Page 24 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11

Thursday

Penny pressed her thighs together as she stared at me.

But I doubted that extra friction helped her predicament. She really should have asked me to make her come.

She tried to make her next shot, but the cue ball bounced off the wall and didn't hit anything.

I picked her thong up off the ground and tossed it at her. "I believe I have to earn this. But don't bother putting it back on." I easily sunk my next ball.

She threw her thong back at me.

I laughed.

"If I had known how good you were at this, I wouldn't have agreed to this game."

She was frustrated. I got it. She’d teased me for weeks before I’d finally gotten to fuck her.

But she should have asked me to make her come if that’s what she wanted.

"I'm not sure if that's true,” I said and hit another solid ball easily into one of the pockets.

"Besides, you must have known I wasn't terrible if I owned a pool table. "

She put her hand on the edge of the table. "Well, if I had been thinking clearly, I would have just asked you to fuck me on it."

I lowered my eyebrows. "Unbutton my jeans, Penny."

She looked down at the bulge pressing against my jeans. "That's what you want me to do to you?"

"I need to be ready when I get my next shot in." I grabbed her hand and placed it on the waistline of my jeans.

She ran the back of her hand down my happy trail and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She pushed my jeans down, put her hands on the waistband of my boxers, and looked up at me.

I nodded my head.

She pushed my boxers down, freeing my cock again. She wrapped her hand around my length.

I cleared my throat and handed her the pool stick.

She batted her eyelashes at me. "Sorry, wrong stick."

I pressed my lips together and watched her walk back to the table. She bent over again, arched her back, and spread her legs.

My eyes fell to her ass. She was trying to tempt me. But all she needed to do was sink this shot and ask. Actually ask. But I only had so much control. I walked up behind her and trailed my fingers up the backs of her thighs.

She arched her back even more.

"I think maybe you should try to make your next shot like this." I slipped a finger inside of her.

She froze.

I slipped another finger inside of her greedy pussy, slowly stretching her out. "Take your shot, Penny."

She hit the cue ball. It went straight into the far right pocket.

I laughed and pulled my fingers out of her.

She turned around. "You cheated."

Did I? I slid my fingers into my mouth, licking off her juices, as I rounded the table.

I don’t think Penny and I had ever been naked in the same room without fucking.

And my cock knew it. I was having a hard time concentrating too.

But I loved games. Especially this one. Penny had just earned another punishment.

I grabbed the cue ball, tossed the ball up in the air, and caught it as I walked back over to her.

"Put your hands on the table, Penny."

"James, you cheated. You distracted me."

"If I recall, I also helped you with one of your shots earlier. I think it evens out. Hands on the table. Now."

She bit her lip then slowly turned around. She placed her hands on the wooden edge of the pool table and arched her back again.

I knew how she wanted me to punish her. By fucking her hard against the side of the pool table.

But that sounded a lot more like a reward.

Instead, I rolled the cold cue ball up the back of her right leg.

It shouldn't have been sexy. But everything about Penny’s body was sexy. Her whole body shivered with desire.

"James." Her voice sounded needy.

I silenced her by spanking her ass hard.

She moaned.

I knew how she liked being punished. She wanted my handprint on her ass and her wetness dripping down her thigh. I rolled the cold ball over the spot I had just spanked, soothing the skin.

"Penny, I'm going to give you one last shot." I moved the ball to the back of her other leg and slowly rolled it up to her ass.

"One shot won't help. You're going to win next time you have..."

I spanked her again. "I like that you're full of surprises.

Surprise me, and I'll give you exactly what you want.

I'll fuck you as hard as you want. For as long as you want.

" I kissed the side of her neck. "I'll do whatever you want me to.

" I massaged the cue ball over my handprint.

Fuck, I just needed to be inside of her.

For the love of God, make the shot, Penny.

"Give me the ball,” she said.

I tossed it over her shoulder. She moved it a little to the right. Instead of aiming for one of her striped balls, she shot the cue ball into the eight ball. Both balls went into the pocket.

And she thought I was a cheater? I grabbed her waist. "The eight ball and the cue ball?"

She just smiled.

I pushed on her back so that her torso was flush against the pool table.

"Ending the game and ensuring that I'd punish you even more?

That'll do." I would have spanked her again, but I’d been staring at her curves for what felt like hours.

I felt like I was starving. I thrust deep inside of her, all the way to my hilt.

Fuck. It was everything I wanted and more.

She moaned.

"Tell me what you want," I said as I thrust in and out of her, faster and faster.

"Please," she panted. "Please, James."

She couldn’t say it. But I knew what she wanted. I’d tortured her enough.

"Okay,” I conceded. I pulled her up so that her back was pressed against my torso. "Okay." I kissed her neck gently and began to massage her clit. You were such a good girl. "You can come now." I had plenty of time to corrupt her. Right now she just needed a release.

She immediately shattered around me, her pussy pulsing around my cock.

God, the way she gripped my cock.

"Professor Hunter," she moaned and collapsed back down on the table. Her pussy kept clenching me.

I gritted my teeth. I didn’t want to cum again. Not yet. I’d had a picture in my head of how I wanted her as soon as I saw her in this room. I waited for her orgasm to subside before slowly pulling out of her.

She turned around and looked up at me. There was that innocent look again. Like she hadn’t just come around her professor’s cock.

I grabbed her chin in my hand. "I still like when you call me that."

"Professor Hunter?"

My Adam's apple rose and then fell. "Yes."

"Then why did you tell me to stop?"

"I want us to just be us. Besides, I'm not even a professor anymore."

"I like calling you Professor Hunter."

I lowered my eyebrows. Every time she said it, I wanted to fuck her.

I liked that she was my student and that I was her professor.

It was dirty. And wrong. And forbidden. I knew I was fucked up in the head.

Hell, I wasn’t even a professor anymore.

But I never actually wanted her to stop calling me that.

"You'll always be Professor Hunter to me,” she said.

I grabbed her waist and set her down on the edge of the pool table. "I don't know why I find it so sexy when you call me that."

"Professor Hunter." She ran her hands down my six pack.

I leaned forward and kissed her hard.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me back. "I want you to fuck me in the middle of the pool table, Professor Hunter."

I thought you’d never ask. "Then get in the middle and spread your legs, Miss Taylor." I flashed her a smile. And I swear her pupils dilated. She liked when I called her that. Maybe we were both fucked up in the head. A perfect match.

She pushed some of the balls out of her way and scooted into the center of the table.

I climbed onto the table after her, stalking toward her on all fours. I leaned over her and pushed more balls out of our way. They clanged together as I pressed down on the center of her chest, shoving her back onto the table.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to feel her grip me. I wanted her to milk my cock with her pussy like she had with her mouth.

I grabbed her thighs and thrust deep inside of her.

"Professor Hunter," she moaned.

I kept one hand on her thigh and grabbed the edge of the table with my other hand for leverage.

"I've missed hearing you say that." I wanted her to say it a million times. I loved that she wasn’t ashamed of how we met.

She was proud to be mine. I kissed her hard as I continued to slide my length in and out of her.

She was still so fucking wet. So tight. So perfect.

We were so much more than professor and student now. But this was so incredibly hot. It brought me right back to our very first time in my office. When I first tasted her on my desk.

"Harder, Professor Hunter,” she moaned.

I loved how bad she was for me. I grabbed both of her hands and lifted them above her head, knocking more balls out of the way. "Fuck, Penny." I moved my hips faster. "I'll never get enough of you."

"I'll never get enough of you either."

I leaned down and kissed her again as I moved my hips faster. I loved how rough I could be with her. How wet she always was for me. How greedy she was for my cock.

She moaned again.

I knew she was close. "Say my name when you come, Penny. I want to hear you say it when you clench around my cock." I tilted my hips, hitting her in that spot that always made her lose control.

"Professor Hunter!" she screamed as she came again, pulsing around me.

And I lost control too. Shot after shot of cum filling her aching pussy. I kept sliding in and out of her warmth as my heart rate slowed.

Yes, I’d been her professor. And she’d been my student. I loved that. But we were more than that now. She was…everything to me. Every single thing. I slowly pulled out of her and collapsed beside her. I pulled her head onto my chest.

Her cherry perfume mixed with sweat was my favorite smell in the world. I don't think I had ever felt so relaxed and happy.

Penny sighed and nuzzled against my chest.

"I love you, Penny.” I ran my fingers through her hair. “I love you more than I even knew I could." I just wanted to stay here all night, tangled up in her.

She tilted her head and kissed my chest. "I love you."

I stared down at her.

She kissed my chest again. "James."

I swallowed hard.

She kissed my collar bone. "Professor Hunter."

I stifled my groan.

She kissed the scruff under my chin. "C.E.O."

C.E.O. I was going to have to get used to that again. Maybe I could get her to come work for me. I did love fucking her against my desk…

She kissed my lips.

I grabbed the side of her face and deepened the kiss.

"Whatever you want to be,” she said. “You're mine." She smiled down at me.

I ran my palm along her cheek. "Yours." How the fuck did I get this lucky? I was hers and she was mine. Nothing else mattered. No matter what I did, she’d be beside me. And I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself.