Page 58 of Power Play

“You’re such a good girl, Sawyer. Such a good fucking girl,” Rex groans, his words have my thighs coated in wetness.

I let one hand fall away from his thigh and down between my legs to slowly rub my clit. Rex keeps going, thrusting wildly down my throat, his thumb gently wiping the tears streaming down my cheeks.

I love that he doesn’t hold back; he can read my body language well enough to know that even with my tears, I want more. I feel like he’s flipped a switch in me.

Hollowing my cheeks and sucking, I use one hand to grip his balls while the other hand starts rubbing faster circles on my clit, not even slowing down as he notices, his eyes widening with desire.

“You want to come, baby girl? Is my cock sliding down your throat turning you on?” Rex’s voice is low and raspy with lust, but I hear him loud and clear. Nodding fiercely, excitement fills me as I continue rubbing my clit, getting closer and closer to finishing.

“You’ll come when I say. Not a second before. Understand?” He pulls out and waits for my response.

“Yes, sir.” I nod, eagerly waiting for him to be back in my mouth. When he slides back in with no hesitation, I nearly come just from the look on his face.

Pure ecstasy.

“Now touch yourself. I’m going to come in this pretty mouth as you finish yourself off. Understand?

The thought of touching myself and making myself come while Rex watches is terrifying. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone before. But... the thought of making myself come while he comes down my throat spurs me on. I start moving my fingers quicker, in firm circles, and my body slowly starts to shake as Rex’s thrusts grow erratic.

“Not yet, baby girl,” he says, his voice rough as he yanks my hair back, changing the angle for himself.

I’m barely holding on, whimpers attempting to fall from my mouth as my body starts shaking. Rex thrusts a few more times before looking down at me, and there’s something different in his eyes. “Now,” he says, as he thrusts into my mouth and his cock pulses as he pumps his release down my throat.

My whole body feels like it’s on fire as I swallow his cum, my body shaking as I come so hard, I see stars. I’m trying to scream, but no sound comes out as Rex continues thrusting into my mouth.

It takes a moment, but he slides his cock out of my mouth, his thumb catching a small drop of his cum that I missed. In one quick motion, he slips it back into my mouth. “Suck it clean.”

I do. I suck his thumb in my mouth like I’m sucking his cock again, making sure to give him a show. His eyes light up in obvious enjoyment.

“God, I could watch you do this every day,” Rex whispers, his thumb rubbing my lips as he stares into my eyes.

The only thing I know is that at this moment, I feel like I belong right here, and that should scare me. But it doesn’t.

I feel safe.

I feel cared for.

I feel desired.

“Then let’s do it again,” I whisper, pushing against his hand that has now slipped to my throat.

“No, we need actual food first. Come with me,” Rex grumbles, but grabs my hand on his way out, bringing me along with him. It’s cute.

When we get into the kitchen, Rex surprises me by lifting me up onto my counter and kissing me senseless. It’s quick, but his body pressing against mine and our tongues caressing each other’s has me wanting to try really hard to convince him that I can be his dinner.

Pulling back, he looks at me curiously.

“Anything you don’t eat?” he asks quickly.

“Nope, I’ll eat anything,” I respond, shocked when he quirks up a suggestive brow. I can’t help but laugh. “Hey, I’ll try anything once. Besides, I can definitely cook for us.” I wink, playing along a bit.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Rex says as he turns toward my pantry. “Don’t move, Sawyer.”

Sitting here with this gorgeous man in my kitchen, about to cook me food, feels too good to be true. I almost feel like I need to pinch myself to make sure it’s not a dream. But when Rex comes out of my pantry with ingredients for nachos, I pray it isn’t one. This man is perfect.

Thirty minutes later, we’re sitting on the patio, snuggled under a blanket because we’re still naked, finishing up a tray of nachos. It’s peaceful, perfect, but leaves my brain running, asking questions I need answers to. Now.

“Okay. Can we discuss the elephant in the room?” I finally ask.

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