Page 63 of Peep

“No one, just myself, thinking of you,only you.”

His words set off a blazing fire within me. I slide my middle finger into him without warning, and he cries out in pleasure.

“So, while I’ve been losing my fucking mind, searching for you, you’ve been fingering this slutty little hole, making yourself come without my permission.” I tut at him, hooking my finger to prod at his prostate.

“Yeees, I’m sorry. I’ve been bad, I know. Make me pay, little lion. Make me suffer.”

“Oh, you’re going to pay.” I spread him wide, leaning down to spit on his entrance before shoving another finger in.

Jahmar’s hands strain against the green felt, and he sends several balls flying across the pool table, giving me a sick idea of how to make him pay for coming without me. He’s always loved to play games; I’m sure this one will be no exception.

I abruptly remove my fingers and drag him up so he’s standing on shaky legs. Handing him a cue, he looks at me dumbfounded.

“For every ball you pot, you get a finger back in your greedy hole.”

“What?” he basically squeaks.

“After you pot three, I’ll reward you with my cock.”

“Oh god, please, no. I can’t wait, I need you now.”

“I thought you liked playing games with me?” I smirk at him.

Usually, he holds all the cards, but whenever we’re like this together, it sets off a carnal need within me; I become the lion he always claims I am. It’s a privilege to know that despite what happened to him, he wants to submit to me and trusts me to take care of him.

He groans in frustration, then awkwardly walks around the table with his legs tied and leans over to take a shot. As he’sabout to shoot, I dip a finger into his dripping hole, causing him to miss the shot.

“You little prick,” he complains, although I catch the smile that teases his lips as he turns to face me.

Wow, this is fun.

He moves into a better position, and I follow him with my finger still shoved up his arse. He attempts a few more shots before finally potting one.

“Well done, baby. Two more to go.”

“You’re a real sadist when you want to be, do you know that?” He scowls at me over his shoulder before leaning over the table to take another shot.

As he attempts another shot, I slip another finger into his hole, making him miss.

“Jesus Christ,” Jahmar hisses.

I work my fingers in and out of him, pulling him closer to climax.

He shoves his fist in his mouth, biting down hard to stop his enthusiastic moans as I plough into him.

I still my hand because he’s getting precariously close.

“No, don’t stop. Please. You’re killing me.”

“Come on, two more, baby. That red one is practically in the hole.”

He huffs but scrambles to shoot, potting the red ball. “Oh, thank god.”

He’s set himself up pretty nicely for the next one. Removing my fingers, I pull down my zipper and release myself. Jahmar’s head shoots around, and his eyes sparkle as he takes in my cock.

“Take these bottoms off; I need you to spread wider for what I’m about to do.”

“What if someone comes in?” he asks, biting his lower lip sinfully.

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