Page 36 of Power Play

“The second this started, you gave up your control. I’ll touch you when I’m ready.” She wants to fight me; I can see it in her eyes. She wants that control, but fuck that. “But I promise you’ll enjoy every fucking second.”

I pull her in for a kiss, taking it slow and gentle, which Sawyer immediately meets with passion, trying to force the kiss further. She’s practically pleading with her mouth for more. But I’m not above making her beg.

By the time I give her my cock, I want her begging and pleading for me to fill her up.

When she’s moaning and panting from just a kiss, I turn from the door and walk her to my room. Her mouth never leaves my body, pressing kisses along my jawline, nibbling on my ear. Her teasing works, and I walk into my room and practically throw her down on my bed.

She stares up at me hungrily, her eyes slowly taking in my body as I peel my shirt up over my head before standing there, deciding what to do to her first. Do I peel off all her clothes and unwrap her like a present? Or do I bury my face in her cunt until she’s come more times than she can count and is begging for my cock? Maybe I’ll fill that sassy little mouth with my cock, watching as she gags all over me.

The only thing I do know is that I need to touch her. Now.

Walking closer to her, I put one knee on the bed and lean down until my mouth is pressed against hers for a quick kiss. Pulling her up, I drag her shirt off, leaving her in just a red lace bra covering those perfect tits. Fuck, it’s red like that first night.

Sawyer is built like a dancer, but she has these perfect, beautiful full tits just begging for my attention. Her thighs are cut, showcasing years of discipline; her muscles defined. I can’t keep myself from imagining her thighs against my face, her cunt dripping while she rides my tongue.

With one hand, I pull her tits out of her bra, licking and sucking each one until she’s squirming beneath me. My other hand slowly drifts down her body. Slipping past her stomach, I get to the button of her jeans and pop them open.

“I can’t wait to see this pretty little cunt of yours. Tell me, baby girl, are you soaking wet for me right now?” I murmur, switching nipples again with my mouth, one hand pinching the other.

She’s watching me, her eyes dark with desire as she nods her head yes. That’s all it takes for me to me snap. Unable to stop the growl that leaves my throat, I slide her jeans down her legs. Leaning in, I press my nose against the lace of her panties.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you smell delicious,” I say, slipping my fingers under her panties before tearing them off.

“Rex!” she yelps, but it quickly becomes a moan as I slip my fingers inside her, my thumb pressing lazy circles around her clit.

She squirms, her body so responsive. It’s fucking incredible.

“I can’t wait,” I whisper.

“For what?”

“To taste this pretty pussy of yours,” I say. Leaning forward, I press kisses up her thighs, stopping only once I get to her core. Moving my fingers away from her clit, I almost laugh at Sawyer’s cute growl of disapproval at the loss. But as my mouth latches on her clit and my fingers slide into her wet heat, the only sounds I hear are moans.

My tongue pushes against her clit as my fingers continue sliding in and out, fucking her just enough to drive her wild but not enough to let her come. Keeping this tempo up, her body starts writhing beneath me as her hands in my hair tighten their grip. When her breathing hitches, telling me she’s close, I pull out, slowing down my pace, thoroughly pissing her off.

The growl that comes from her mouth is cute as fuck. She’s so frustrated. Her hips begin lifting, searching for more, trying to build the friction faster, but I refuse.

“Every time you try to make this go faster, I promise I’ll pull back.”

“Please, Rex.”

“Please what?”

“Give me more. Make me come,” she whines.

“Maybe now that you’ve asked so nicely.”

“Shut up and—”

Curling my fingers inside her, I make sure to hit that spot deep inside her that has her practically begging for more. When I suck her clit into my mouth and graze it gently with my teeth, she explodes, her taste coating my tongue, making it nearly fucking impossible to pull back from.

Watching this woman come might be my new favorite past-time.

The way her pale skin turns a rosy pink, her eyes darkening with lust. Those things, mixed with her moans and soft whimpers, make me nearly come without her even touching me.

After I work her through her orgasm, making sure to taste every last drop, I’m already craving more.

When did this woman start occupying my mind like this? I went from wanting nothing to do with a woman for more than a night to thinking about her constantly, the desire to give her orgasm after orgasm nearly controlling me.

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