Page 68 of Ensnared By Silence
I nodded against his hold in my hair, and he smirked as he whispered, “Show me.”
I reached down, unbuttoned my jeans, and slid them down my legs. I wasn’t wearing panties and the cool air of the bar hit my wet center, sending a shiver through my body. His hand slid down my stomach and he slipped his thick fingers through my wet folds.
“Fuck, you’re drenched.”
“Always for you,” I moaned, and he pressed a finger into me, forcing me onto my tiptoes.
His hold on my hair slipped to the back of my neck and he pushed me forward until my face was resting against the green felt of the table and my naked legs were leaned against the side rail. He stepped onto the center of my pants and urged, “Step out.”
I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of my pants, leaving me standing spread-legged and naked against the pool table. The sound of his zipper lowering behind me echoed into the empty, darkened bar, and my heart beat out of my chest as he pressed against my back.
The heat from him warmed me and as I felt his hand rubbing on my hard clit, I rocked my ass against his cock. Looking over my shoulder as much as his grip on my neck would allow, I begged, “Please. Please, fuck me.”
“Naughty girl,” he whispered and slid his length through my wet folds.
Rubbing his length between my legs, I moaned shamelessly, and suddenly, he pressed the head into my wet center and thrust forcibly, splitting me in half.
“Fuck,” I stuttered as he withdrew his hips and slammed hard into me, rocking me onto my tiptoes.
“Is this what you wanted? For me to own your pussy?” he asked through panted grunts as he thrust harder and harder into me.
The sound of skin slapping together and panted moans filled the air, and my face rocked back and forth on the table as his balls slapped against my clit. He grasped my hair and wrenched my head back, arching my spine as he powered into me.
“Answer me.”
“Yes. I love when you own me,” I replied, and he slowed his thrusts.
Withdrawing from my pussy, his cock left a trail of moisture across my ass cheek as he turned me to face him. Lifting me under my arms, he sat me on the edge of the table, and with a press to the center of my chest, encouraged me to lie flat against the felt. Lifting my feet to the edge of the table, he centered his length at my core and gripped my hips firmly before he buried himself to the hilt.
My head lulled to the side as he swiveled his hips, dragging his thick, long cock in and out of me with leisure. I rocked my hips as much as I could from his hold and my hand slid down my stomach, rubbing my clit as he watched his length disappear into me.
“That’s fucking beautiful,” he moaned and slammed deeper and harder into me, forcing me up the table, only to be dragged back onto his cock.
The light shined above me, illuminating me as he fucked me with powerful thrusts. His face was partially hidden in a shadow and I could see his eyes shining down on me as he rocked faster and faster. The pressure in my core grew with each stroke and my fingers worked my clit harder.
My pussy clenched his shaft, and he pulled from me, ripping my hand away before burying his face in my pussy, flicking my clit until I exploded. My hand gripped into his blond hair and I rocked my hips as I yelled.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
He licked me through the intense wave, and as I started to crash, he stood and pushed his thick cock back into my pussy, forcing through the contractions and I groaned as he reignited the orgasm. My toes curled into the table and my fingers clawed at the felt as he thrust harder and faster.
“Your pussy feels amazing. Fuck! I’m going to come.”
He leaned over, blanketing my body with his as he powered into my pussy. Growing thicker, I felt him erupt inside me, triggering aftershocks that brought fireworks to my eyes. My vision grew hazy as he rocked slower into me, pulling every drop of pleasure from me.
Kisses against my neck tickled, and I giggled, feeling him smile against my skin. His beautiful eyes locked with mine and he whispered against my lips, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I replied, and he gently retracted from me.
With a hand, he helped me sit up, and I slid to the floor and looked for my clothes. Hayden handed them to me as he tucked himself away and zipped his pants back up. After adjusting my clothes, I looked up at him and smiled.
“Thank you,” I whispered and felt my eyes burning. I blinked back tears, and he leaned over, kissing me softly.
“You never have to thank me for loving you.”
I grabbed my purse and took Hayden by the hand as he set the alarm and locked the tavern. The prospect was waiting for us, and he offered to drive us home since we’d been drinking. Hayden handed him the keys to his car, and as we crawled into the backseat, I linked my hand with his. The drive was over quickly and as we pulled up at the cabin, another motorcycle waiting for us.
The prospect parked the car and handed us the keys as he climbed into a sidecar attached to the motorcycle and they pulled away. Hayden helped me from the car and wrapped his arm around my shoulder as a chilly breeze blew off Lake Pierce, cooling my shin.
