See No Evil

Chapter 15

Stone

Another loud moan leaves me, and the slap that comes with it is something I’ve begun to enjoy. My legs are spread wide, and my arms up high against the pool table as Fi

Tonight’s excuse was telling him I needed help cleaning up after closing. Twice a week, the endeavor falls on me to be the last one to leave and clean this pigsty as much as possible. In all fairness, Big Jim doesn’t expect more than a quick sweep of the place, clean tabletops, and put the glasses in the washing machine, ready for tomorrow. And frankly, that’s as much as I’m willing to do here anyway. It would take a whole lot of strong-ass chemicals and at least a month to get this place up to code, and I don’t get paid enough for that. And since the clientele doesn’t care either, why bother?

Of course, not five minutes into the so-called cleanup, and my back was laid out on the pool table, my panties torn to shreds, and pretty boy’s tongue lapping me up. I should have known better than to wear panties in the first place. Every time I do, they end up in his pocket, ripped to pieces.

“OH, GOD!” I scream out when Fi

For someone who doesn’t know the first thing about me, he sure has discovered how to play my body like a fiddle. My ass leaves the green tabletop as he pulls my legs to wrap around his head so he can get all in there.

Damn the man!

I don’t even have time to curse him out when the earth begins to shatter around me, my orgasm splitting me in two. My whole frame rises from the table, trying to escape, but he plants his open palm on my belly, commanding my body to endure the ecstasy until I’m left a blubbering mess.

He lifts his head, licking his wet lips as if my pussy were the best thing that ever came across them, and the lethal way his eyes take stock of my body lets me know we aren’t done yet.

Good.

Because seconds with Fi

“You see anything you like, pretty boy?” I joke, my tongue playing with my lower lip.

“Take that damn top off,” he commands, his dominating demeanor making me drip onto the green fabric.

The stain I’m leaving on the pool table is going to be a bitch to explain to anyone bothered enough to complain about it, but fuck it. This is so worth whatever embarrassing conversation might come tomorrow.

My trembling fingers go behind my back and pull the flimsy string of my halter top. I pull the rest of it up over my head, revealing my ample, bare breasts to his scrutinizing eye. He roughly grabs one in each hand, and the hiss that leaves his lips makes me crave every touch.

“These fucking tits have been taunting me all night. Seeing your nipples point out at me, begging for a bite, while I couldn’t do anything about it.”

“They must have a mind of their own,” I tease, but when he leans down and takes one pert nipple into his mouth, my next taunt is replaced with a moan.

“I think you like turning me on like this. Making me angry and hungry for you.”

A little laugh rises from my throat, but it quickly turns into another lustful wail.

“Why do I make you angry?”

“Because while you prance around here with that sexy body of yours, wearing no bra and a shirt I could tear apart with my teeth, every last fucker in here is thinking the exact goddamn thing. Fantasizing how they want to have these beautiful breasts in their hands while fucking you raw and hard until you see stars. I hate you for it,” he says, lavishing my other breast with the same care and dedication.

“It doesn’t look like you hate me at all,” I moan out when I feel his jean-clad cock grinding over my sensitive core.

“Oh, but I do. I fucking hate you so much, Stone. So fucking much,” he continues to coo lovingly while I’m starting to lose my own goddamn mind with his dry-humping.

I lift off the table, my hands frantically going to his waist, and it’s only when I find his belt buckle that I relax back down. His lips are now sucking and biting my neck, giving me room to get what I want. When I feel his hard cock in my hands, I almost cum with relief.

“Put me inside you, Stone. Let me show you how angry I am,” he groans, biting my shoulder in such a way, my eyes fall to the back of my head.

My slick pussy doesn’t wait for my permission and swallows his impaling cock as if it were her new favorite toy. She’s always been a hussy bitch, but for the past two weeks, all she does is dream of the next time she’ll ride Fi

Everything about Fi

“Fi

“Fuck, this pussy! I want to rip it apart with how good it is. Make you just as crazy as you leave me.”

I want to tell him that the feeling is mutual, but my mind isn’t capable of coherent thought, much less stitch a whole sentence together. My hands fall to his ass, loving that I can still push him deeper, even though each thrust seems like he really is going to tear me apart.

The quarterback might look all nice and proper, but he’s got a dormant animal inside him. One that comes out when he’s this exposed, this vulnerable, and it gives zero fucks what anyone thinks. All he cares about is fucking me so hard and good that I become addicted to it. Crave it. Need it. And God, I think he’s succeeding.

I feel the bitter taste of iron reaching my tongue, as my teeth cut my lip just to keep control of my loud cries. But fuck if I care. Hurting in Fi

Fi

“Everything about you tastes sweet. Even when you’re not.”

In this position, I feel so full, as if there were a hollow void inside me that only he could fill.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Fi

“The only way I’ll stop is when I hear you scream out my name while balls deep inside you.”

Fuck, his dirty mouth only leaves me more depraved and wanting.