Page 35 of Power Play

Still waiting, old man...

Harris

Leave him alone, guys. He’s probably getting his dick sucked.

Cade

You’ve got a point, Harris. Let him fuck in peace.

Why am I here? You guys are annoying.

Harris

If you can text while she’s doing it, she’s not the one, bro.

Miles

;)

Shut up. We’re heading back to my place. No, you’re not invited.

Night, fuckers.

With that, I shove my phone in my pocket, ignoring the constant vibration. I see Sawyer glance down at her phone, those big mouths must’ve told the girls.

Those men gossip like a bunch of old ladies. Fuck, they’re worse than that. I’d be surprised if the girls weren’t reading over their shoulders the entire time.

I lose all train of thought when the cab pulls up outside my place. I pay them and hop out of the cab, pulling Sawyer behind me into the building and onto the elevator. The doors haven’t even closed all the way before we’re on each other again. Her soft whimpers urging me on and her hands gripping me tightly are a silent plea for more.

“This mouth should be a crime,” I growl. “All it takes are these sounds, the way your soft lips feel, to fill my mind with images of you on your knees, these pretty red lips surrounding my cock. It’s dangerous enough that just might fuck you right here in this elevator.”

Sawyer moans into my mouth, urging me on.

Spinning her against the wall, I push into her as I savagely take her mouth again. Slipping my tongue against her lips, she immediately lets me in, moaning into my mouth as I press my cock against her.

“I have fantasies of my own, you know,” she whispers, nipping my bottom lip hard before gently soothing it with her tongue. “But they include you on your knees, worshipping me, Mr. Lockwood.”

“Oh, I promise you, baby girl. I will be on my knees for you, but it’s you who will be screaming for me. Begging for more,” I growl.

Sliding my hands down, I rest one gently against her throat, a silent demand for her attention. Unable to resist, I begin pressing rough bites, followed by gentle kisses, all along her collar bone, relishing the feeling of her hands in my hair as she pulls on it and lets out a small whimper.

“Rex,” her voice is nothing more than a moan at this point. Her hands still working to pull me as close to her as possible. “More, please.”

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t we? I bet if I slipped my fingers into your panties right now, you’d be soaking wet. Just waiting for my cock to fill you up. God, I bet you’ll look so pretty with my cock in your tight little cunt. Or in your mouth. I’m not picky.”

The elevator doors finally open, shattering the bubble we’ve found ourselves in. Pulling back, we lock eyes, our breathing heavy as we pause and stare at each other. Desire evident in her eyes, and I’m sure my own look the same.

Without a word, I lift Sawyer in my arms, and her legs immediately wrap around my waist. Her hands waste no time exploring my body and my hair, slowly driving me crazy as I finally get my door open and her inside. Slamming her against the door, I press against her, pushing my hard cock against her core.

“Is this what you want? To watch me lose control, baby girl? Is that why you’ve been driving me crazy since the second I saw you in that club? Your hot little body a constant tease. Just begging me to dirty it up a bit,” I breath in her ear.

“Yes, please. Lose control,” she practically begs.

With one finger on her chin, I tilt her head till she’s looking up at me. I’m not sure if I’m more pleased with her plea for me to lose control or the fact that she actually seems excited to watch it. Feel it. “Oh, I will. Don’t worry. But, baby girl, don’t forget, I may lose some control with you, but I’m still in complete control in the bedroom.” Her eyes heat up—a combination of rebellion mixed with satisfaction.

Fuck me, this girl gets turned on by giving up control. If that doesn’t make me want to take her over my knee and redden that pretty little ass up until she’s begging for my cock. I could mark her, paint her with my cum, and claim her as mine. So far, she’s pretty fucking perfect.

“Touch me,” she begs.

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