Page 39 of Power Play

“Oh god, more. Please,” I moan, this new position hitting all the right spots.

“He’s not here right now, baby girl,” Rex growls as he slams all the way in. His one hand still holds my leg in the air, while his other slowly moves past my collar bone, back to its place on my throat.

He seems to like it there, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t too.

As he thrusts wildly into me, he squeezes harder this time, his grip firm and unyielding as he thrusts wildly into me. His eyes darken, what were once bright blue are now dark and feral. Like he’s thrown all of the pleasantries and bullshit politeness out the window, leaving just this unhinged version ready to devour me.

“He’s not the one you should be begging,” Rex replies, his voice husky as the shift in position brings us both closer to finishing.

I thought grumpy Rex was the hottest version he could be. I was wrong. This version of him, all demanding and dominant, takes the cake. I’ll pretty much do whatever this man says in hopes I might get a “good girl” out of it.

“Don’t stop, Rex. Please.”

“Don’t come, Sawyer. Don’t you dare,” he says as my legs start to shake, the need to feel that release becomes overwhelming, but I try to push it down.

Grabbing his arms, I hold on tight. Right as my body starts to fall over the edge, small bursts of electricity take over my body. But before my orgasm can completely take over, he stops, pulling himself out of my body.

My nails dig into his arms, clenching his biceps with either the desire for him to continue or anger that he even stopped in the first place; it’s currently undecided. Rex’s hands remain still, holding firmly on my hips as he continues to breathe heavily. He doesn’t say anything, just holds me still as he works to regain control.

“Flip over, baby girl,” Rex growls as he leans forward, our lips brushing. “I want to see you on your hands and knees, this pretty ass up in the air waiting for me.”

I moan as Rex flips me over, positioning me exactly how he wants me. His hands explore my body. Rubbing along my hips and ass, only a growl of approval letting me know he likes what he sees.

I love that he’s taken complete control of my pleasure. Leaving me to trust that he knows my body well enough to play it right so we both leave this with a happy ending.

The scariest part is that I do trust him.

With one hand on my hip, he grabs his cock with the other hand and begins sliding it back and forth through my pussy. He’s teasing me, purposely, as he moves slowly until I’m whimpering. In one smooth motion, he’s lined up with my pussy, slowly sliding in till he’s seated inside of me.

“Jesus Christ, you’re huge,” I shriek.

“I don’t like hearing another man’s name fall from your lips, especially when I’m buried deep inside of you,” Rex grumbles.

It’d be cute if he wasn’t currently fucking me senseless.

Looking back over my shoulder, he’s gazing intensely at me as he thrusts inside, angling my body perfectly so his cock, piercing and all, grazes that spot deep inside me repeatedly. He pushes me over the edge so fast that I don’t even see the orgasm coming as he shoves my face down into the pillow.

My whole body tenses, shaking with pleasure, and my pussy clenches around him, driving Rex even closer to finishing with me. I’m moaning, possibly screaming. I’m not entirely sure. I’m just thankful my face is buried in the pillow, or the neighbors would be getting a front row seat to me getting my brains fucked out. His erratic thrusts driving into me are the only sign that he’s coming along with me, but when he moans my name as he fills me up, my body shivers along with him, the aftershocks of my orgasm hitting me without warning.

Neither of us moves. It takes us both a few minutes before either of us move or say anything. I’m lost in the aftereffects of these intense orgasms. Moving isn’t exactly on my to-do list right now. And if I’m being honest, I’m not sure I’m physically capable of it right now.

“I’m going to pull out. Don’t move,” Rex says, sliding out and surprising me as he kisses my forehead before heading to the bathroom. After a minute, he returns with a warm washcloth and begins cleaning me up.

When he’s done, I’m quickly scooped up and laid down on his pillow, still in his arms.

“You good?” he asks quietly. “You’re not hurt, right?”

“Nope, perfect,” I mumble into his neck.

“Good. Sleep. I’m not done with this pretty little pussy yet,” he whispers in my ear before gently cocooning me in his arms.

The last thing I hear before I fall asleep is him whispering against my hair.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be done with it.”

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SAWYER

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