I watched as she bent over the table, her short ass shorts riding up so the cheeks of her tight ass teased every fucking man in the bar. It gave her an unfair advantage and she made full use of it.

“Three ball corner pocket off the side cushion.” Her sultry voice teased my cock.

As she bent over to take her shot the scrap of cotton that she was claiming to be a shirt rose up to give me the most delicious sight of her flat stomach, but that wasn’t worst part, no the fucking ink that she had twisting its way around her hip was what killed me. You only saw a few inches of it but that was the point. The need to fucking know what she had put there was eating at me.

I heard the clunk of the ball as it hit the bottom of the net, hitting the rest she had sunk throughout the game. She turned and smiled, though it could easily be a smirk that graces that fucking perfect face. Those plump lips could easily wrap around my cock and I’d be a very fucking happy man.

“Sorry stud, but eight ball in the side pocket for the game.” I groaned as my cock rubbed against the zipper of my jeans. If it was anyone else that handed my ass to me I’d be pissed, but with her I could take a beating with a smile and the occasional groan.

She bent over, her ass just there and her tits grazing the table so fucking slightly that her nipples were standing at attention; her black lace bra hardly holding her in that scrap of material any better than that shirt was covering her toned stomach.

Our eyes met and she looked me over. That pink fucking tongue peaked out, licking her lip. Clearly she liked what she saw. Slowly she closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her mouth. I couldn’t hold back anymore if I tried.

In three quick strides I was behind her, my denim clad cock rubbing against her ass as she dropped the pool cue and took hold of the table to stable herself.

“Now Darlin’ that ain’t no way to win gracefully.” I growled into her ear, earning me a fucktastic moan and her grinding on me.

“What if I didn’t want to win gracefully, the prize as I see it is so much fucking better if I’m a sore winner.” The husky tone making me harder if it was possible.

Before I could blink our clothes were hanging off the bar and lighting fixtures, only the scraps of black lace and my boxers remained.

“Darlin’ I sure hope you ain’t fond of these cause they have to go.” She groaned as the material ripped as I pulled.

She was glistening and I couldn’t help myself. Bending down I helped myself to the best thing I’ve ever fucking tasted before in my life; her hands pullin at my hair as she pushed and pulled me to where she wanted me to be. I could feel her walls clamping down on my tongue, but as much as I wanted to taste her juices as they poured into my mouth this was definitely not how I wanted to take her.

“Jasper; not fair.” She moaned in that fucking sexy ass voice of hers when she was close.

Twisting her around I pushed her down until her tits were on the table and her ass in the air. After teasing me with that sight all night there was no way I wasn’t gonna take advantage of all the fantasies that ran through my head all night.

Pulling down my shorts; my cock sprung out and the pre cum already sitting there at the top. Grabbing hold of her hips I positioned my cock at her entrance, and slammed into her. We both groaned at the contact of our bodies.

As I pulled back she whimpered; I knew what she needed. Hard and fast was something she craved every chance she got. Who was I to disappoint?

“You sure sweet cheeks?” I murmured teasing her till she impaled herself on my cock so hard that she screamed in pleasure. I got my fucking answer alright.

Her body hummed as I pounded that sweet pussy of hers, her tits bouncing at the force of each thrust. Her dirty mouth coming out to play as she got closer to her release. My baby girl was all lady until she was being pounded and then she let out the minx in her.

I could feel her walls clamping down on me, but she was gonna fight it. It was her way. She hated to lose control of her body alone. Reaching around her I rubbed her clit, the juices from where our bodies were joined helping to create the perfect friction.

“Oh, fuck… JASPER” she all but screamed as she came, clamping around my cock and taking me with her; and milking me for every fucking thing I had in me.

We were panting as we laid there across the pool table, getting control of our breathing. She looked a hot mess and I could already feel my cock hardening once more at the sight of her sprawled across the table. Her hair fanned across the green felt and her eyes hooded as she eyed my cock as it got hard.

“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” she asked me as she slowly sat up looking for her shorts since I had destroyed her panties.

“Fuck baby after an opening night like tonight, I’m a fucking happy man. But as much as I enjoyed myself I wanna take my wife home and make love to her for the rest of the night.” She smiled and took my hand.

Yes fucking Bella on opening night was great but making love to her every night was so much fucking better.

Okay, show me what you got.