Page 30 of Southpaw Slots

Growling into her thick locks, I dip my dick inside her again. “I love that. I want to bottle some up and take it with me, huffing it every so often. Makes me so hard.”

She breaks away from where she sucks on my earlobe, giggling. “Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Wading through the water, I carry her to the steps and set her down on the side of the pool. My knees still in the water, I pillage her as she buries her head into my chest. Her panting squeals tickle the skin, and when she comes, she tosses her body back onto the concrete. Full breasts bob out from her top as she screams with pleasure. This magnificent creature ismine.

She’s the best thing I got.

Trying to be gentle, but absolutely not, I plunge asfar in as I can go. The incessant thud in my balls rips through me until I have to release my pent-up load. There’s no stopping it, especially watching her writhe her dangerous curves in front of me. With a tight grip on her waist, I explode.

I grab her hand and raise her up to me again, bare chest to chest. Heart to beating heart. Her desperate, exhausted pleas caress my lips. “I-I need a break. I’m so sore, Asa.”

Smiling, I place my forehead against hers. “Sure thing, empress. I don’t know how to stop myself around you. But I’ll try.”

I help her up, and we dry off, then meander inside. On the way, she grabs my hand. Like shewantsto touch me. My stomach does a little flip when she does. ’Cause I want it, too.

Tugging me toward the games room, she gets a coy grin on her lips. “I want you to teach me to play poker.”

With a huff, I shake my head. “Nah, nah.”

Like a child, she turns her mouth down in a severe pout. God, it’s pathetic. And makes me immediately want to make her happy again. “Why not?”

“First of all, I don’t think I’m a very good teacher. And second, I can’t play it with you without turning it into strip poker.” We reach the threshold of the green room, and I consider picking up the pool stick to play her in that game instead, but she makes for the felt table and plops down, shuffling a deck sitting ready in thecenter.

“First of all, you’re anexcellentteacher, Mr. Donovan. I sprayed that tree trunk with bullets.” She settles in her chair like she’s not moving.

My chest puffs out a little at her words. “Really? Do youreallythink that?”

Rolling her eyes, she pats the chair next to her. “Yes!Andsecondly…” She bats her eyelashes before continuing. “I don’t care if we play it strip poker or not.”

“Well, in that case.” Not hesitating, I sit next to her and grab the deck.

After explaining the rules, I deal our first hand. “Now, what beats what?” she asks, biting her lower lip with some concentration as I push in my bid.

“If you have a two or a nine here, that’s good. A pair or any face card is fine, too. See?”

She nods as if she hasn’t heard a word, then matches the chip next to mine. On the turn, she looks concerned. I toss in a few more chips. Just as I open my mouth to explain more to her, she interrupts me.

“I’m all in. Here.” She pushes her chips in front of her.

“Uh…you don’t want to. What do you have?”

Those eclipse eyes meet mine for a moment with uncertainty. “I’ve seen the players do that. I’m all in.”

“Okay, sugar. I’ll call it.” Sliding some chips in next to hers, I smirk at her naivety. She’ll learn. We all do. “Now you show your cards, since we have nothing else to bet.”

With her perfect pink nails, she flips over three aces. Three. Fucking. Aces. My eyes narrow at her cards, scanning her uncovered arms.

A little voice escapes her as an evil smile cuts across her face. “I win.”

Arching an eyebrow at her, I shake my head slowly in disbelief. I didn’t notice her taking cards…but I was also distracted by that teeny bikini. She holds up another deck of cards from under her side of the table and giggles infectiously.

“You fucking shark. Come here. You’re losing that bikini for this.”

She jumps up from the table and squeals, trying to dart past me and across the room. Stalking around the pool table a few times, she runs, but I catch her around the waist, swing her around, then toss her over my shoulder while she kicks and laughs. The sound is like childhood.

With my open palm, I spank the shit out of her ass as she screams. “You’re about to pay for this, sugar butt.”

Slumping against me, she pants out, “Good.”

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