Page 77 of Keeping My Bride

Chapter 49

Luca

KEEPING VERONA ON the edge all day has been quite entertaining, to say the least. And knowing that she’s so horny and desperately craving my cock, and only my cock, makes me feel powerful, like I can conquer the world.

“Let’s play some pool,” I suggest while we’re sitting on the couch watching TV. She’s been trying to hump my bones all afternoon and evening, and I haven’t given in to her yet.

“You want to play pool. Now?” she asks with a heavy sigh, and I can hear the disappointment in her voice.

I bite back a grin and tell her, “Yes, let’s play.”

I get up from the couch and extend my hand to her. When she reluctantly puts her hand in mine, I pull her up to a standing position and lead her over to the rec room.

A pool table sits in the middle of the room. There are various other games and electronics that we could play with, but I want to see Verona bent over this table as she strokes a long stick with her hands. Fuck, it’s going to take all of my willpower to actually play the game and not put my long stick in her.

I pick up a pool cue and hand Verona one. The balls are already racked on the table, so I tell her, “Ladies first.” I watch anxiously as she lines up a shot, breaking the cluster of balls and sending them scattering over the pool table. She manages to get one of the balls in a corner pocket.

“Stripes,” she says.

I grin. “Then I’m solids.”

She bends over the table, and my cock presses painfully against my zipper as I watch her swing her hips in an effort to get a good angle. I bite back a groan as I watch her stroke the pool cue between her fingertips before she releases it, smacking the tip against the number nine ball. She gets the shot in, and, fuck, color me impressed.

“I married a pool shark,” I tell her, and she giggles.

“My great aunt had an old pool table in the basement. I used to play for hours since we rarely left the house.”

I frown at that statement. Her great aunt was a real piece of work. I can’t believe Verona’s father would send his only daughter to live with someone like that. The woman barely took care of Verona. She didn’t buy her things or spoil her the way she deserved. I’m just glad that I can make up for lost time and give her the life she used to probably only dream about.

I watch her hit four more shots in until she finally misses one. I take my time lining up my shots, smacking ball after ball in and ultimately winning the game.

“You win,” she says.

“What’s my prize?” I ask as I turn to her.

At this point, she’s pouting, thinking I don’t want her when, in reality, I’ve never wanted her or anyone else more in my entire life than in this moment.

“Whatever you want,” she answers before her pink tongue darts out of her mouth to lick her lips.

“Whatever I want?” I pace around the floor, looking her up and down. She’s still mad about earlier when I wouldn’t let her come. I guess I should make it up to her, but I want to tease her a little more first. I love that she’s so hot and wet for me.

“Get on the pool table, Verona,” I tell her. She raises her brows in confusion. “Don’t make me tell you again. Climb on the table, lie on your back and hang your head over the edge.”

She carefully hoists herself up onto the table and does what I instructed. With her head hanging over the edge, her beautiful, long neck is exposed. I stroke her silky, smooth skin and feel her swallow hard under my hand.

“Do you want to suck my cock?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she answers without hesitation.

I smile, satisfied. “Tell me.”

“I want to suck your cock,” she says softly.

“Mm, honey, I love hearing filthy words come out of your sexy mouth.” I pull down my sweatpants over my hips and position myself in front of her. I watch in awe as her pink tongue darts out and licks around the crown. “Open wide for me, honey,” I tell her. When she does as she’s told, I feed my cock between her bee-stung lips and into her soft, wet mouth. My cock swells in her mouth as she tastes me, licks me and sucks me.

I watch my cock slide down her throat. She gags, but she doesn’t fight me or try to make me stop. “Fuck, you’re perfect for me,” I praise her with a groan. Her hand reaches out to touch my thigh, and then she’s kneading my heavy balls while she continues to suck me. I pump my hips slowly, making her take every last inch of me in her mouth and throat before pulling out again. I’m so fucking close, but I don’t want to come just yet. Stepping back away out of her reach, I tell her, “Your turn.”

I walk over to the oversized couch and lie down. “Your throne is awaiting, my queen,” I tell her before I motion for her to join me.

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