Page 90 of Power Play

Hmmm, I thought, collapsing beside her on the bed. I might have over done it.

“That was…” she gasped and stopped like the right word wasn’t coming to her.

“Amazing?” I asked, brushing damp hair from her head. “Life-changing? Better than you ever imagined?”

“Excessive.”

“The Bruisers have a mindset coach, Rashma, and you know what she would say about that?”

“I would hope Rashma would keep her opinions about my orgasms to herself.”

“Rashma would say you have a scarcity mind set,” I said, pressing up against her side. I hissed as my cock felt the pressure of her hip. Honest to God, I was barely holding on. I thought some more about Rashma and how she said I was only pretending to have a Peter Pan complex due to the trauma of my childhood. Whatever. Joke’s on her, I didn’t even know what a Peter Pan complex was.

Kit rolled onto her side to face me, squishing her breasts to my chest. She stroked my face and my shoulder. Her fingers curved over my chest and down to my belly. Where they hovered over the waistband of my pajama pants. A waistband distorted by the head of my cock caught between my stomach and the elastic of my pants.

Her thumb glanced over the dripping head of my cock and I hissed. Reflexively I grabbed her hand.

“What?” she asked, wide-eyed with panic. “Not good-”

I leaned forward and kissed her mouth. Licked her lips. “I’m so hard, it hurts,” I told her. I took a deep breath and so did she. She blinked and so did I. Looking into those eyes, soft now, like the color of the sky in the east, at my home growing up in Vermont, before the sun came up.

“Let me,” she whispered, and I kissed her again, because I couldn’t help it. This prickly woman with no defenses was the most kissable woman I’d ever known. Her fingers slid into thetop of my pants, her fingers curling around my cock. I counted to ten, thought of Harrison’s disgusting feet, wondered what my brother was doing, but none of it distracted me.

Her fingers were warm and firm. I could feel the rough scrape of the callouses on her palm as she cupped her hand around the head of my cock. I was wet with precum, but not enough, and I grabbed her hand and pressed it between her legs.

“Get your hand wet for me,” I breathed into her mouth, still kissing her.

She made a growling sexy noise in her throat as she put her hand between her legs, getting her fingers slick with her cum. When her hand came back around me, it was perfect. Warm and wet. I curled her hand around my cock, showing her the pressure I needed. How to jack me, all the way to the bottom, and up to the top.

I dropped my hand and she did it herself.

“Like this?” she whispered.

“So good,” I managed to say.

“Tell me,” she said and my eyes met hers. She was heavy lidded and lush, right in front of me.

“Tell you what?” I asked.

“How you like it. How good I am. Tell me…”

That was fucking it. I dared anyone to control themselves while Kit Barrington asked you to talk dirty to her.

Nonsense poured out of my mouth. I told her she was so fucking good. So fucking hot. I couldn’t wait to get my cock so deep inside of her wet, greedy pussy.

She moaned and jacked me harder, her lips between her teeth.

“You like that,” I said to her. “You fucking love it. Kit Barrington is so fucking filthy for me. What are you going to let me do to you? Huh? What can I do to you, Kit?”

“Anything,” she whispered, her eyes meeting mine, and I came so hard in her hand it felt like my heart stopped. It felt like I was dying. I felt cum shooting up over my chest, my stomach. Her hand was probably covered in it. Her belly too.

Fuck, I thought, with my eyes closed. My brain was broken. My body in pieces. I hadn’t even been inside of her and it was the hottest thing I’d ever been a part of.

I’m never going to survive this. I don’t know where to go from here. I was the one with all the experience and I felt embarrassed and giddy.

When I could finally open my eyes, she was smiling at me.

“That was,” she said with a bright smile. The brightest smile I’d ever seen from her. Like she’d been cut loose from something. Set free. Like she was only giddy, never embarrassed. “So hot.”

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