention. They look so much alike and yet, you can still see so much of her dad too.
I’m not sure how it’s possible, but it is. When Skittles wears her hair out, she could pass for her mother’s twin. This pic looks like it’s way before the night we met. Skittles looks younger and happier.
“Her smile was contagious,” Skittles says as she stops beside me.
I didn’t hear her come in. I turn to look down at her and she has a distant look on her face as she looks at the picture. I wrap my arm around her shoulders.
“You have her smile,” I say. I think that’s it. It’s the smile that transforms Skittles’ face and takes her from looking like her dad’s mini-me to her mom’s.
“Yeah, my dad used to say the same thing.” She looks at me and curiosity fills her gaze. “If you don’t want to talk about it, I’ll understand. I’m just asking. How is your mom?”
I clench my jaw. After everything that happened, I wouldn’t talk to any of the assholes about it, no exceptions. They all respected my space. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to them, I couldn’t. Not without rage consuming me.
“One morning I got a call from Scarlett. She was crying. She found mom on the floor in her bedroom.
“At first, we thought she was alone and just had a stroke. I got her a nice house in a neighborhood she loved in Bridge Lake after my father lost everything, but nothing was the same. My dad’s embarrassment became hers I guess, divorced and all.
“We figured out my father was there that night. She had the stroke while he was in the house, and he didn’t even call for help. Claimed he had no idea, he had stormed out after their talk,” I seethe, not realizing how angry I’ve gotten until the bite of my nails from my balled fists starts to register.
“You guys think he was lying?”
“Of course, never once has my mother ever let him leave without taking the blame and smoothing things over.” I shake my head. “Turns out, her noisy ass neighbor overheard them arguing. He said the fighting abruptly stopped and he saw when Thaddeus rushed out.”
“Wow, I can’t stand that guy all the more.”
“I have her in a really nice place. She didn’t want to be a burden on us, but she couldn’t go back to the house on her own. I would have moved in with her and Scarlett had offered to drop out of school, but Mom didn’t want us to fuss over her. She seems good with the home and they’re good to her.”
“Do you go to see her?”
I shrug. “Not a lot. She’s hiding something. Even after he left her for dead, she’s keeping his secrets. I don’t want to be a part of that shit.”
“You’re ready to talk about something else. Come on, let’s figure out lunch,” Skittles says.
I look at her and my heart swells. I think I needed to get that off my chest, but I also needed this conversation to be over. Skittles is always what I need her to be.
This is why I love her. Smart, caring, and drop-dead gorgeous. The fact that she gets her hands greasy under the hood of a car is a bonus.
“How about that gyro place? You know, the halal one.”
“Oh, yeah, that sounds great. Want to walk there? I’m not in any rush,” she says.
“Yeah, if that’s what you want.”
Skittles
* * *
I haven’t stopped laughing since we started our walk. I was surprised to see Pit show up at my shop. He usually only comes by with the guys to race the track on the property.
He’s never shown real interest in what I do until today. I don’t know why, but he made me so nervous at first. Seeing the smile on his face after he drove my car made me so proud.
“We’re still on for our trip, right?” I ask as we turn into the entrance of
the restaurant and get in line to order our food.
His cheeks turn pink. I let my eyes thin into slits. “What are you not telling me?”
“I thought it should be a crew thing, so I invited them.”
I burst out laughing. “You did good, big man. I miss them. They will definitely help to get my mind off of things,” I say. “Where are we going?”
“One of your favorites. The Turks and Caicos Islands.”
“Yes,” I sing.
I’m already packing in my head. I’m so excited. There will be jet skiing, diving, scuba, and so much more. I’m hyped. That’s tons of stuff to distract me and keep me from losing my mind.
“We should tell them.”
And of course, my little bubble is burst. We’re going away so I can relax. If I tell the guys, I’ll end up more stressed than I already am. I’m shaking my head before I finish the thought.
I groan. “No, that’s a double no.”
“Why not?”
I huff. “For the same reason I didn’t want to tell you. You guys are as overprotective as I am. I don’t want them worried about me or making this more difficult than it already is.”
He holds his hands up. “Fine, as long as you stop the tossing and turning by the time we get back.”
“Again, you have a California king you can occupy all by yourself,” I sing the last part.
“And spend a night without my favorite little person up under me. I wouldn’t hear of it.” He winks and then turns his attention to placing our order.
My phone rings. It’s one of my suppliers I’ve been waiting on a part from. I tap Pit’s arm to let him know I’m going to take the call. However, I don’t get to make five good steps before some jerk decides he wants to play with his life. It all happens so fast.
“Damn, look at all that ass. Now that’s a body. Some of you women need to take notes. Out here looking all fat but want us to wife y’all up,” the guy says.
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