Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 177137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 886(@200wpm)___ 709(@250wpm)___ 590(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 886(@200wpm)___ 709(@250wpm)___ 590(@300wpm)
“You play well, Miss Steele. I must say I’m surprised. Why don’t you sink the black?”
She purses her lips, then with a defiant look, she reaches for the cue ball and, bending over the table, lines up the shot. As she does I go and stand behind her and place my hand on her right thigh. She tenses as I run my fingers to her ass and back down her thigh, lightly teasing her.
“I am going to miss if you keep doing that,” she complains, her voice husky.
“I don’t care if you hit or miss, baby. I just wanted to see you like this, partially dressed, stretched out on my billiard table. Do you have any idea how hot you look at this moment?”
She blushes and toys with the white as she tries to line it up. I caress her ass. Her beautiful ass, visible because she’s wearing a thong.
“Top left,” she says, and hits the cue ball with the tip of the cue. I smack her hard and she yelps. The white kisses the black, but the black bounces off the cushion, missing the pocket.
I caress her ass again. “Oh, I think you need to try that again. You should concentrate, Anastasia.”
She wiggles her behind beneath my hand, like she’s begging for more.
She’s enjoying this far too much, so I stroll to the end of the table to reset the black ball, and, picking up the white, I run it along the table back to her.
She catches the ball and starts lining it up once more.
“Uh-uh,” I warn. “Just wait.”
Not so fast, Miss Steele.
I wander back and stand behind her again, but this time I stroke my hand over her left thigh, and her ass.
I love her ass.
“Take aim,” I whisper.
She moans and puts her head on the table.
Don’t give up yet, Ana.
She takes a deep breath and, raising her head, moves to her right and I follow her. She bends, stretches over the table again, and hits the cue ball. As the ball flies up the baize, I smack her again. Hard. The black misses.
“Oh no,” she says and groans.
“Once more, baby. And if you miss this time, I’m really going to let you have it.” I set up the black again and wander back until I’m standing behind her and caressing her beautiful behind again. “You can do it,” I breathe.
She pushes her backside into my hand and I give her a playful smack.
“Eager, Miss Steele?” I ask.
She moans in reply.
“Well, let’s get rid of these.” I slide the thong down her legs, removing it and dropping it on her discarded jeans. While kneeling behind her, I kiss each cheek of her ass. “Take the shot, baby.”
She’s agitated, all fingers and thumbs, and she fumbles for the cue ball, lines it up, hits it, but in her impatience misses the shot. She scrunches up her eyes, waiting for me to spank her, but instead I lean over her, pressing her onto the baize. I take the cue from her hand and push it to the side.
Now for some real fun.
“You missed,” I whisper in her ear. “Put your hands flat on the table.”
My erection is fighting with my fly.
“Good. I’m going to spank you now, and next time, maybe you won’t.” I move beside her so I have a better aim. She groans and closes her eyes, and her breathing is getting louder. I caress her behind with one hand. With the other I hold her down and twist my fingers in her hair.
“Open your legs,” I tell her, and reach for the ruler in my pocket. She hesitates, so I smack her with the ruler. It makes a really satisfying noise as it cracks across her ass, and she gasps but says nothing, so I hit her again.
“Legs,” I order. She complies and I strike her again. She scrunches up her eyes as she takes the pain, but she doesn’t ask me to stop.
Oh, baby.
I spank her again, and again, and she moans. Her skin is turning pink beneath the ruler and my jeans are becoming impossibly tight as they restrict my arousal. I smack her again and again. And I’m lost. Lost in her. Owned by her. She’s doing this for me. And I love it. I love her.
“Stop,” she says.
And I drop the ruler without thinking and release her.
“Enough?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“I want to fuck you now,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
“Yes,” she pleads.
She wants this, too.
Her ass is pink and she’s dragging air into her lungs.
I tug my fly open, allowing my cock some room, and then insert two fingers inside her, moving them in circles, reveling in her readiness.
I make quick work of putting on a condom, then steady myself behind her and slowly ease myself into her. Oh yes. This is without a doubt my favorite place in the world.