Page 69 of Power Play

I don’t stop or slow down the entire time, our bodies using each other as our orgasms begin to build.

It’s not long until she’s coming around my cock, her orgasm pushing me over the edge, my cock filling her with cum as she muffles her cries into my neck, her entire body shaking around me. I slow my thrusts but don’t stop completely until I’ve milked my orgasm to the very last drop.

“Jesus Christ, you’re perfect,” I groan as I pull out of her. “I could watch my cum drip out of this pretty pink cunt forever. I love the thought of you sitting in the stands with my cum filling you up. Fuck.”

With one finger, I gather my cum and shove it back inside her, thrusting it in as the sensation overwhelms her.

“Rex. Please. I can’t take anymore,” she begs, her voice catching as I stroke her clit before bringing my fingers up to her mouth.

“You can, and when I finally have you alone, I’m going to prove to you what your body is capable of. I’m going to fuck you so hard. You’ll beg me to stop as I use your body like the dirty little slut you long to be, watching as you enjoy every fucking moment. Now, suck.”

She doesn’t hesitate, her mouth opening and allowing my fingers, wet with my cum, to slip past her lips, her tongue caressing my fingers as she drinks me down.

Every. Last. Drop.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I growl.

I don’t miss how her eyes light up at my praise. My girl likes it dirty.

She just might be perfect for me.

“I’ll meet you guys after the game, just let me know where you and Cassie end up. Deal?” I ask.

She just nods as she finishes dressing. Her eyes still blown out from desire, and her hands still shaky. With a quick peck on the lips, she’s slipping out of my office before we actually get caught this time.

Standing in my office and thinking about just how close we were to getting caught, I realize I’m not sure I give a fuck anymore because I’m falling hard for this woman.

Sawyer is quickly taking over my mind, burying herself so deep inside of me that I’ll be lost in the dark without her.

But it’s just casual... right?

* * *

The game takes forever, or at least it feels like it does. It was a rough game, but we were finally able to secure another win. We ended up going into overtime before finally winning in the shootout. It was a hard-fought win, and luckily, some of the changes we made seem to be working. We’re getting a lot more shots on the goal, which is obviously helping us win games.

It took a bit to get out of the arena, between talking with the players and scouts. But two hours after the game ended, I’m walking into McCully’s to meet everyone.

It’s a popular pub, and the lighting is dim, so it’s hard to find everyone. There’s music playing through the speakers, setting the mood, and people have already started to crowd the dance floor. It looks like the celebration of our win has already begun.

I see hands waving me over from a back booth by the dance floor, so I head in that direction, ignoring the looks some of the college girls give me. I know that look; they want me to know “they’re a sure thing.” But I don’t care about them. I’m walking over the only woman who has held my attention in years. I’m known to be the “one and done” kind of man, but with Sawyer, I don’t want to be done. Ever.

When I make it over to their table, I realize it was Trevor and Miles calling me over. Guess the whole gang came out tonight.

“Hey, dude. Helluva game tonight,” Miles says, leaning across the table for a fist bump.

“Thanks, I thought you guys had practice tonight?” I question.

“Nah, got canceled last minute. I guess a pipe burst or something, so we’re free tonight. Cassie had told us that they were going to the game, so we all met up here to watch. Figured this way we could all hang out.”

“Besides, you haven’t been around lately to give us an update. What’s going on with you and Sawyer?” Trevor asks with a knowing smirk.

“You just want to hear me say it, don’t you?” I groan.

“Yup. It’ll feel like a sweet victory to hear those words come out of your mouth. I love knowing the big, badass hockey guy is falling for the cute ballerina.”

“Who’s a cute ballerina?” Cassie asks, carrying a tray of shots up to the table.

“Oh, no one,” Trevor says, adding a playful wink.

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