“You’re not going to make me have to win the bet?” he grinned.

His eyes flickered up and down my body, sending a warm chill through my veins.

“No,” I whispered, biting back the lump in my throat.

“Good,” he growled, “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

He moved behind me, pressing my back to his chest. He kissed along the length of my neck, then turned my face towards him and gave me a deep kiss. Placing his hands on my hips, he ran them slowly up the length of my dress, past my belly, and up to my tits. As he fondled my breasts through the material, I could feel his hard cock pressing against my butt through the thin fabric of my dress.

“Let’s get this off of you,” he whispered huskily.

A shiver ran through my body as he undid the top of the dress where it tied at the back. The feather blue garment fell to the floor in a soft heap, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I’d learned to embrace my curves a long time ago, but I still felt a little self-conscious about them as I turned towards him.

“Holy shit!” his eyes widened.

I had on my best bra and panty set, but I had to admit, it was still a little tired—buying fancy underwear just wasn’t in my budget. But that didn’t stop him from eyeing me like I was a tasty piece of candy. I reached behind me to unhook my bra, something I’d done every day since I was eleven and grew breasts, but for some reason my fingers fumbled with the clasps.

“Let me do that,” he rumbled. He moved behind me and slowly unhooked the bra, his breath tickling the tiny hairs on my neck. Free from their confinement, my breasts flopped freely, but Justin was right there in front of me, scooping them up in his large hands.

He pushed me so my back was against the edge of the pool table. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I have to suck on these sweet tits of yours.”

“I noticed you looking at them,” I teased, trying to hide the trembling in my voice. My body felt like it was on fire.

“Damn right I was. You’re a beautiful woman—every part of you.”

I exhaled deeply, stretching my neck back as his big hands squeezed my breasts and his wet, rough tongue licked my collarbone, circling down to the top of my breasts. My nipples were jutting up like erasers as he pinched them with his fingers and then bit, flicked, and nibbled them.

“Your tits are so sweet.”

“Mmmm,” I clawed at his back. His tit bites were painful, yet felt so delicious. He moved from one breast to the other, licking, biting, sucking and pinching, leaving me moaning with pleasure. I had never known my breasts could be so sensitive. “Oh yes…yes,” I groaned. I felt like I was on fire. My panties were so wet, they were clinging to me.

“You smell so fucking good,” his nose was twitching.

I knew my perfume had long worn off. It turned me on that my own natural scent turned him on. My breath hitched as he ran his hand down my waist, then slowly and deliberately along the crotch of my panties. I started to reach for his strong, muscular chest, but I could hardly focus with his hand just a thin scrap of material away from my pussy. Then, he put his big hand inside of my panties and rubbed.

“You’re so wet.”

I am wet—dripping wet.

Wrapping his hands around my waist, he lifted me up so my ass was perched on the smooth wooden edge of the pool table.

“Let’s just get these panties, ok?”

He flashed me a look as if he were asking permission, but he didn’t give me a chance to respond before he was lifting up my butt and pulling down the sheer nylon material that was practically glued to my ass because I was wet. I could see from the glazed look in his eyes that it wouldn’t have mattered what I had said anyway—and damned if I was going to do anything to stop him.

His eyes widened in appreciation as he saw my clean-shaven pubes. “Damn, I love it.”

I felt a flush spread across my face. I’d had sexual relations in the past, but no man had ever looked at me this way.

“Spread your legs wide for me,” he ordered.

Moving my rump back on the cloth of the table, I leaned back on my elbows. Bending my knees, I placed one foot on each side of the wooden edge. It was a little awkward, and I shifted a few times to try and position myself. He steadied me as he pushed my legs farther apart and pressed two thick fingers deep inside my pussy. God it felt so good. He pulled his fingers out and licked them slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Mmmm, you’re delicious, Libby—so tight and juicy.”

I was beyond juicy…I was dripping. I bit my lip. I wanted him inside me so badly. “I want you Justin,” I said softly.

He cocked a brow, giving me a sly grin as he pushed his fingers back inside. “Tell me what you want, Libby.”

“I want you…I want you inside me.” My voice was soft, weak and my thighs were shaking.

“My fingers are inside you.”

I exhaled. “I mean, I want your cock inside of me.”

“I can’t hear you,” he teased.

“I want your big dick inside me!” I practically shouted. His ginormous cock had been standing at attention in front of me, hard and ready.

“Oh, yeah, that’s what I like to hear,” Justin smiled. “And I plan to give you a good cocking—a really good cocking…later. First, I need to taste you. I want to see if your pink pussy tastes as sweet as it looks.”

“Oh God,” I groaned. His growly voice, the feel of his fingers deep inside of me, the thought of his tongue on my folds…I felt like I was going to explode before he got in the first lick.

“Lay your back down on the table, babe—get comfortable,” he grinned. “I plan to take my time enjoying that delicious pussy of yours.”

My body was aching with desire and I didn’t hesitate positioning my back onto the pool table. I lied down so my upper back was on the table and my ass was right on the side, my legs dangling off the edge.

“Christ, you look delicious.”

He was just staring at my pussy with a hungry expression, like he was mesmerized. I needed to wake him up. I wanted his hot tongue sucking every drop of me so bad and right now. I lifted my butt up a little so my folds were even more in his face.

Clearing his throat, he growled, “I’m going to make you come, baby over and over again.”