“And how can I do that?” I asked innocently. The sweet girl act didn’t work on him though, I didn’t expect it to. It was hard to play the good girl when you were wantonly rubbing some strangers dick through his jeans.
“You could get down on your knees and put that pretty mouth around my cock.”
This was Chelsea’s dad. This filthy-mouthed brute. And I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. But I had given her no promises about her father. She had made me swear not to go for her brother. Which meant her dad was fair game. And I liked games.
Especially games I knew I would win.
“As tempting as that is, I think I’m going to pass.” My hand kept moving over him. “I kind of want to play pool.”
A light flickered into his eyes. “Pool huh? Fancy making it interesting ?”
Cocking my eyebrow I grinned. Men were so predictable. It was almost boring. “What do you have in mind?”
“Nothing serious just a little wager.”
***
“Lose your panties .”Fenders voice was strong. He didn’t even hesitate about telling me to strip my underwear off as he potted the first ball. Leaning heavily on his pool cue he watched me with hooded eyes. There was a look on his face. One that said he was waiting for me to tell him no.
He expected me to be a girl like his holier than thou virgin daughter. When that couldn’t be further from the truth. I wasn’t the kind of woman to tell him no. Or back down from a bet.
Keeping my eyes firmly locked on his, I reached down, my hands hooking on the scrap of lace I had been wearing I shimmied out of them. Flinging then in his direction with a loud laugh. He caught them easily out of the air. Bringing the bunched up material to his face. Sucking in a deep breath. “Your shot Blair.”
It was only when I had bent over the table, that I felt Fender step up behind me. grinning at the small crowd that had gathered to watch our little game. They all had a great view of my breasts as the neckline of my dress gaped downwards. And more than one of them was interested. I could see it in their dark looks. The very air seemed to stink of sexual arousal.
And it was all for me.
His hand was calloused and rough against my thigh as he slid it up and under my dress.
“That isn’t fair, you can’t do that. It will put me off my shot.”
Fenders laugh was dark. He screwed one finger into me without warning. Making me step forward so fast my hips bumped the edge of the table. “Life isn’t fair sweetheart. Take your shot.” His free hand pressed down hard on my lower back. Pushing me further over the table. And holding me there. “Take the shot, Blair.”
In this position, it was almost impossible to move let alone play pool. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to. My body was singing with the feel of Fenders rough touch. His finger pumped in and out of me. Harder and faster with every single minute. And the entire time I could do nothing but look at the faces that were watching us.
“You’re going to lose this bet if you don’t take the shot. Or do you just want to admit defeat now and suck my cock like a good girl?”
A loud growling sound ripped from my throat. Pushing back, I rammed myself back on his fingers. “You’re going to have to do better than that if you want me to give up Fender.”
Someone in the crowd groaned. “Her tits Fender.”
I didn’t hesitate. I yanked at the thin straps that held my dress up. Letting my breasts fall free for their eyes.
“Better huh? Don’t tempt an old man Blair.” Fender said it like he knew that tempting him was exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to tempt him so much that he pushed my boundaries to the absolute limit.
Not that I had many to start with.
“Maybe I should tempt one of them instead?”
“I don’t mind sharing your princess.” His hand slipped away, coming up around my face. He slid the wet finger, soaked in my juices into my mouth. “Now take your damn shot. I want this game over and you on your knees before I die of old age.”
Chapter Three
Fender
She was a little girl playing a very dangerous game with me. But I could tell by her face that she was willing to take this as far as I wanted to take it. Which was all the way. If she was willing to give up the goods so easily then I wasn’t about to tell her no.
I was a red-blooded man after all. And she was a very willing, very attractive young woman. And the pussy that had gripped my finger had been tight and wet. I wasn’t about to say no to that. Not tonight.