Sadie's Game (Ashby Crime Family)

By the end of the week, he was hooked.

It was time.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Owen paused in buttoning his jeans and looked up at me, a surprised smile on his face. “Can’t get enough of me?”

“Something like that,” I purred and stretched, arching my back to my tits pushed up. “I want to try something new, and I’d like to be as vocal as I want to be.”

“I’m listening.” He perked up at the idea of hearing me beg again.

“You know that little creek that splits the town from the golf course?” I’d taken that path as a shortcut through town for years. It was where I cried after the rape, where I cried after I lost Emily’s friendship and every day for months last year.

“I know it.”

“Meet me there at nine. Tomorrow.”

He let out a half-laugh and put his hands on his hips. “Going for a little romance?”

“Not at all,” I assured him. “This place is quiet and private. Perfect for what I have in mind.”

Owen gripped his cock through his jeans and groaned. “Can’t wait. Tomorrow at nine,” he confirmed and left through the window for the last time.

The next night, I dressed carefully in a black tank top and black skirt with a matching black sweater to get past my mom’s worries about my nonexistent virtue. But under the skirt, I wore black lace top stockings. Perfect for the tease.

Perfect for my prey.

“I’m off to do some tutoring, Mom.”

She frowned and clutched her rosary tighter. “But the school year doesn’t start for a few more days.”

“Right, but these kids fell behind last year because they got into some kind of trouble, so I thought getting a head start on the year might help them succeed and turn their lives around.”

A smile spread and she nodded. “All right, honey. Be careful.”

“I always am.” As soon as I closed the door behind me, I grabbed the backpack and blanket I dropped outside my bedroom window and headed toward the creek. I took my time, savoring every moment of the walk, knowing what was about to happen.

“Hey, babe.”

After about an hour, Owen showed up, I was no longer nervous about my plan. I was calm. Excited, even. “Hey yourself, handsome.”

His lips pulled into a confident smile as he dropped to his knees beside me, his eyes hungry, almost greedy. “Here we are.”

Those words sent a shiver through me, reminding me of exactly why I was here tonight. “Here we are.” I let my knees fall open to give Owen a glimpse of my pussy, perfectly bare.

“Oh fuck, Sadie. I love a bare pussy.” He was like a man possessed as he shoved at my chest and lifted my skirt, staring at my pussy like the Hope diamond was stuck to it. Then, he looked up with a dark and greedy look on his face.

“Be as loud as you want. I don’t mind.” Then his mouth was on my pussy, and the sensation was even better than that first kiss.

It was hotter, the feel of his lips and tongue on my pussy, the eager way he lapped at my juices. I didn’t know how to feel as real pleasure coursed through my veins against my will, but Owen ate pussy like he was born to do it. He fucked me with his tongue and sucked my clit so hard it sent fireworks shooting off behind my eyes.

“Yes!” The word fell from my lips accidentally, but I meant them because this pleasure wasn’t like the reluctant orgasm from last year. This was real. It was true.

It was genuine.

“Owen, more. Please.” That word granted me exactly what I wished for, more of his hot mouth and thick tongue French kissing my pussy like I was his first fucking crush. I didn’t want to feel this kind of pleasure, not with him, but I did. The feeling took over my body until every inch of me vibrated with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his neck and watched Owen, eyes closed, eat me up like Thanksgiving dinner. It was hotter than I could have ever imagined, watching his mouth devour my pussy. “Oh, yes!” I fell back, breathless and smiling as the orgasm shot out of every pore.

Owen sat up on his knees with a smug smile. “I don’t know what got me harder, your cries of pleasure or the way you begged me for more.”

It was the begging, definitely the begging. “Why choose?” I spread my legs a little wider and arched a brow.

“Fuck me, I can’t wait.” He unfastened his pants and stroked his cock, eyes never leaving mine. “I need to fuck you now, Sadie.”

I’ll just bet he did. “I have a better idea.” My heart beat steadily as I pushed him onto his back and took Owen’s cock in my hand, stroking him, slow at first and then faster and faster.