VEGASPETE🔞+KEEPING MY HUSBAND

Chapter-18

NOTE-There is sexual content ahead🔞...

VEGAS POV

KEEPING Pete ON the edge all day has been quite entertaining, to say the least. And knowing that he's so horny and desperately craving my cock, and only my cock, makes me feel powerful, like I can conquer the world.

"Let's play some pool," I suggest while we're sitting on the couch watching TV. he's been trying to hump my bones all afternoon and evening, and I haven't given in to he yet.

"You want to play pool. Now?" He asks with a heavy sigh, and I can hear the disappointment in he voice.

I bite back a grin and tell he, "Yes, let's play."

I get up from the couch and extend my hand to he. When he reluctantly puts he hand in mine, I pull he up to a standing position and lead he over to the rec room.

A pool table sits in the middle of the room. There are various other games and electronics that we could play with, but I want to see Pete bent over this table as he strokes a long stick with he hands. Fuck, it's going to take all of my willpower to actually play the game and not put my long stick in he.

I pick up a pool cue and hand Pete one. The balls are already racked on the table, so I tell he, "prince first." I watch anxiously as he lines up a shot, breaking the cluster of balls and sending them scattering over the pool table. he manages to get one of the balls in a corner pocket.

"Stripes," He says.

I grin. "Then I'm solids."

he bends over the table, and my cock presses painfully against my zipper as I watch he swing he hips in an effort to get a good angle. I bite back a groan as I watch he stroke the pool cue between he fingertips before he releases it, smacking the tip against the number nine ball. he gets the shot in, and, fuck, color me impressed.

"I married a pool shark," I tell he, and he giggles.

"My great aunt had an old pool table in the basement. I used to play for hours since we rarely left the house."

I frown at that statement. He great aunt was a real piece of work. I can't believe Pete's father would send his only son to live with someone like that. The woman barely took care of Pete. he didn't buy he things or spoil he the way he deserved. I'm just glad that I can make up for lost time and give he the life he used to probably only dream about.

I watch he hit four more shots in until he finally misses one. I take my time lining up my shots, smacking ball after ball in and ultimately winning the game.

"You win," He says.

"What's my prize?" I ask as I turn to he.

At this point, he's pouting, thinking I don't want he when, in reality, I've never wanted he or anyone else more in my entire life than in this moment.

"Whatever you want," He answers before he pink tongue darts out of he mouth to lick he lips.

"Whatever I want?" I pace around the floor, looking he up and down. he's still mad about earlier when I wouldn't let he come. I guess I should make it up to he, but I want to tease he a little more first. I love that he's so hot and TURNED on for me.

"Get on the pool table, PETE," I tell he. he raises he brows in confusion. "Don't make me tell you again. Climb on the table, lie on your back and hang your head over the edge."

he carefully hoists heself up onto the table and does what I instructed. With he head hanging over the edge, he beautiful, long neck is exposed. I stroke he silky, smooth skin and feel he swallow hard under my hand.