“Maybe I like it when you don’t go easy on me.”
She’s not talking about chess anymore. I let a bit of growl into my voice, challenging her. “Maybe we’ll make this a win in three moves then, so we can see just how not-easy you like it.”
She rises to the bait, planting her feet cutely on the floor. “Challenge accepted.”
I settle down behind the board, looking across at her. “Ladies first.”
Allie grins, resting her chin in her palm “Mmm, giving me the advantage? Rather sure of yourself, aren’t you? What if I’m actually sandbagging you?”
“I’ll take the risk,” I reply, getting into the game as we each make our opening moves. I’ll admit that my competitiveness almost immediately kicks in, but I’m enjoying playing the game with her.
She’s good, but it’s an uneven match. Still, I find myself making moves to prolong the game, but she calls me on it the second time I pass up a chance at checkmate.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to let me win. But that can’t be. So maybe it’s that you want to play longer?” She lifts one eyebrow teasingly, and I hum, but Allie isn’t having any of that. “Too bad. I had other thoughts on ways we could play, ones that don’t involve chess.”
Her voice promises all types of heat, and it’s a distraction move that I’ve never had used on me before. I sit back in my chair, deciding on my strategy for her more than the game as I eye her.
Ever the impulsive one, she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, unceremoniously exposing her body to me, perfection in the flesh. With a smirk, she leans back, her breasts rising proudly from her chest.
“Your move.”
I force myself to wait one second, not letting her have the upper hand before I stand, lifting the board and table out of the way in one smooth movement, and then I’m on her, her chair scooting back a few inches from my power. I shove her legs open, her knees resting over the arms of the chair and her pussy spread wide for me.
So pretty, so pink, so . . . mine.
Slowly, I sink to my knees in front of her, making her wait and watch every inch that I get closer to her center. I can see the pulse at her throat fluttering, giving away her façade of patience, but that’s okay because I’m not patient anymore either.
I need her again, her taste on my tongue, my name on her lips, her wild abandon as she comes for me. I nibble at her inner thigh, drawing a groan of desire from her throat.
I’ve resisted tasting her, waiting for this moment when she would be spread out, offered to me without hesitation. I want to look in her eyes as we see each other’s reaction to the first touch, and it’s magic as I lick along her pussy, so sweet and feminine. Immediately, I suck on her bud, fluttering my tongue over it, and her hands weave into my hair, holding me there in a silent demand for more.
I tease her, savoring her lips and sipping on her sweet, tangy wine before sliding two fingers inside her, rubbing along her front wall and finding the rough spot that I know drives her wild when I coordinate strokes of it and flicks of my tongue on her clit.
“Oh, fuck, Dominick, right there, yes,” she moans with each breathy exhale.
I give her a few strokes, watching as she takes my fingers over and over inside her and enjoying the glistening evidence of her arousal.
“So perfect, Allison. You said you didn’t want me to go easy on you. Is that still true?” I ask, knowing that my ‘soft’ tongue is harder for her to handle than even the fiercest assault on her pussy.
She cries out, begging for me, and I lift up on my knees, getting a better angle to dominate her. I slide my free hand up to cup her neck, not putting choking pressure but letting her know that I’m there and that she shouldn’t move or fight back.
She bites her lip, but I can see the pleading agreement in her eyes. I fingerfuck her hard, slamming into her with power and using my thumb along her clit when I have the opportunity.
“That’s it, take it hard, love. You can handle it, handle me. I want this pussy to know who it belongs to with every step you take tomorrow.”
She’s getting close, I can feel her walls swelling and clenching, and her eyes flutter closed. I pause, my thumb resting on her pulsing clit but not moving at all, drawing it out until she opens her eyes to look at me in silent pleading.