SMUT | ONE SHOTS

Billiards & Cocks [Boy X Girl]

This story is about Mario and Quinn. They're on their fourth date, at Mario's house, and play Billiard - one of his favourite games. But they soon forget all about it and accidentally turn the table into a bed.

Enjoy.

XOXO,
Gossip Boy

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"Here, I'll help you," he smiled sweetly, standing behind me to adjust the grip. I let out a sharp gasp as his dick gently pressed up against my ass, hard as stone.

"Like this..." His soft voice was like honey, dripping down my back and collecting in my underwear. "Got it?"

"Mhm," was all I could force out, involuntarily pushing back against him to make better contact. It made my pussy ache all the more for it to be inside me. Pulsating.

He took a step back with a grin, me glancing down to see his member strain against his pants. Fuck.

"Show me then."

I bent forward, a bit more than necessary, to try and push the ball towards the corner. But it missed with centimetres to go, like the last three times.

"Bad luck," I insisted, standing up to watch him now.

He placed the cue over his nuckles and pushed with one fluid movement, my pussy clenching around air at the same time. He hit perfectly, letting the 8 fall down the hole with a satisfying clunk.

"Rematch," I insisted, starting to pick the balls up again. He grinned playfully.

"I will just win again," he said. "But of course."

He walked behind me, letting a finger slowly trail along my lower back, as he went to fix with his cue.

Before I had thought about it, my hand had grabbed his wrist and turned him around to face me. He looked at me dumbfounded, frozen in shock.

"What is it?"

"Just kiss me!"

He took a few seconds to stare before giving a wide smile. His big hands went under my butt and helped me to sit on the edge of the table, my legs locking around his waist. His dick pressed against my pussy, me gently grinding against it.

"Fucking hell," he groaned, nails digging into my waist to pull my mouth to his. I went willingly, my hands finding his hair and forcing him even closer. Our tounges met, exploring each others mouths as I continued grinding against him in slow circles.

His hand travelled up and over my tank-top to grasp around my breast, massaging it in the pace of my grinding. I let out a deep moan, suddenly needing all our clothes to be gone. Now.

I started pulling off my top, letting his gaze slowly eat up my breasts, now only with a bra separating them from him. He did the same to his shirt, being my turn to eat him out with my eyes. Damn.

His hand grazed teasingly over my clit and then over my leg and back towards my ass. He squeezed it softly, me biting my bottom lip in excitement.

I started unbuckling his belt and pulled down his zipper, gladly letting out his pulsating cock pushing against his underwear.

"Oh, you're turned on, aren't you?" I teased, gently pulling on the fabric so it grazed the head.

"Shut up," he groaned, pushing it once again to my wet pussy, stepping out of his pants. I grasped his hair, scratching the scalp and biting his bottom lip.

The moan leaving him was fantastic.

I started grinding against him, tounge dancing with his and mumbled through the kisses, "release me from this bra."

Without letting go of my mouth he found the back and unbuttoned it. I threw it away to god knows where and started working on my pants.

"You want me to help you?" He smiled, taking a step back. I glared at him as he chuckled and pulled them off.

I let my toe catch the edge of his boxers, looking into his eyes with a sly smile. He walked up to me so I could reach with my hands, one closing around his pulsating cock as the other released his legs from that irritating piece of fabric.

"How about yours?" He asked, his breath catching as I let my hand glide down to his root and back up again. I grasped the edge of the table, placing my legs onto his shoulders and lifting my ass.

"Like this."

He pulled them off, lowering my legs one after the other, placing a kiss on my calf. I didn't see where they landed, but I also didn't fucking care. All I could think about was his cock inside me.

We were now both completely naked, my legs spreading for him and placed on the table like a feast. I could already feel myself dripping at the thought of him thrusting into me.

But he seemed to like teasing the hell out of me, because he slowly went down onto his knees.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I frowned.

He didn't answer. Instead he took hold of my hips and tasted my aching pussy with a soft moan leaving my lips. Oh god. Oh fucking hell.

I bucked incontrollably against his face, needing him to go deeper, faster, harder. But he just pressed me gently but firmly back and continued eating me out painfully slow.

"Mario," I moaned, my hands curling on the table. "Please!"

I was sure that I could hear a chuckle leaving his lips. But he did what I wanted, forcing his tounge inside me. But it still wasn't enough. I wanted his big cock pounding me until I cried.

"Get up," I groaned. And he did.

"The misstress called," he grinned, lips chapped with my sweet juice.

"Fuck me," I said, grabbing his shoulders to drag him forward. He gave me a smink and took hold of my waist, still teasing with his tip just inches from my opening.

Without warning, he plunged into me. I gasped from pleasure, him filling up every inch of my insides until he found that sweet spot furthest in.

"Do you like that?" He purred, biting my neck before kissing it with tounge. I winced at the perfect pain.

"Yes, yes," I moaned. He pulled out with a smile before he thrusted back in, one hand seeking up to cup my breast, massaging it in pace with his thrusts.

My head fell back, pushing as close as I could with my hips and locking my legs behind his ass.

"Lie down, sweetheart," he instructed, holding me as my back was placed onto the table. He then moved so my legs laid on top of his shoulders and once again grabbed my hips. The thrust became faster, our moans filling up every corner of his house.

Clean and bright bliss filled my very core, and it just got sharper as his finger found my clit and made my moans even loader - me now on the brink of screaming.

"More!" I gasped, and he sped up, pushing against me even deeper and harder. And I edged closer to the awaited finish. His cum filled me up the very second mine coated his cock.

"Agh!"

He gave two more thrusts before pulling out, breathing like we both just had run a marathon. His hands found my face, making me look at him.

"That was perfect."

"It really was," I agreed, kissing his palm before closing my eyes again. I would be reliving this night in my mind for years to come.