Free Her Twisted Pleasures by Amelia James

chiseled stomach while contemplating my next shot.
    Alex unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, sliding his hands inside and stroking his hard cock.
    “Damn it.” The cue ball bounced across the table and hit the bumper. “Missed.”
    He smirked. “You like watching a guy touch himself?”
    Is it that obvious? My face burned hot. “Will won’t do it in front of me.”
    “He’s a nice guy.” His eyes turned dark. “I’m not.”
    My nipples puckered and a hot, damp sheen flashed over my bare skin. “That’s why you turn me on.”
    Those black eyes looked straight into my darkened heart. “Why do you like to watch?”
    I stood up, throwing my shoulders back to let him get a good look. His fist tightened around his cock as the head swelled. A drop of pearly fluid dripped down his fingers.
    “That’s why. I like knowing I make a guy so hot he can’t keep his hands off himself. It’s my favorite compliment.”
    He gritted his teeth.
    I circled the table, once, twice—pretending to search for the best place to take my next shot—then braced my feet apart and bent way over, in front of Alex, nearly lying on the table. My ass rose up, offering him my dripping wet pussy. If he didn’t touch me this time….
    He groaned and his pants hit the floor. As he grabbed the back of my neck with one hand, holding me down, he shoved his cock inside me hard and fast.
    I squealed and he swore, pounding my ass. I came so hard I lost my balance and landed face down on the table, dislodging him.
    He flipped me over and dropped to his knees, eating my pussy like candy. I swung my legs over his shoulders, clipping the top of his head with my heel, but it didn’t faze him. He tongue-fucked me as my back arched off the hard table, demanding more. Alex always gave me what I wanted, whether I knew what I wanted or not.
    He made me come again, then he got on the table, pushing my thighs apart with his knees.
    “Fuck me.” I panted,
    reaching for him.
    He sat back and stroked his cock, watching me quiver. An evil smile twisted his lips. “Are you sure?”
    You already fucked me once tonight, so why are you asking now? “Yes.”
    “You want my cock instead of his?”
    “Don’t go there.”
    “We’re already there. My cock is right here if you want it.” He held it up. “All you have to do is take it.”
    You bastard. All night he’d flirted and tempted me, and now when I was spread out in front of him, he wanted me to make the choice. “And if I don’t?” Why did I do that? I can’t play his game and win.
    “Your loss.” He tugged at his zipper, but I distracted him with a kiss. I couldn’t enjoy sex without kissing.
    “Fuck me.” I breathed into his mouth. “Fuck me now. Fuck me hard.”
    “That’s not what I want to hear.”
    Then what are you after?
    “Tell me you want me.” His lips burned hot on mine.
    “I want you.” I whispered.
    “Say my name.”
    I hated that too. He had this perverse desire to remind me I wasn’t fucking the man I loved.
    “I want you… Alex.”
    He shoved me down on the table and slammed into me.
    Unable to look at him, I dug my fingernails into his ass, hoping to inflict some of my pain on him, but he kept pounding and punishing me with his hard body. And I liked it. All the pain and guilt disappeared and pleasure took over. Pleasure, heat, sweat, passion.
    “Damn it, Alex.”
    Oh, hell yes, what that man can do to me. My body rocked and he tried to hold my thighs apart, but I clamped my legs around his waist and convulsed under him.
    “You gotta keep your legs spread.” He gasped and pried himself off me.
    “Why?”
    “Because I told you to.” He looked around and grabbed a cue stick. His eyes lit up.
    Oh shit, he has an idea.
    “Do you trust me?”
    “Hell no.”
    His wicked laugh sent chills down my spine. He unzipped my boots and tossed them on the floor one at a time, stroking my quivering legs as if to soothe me. He laid the stick on the table and tied one ankle