Page 36 of The Power Play

“Fuck.Yes,” he moans, and I smile before taking him fully into my mouth as far back as I can go which isn’t even close to the entirety of him. I use my hand to work the part I can’t fit.

I suction my mouth around him, pulling up to the tip, running my tongue around the head before sliding my mouth back down, attempting to get further each time. He’s practically shaking with his restraint to not touch me.

Pulling my mouth off him I say, “You can touch.”

“Thank fuck,” he breathes before his hands are tangled in my hair and my mouth is enveloping him once again.

I continue my efforts of swallowing him as deep as possible and am rewarded by the delicious burn of his hands pulling at my hair and his loud moans. I love when guys make noise and are loud, nothing is hotter to me. Add in the bite of pain in my skull and the way he feels filling my mouth, I’m going to come at the same time as him without even touching myself.

“I’m close, Audrey, I–fuuuuck.”

I grin around him and double my efforts, taking him in the back of my throat even further, swallowing around him.

“I’m going to come, shit,” he moans, his hips flexing up into me, hands pushing my head down. I take it as a challenge, swallowing him once again.

His hips thrust up toward my face, forcing me to take him even deeper. His movements become choppy; moans become louder. He pulses against my tongue, filling my mouth with his orgasm that I swallow instantly.

Looking up at him with tear filled eyes and a smile on my face, he looks both shocked and hungry for more.

“How was that?” I ask, still kneeling between his legs, cock still half hard and wet with my saliva.

“I–” he stutters, still just looking at me with wide eyes. I can see the conflict there. He wants to push for more but doesn’t know if he can.

“Tell me,” I slide my hands up his thighs, leaning closer, my bare chest rubbing on his skin slightly.

“That was fucking amazing,” he breathes, licking his lips then slides his gaze from my eyes to my lips, then chest. “I want to touch you.”

“Hm,” I hum, standing up, looking down at him. “Do you think you’ve earned the right to touch me?”

“Fuck I hope so,” he breathes out.

“Should you be rewarded by getting to lick my pussy?”

“Please.”

I smile, “I like the sound of you begging.”

“I’ll beg as much as you want just to get the chance to touch you.”

“Such a good boy for me,” I lean over, placing my hands on his shoulders and lightly grazing my lips against his. I flick my tongue against his bottom lip, and he grabs the backs of my legs, pulling me onto his lap.

I yelp at the sudden movement, but don’t stop it. In fact, I deepen the kiss and grind against his cock that’s beginning to harden again. I know he can feel how wet I am through my boy shorts. Which is confirmed by the groan he lets out against my tongue.

I pull back to trail kisses along his jaw until I get to his ear. Biting the lobe before speaking, “Lay me out on this table and eat my cunt.”

Charlie doesn’t need to be told twice. He picks me up easily by my thighs and lays me on his dining table. He’s standing overme, breathing heavily while his dick is hard and ready again. But I’m not going to fuck him tonight. Even if he says he wants to, I won’t. I want to build up to that. It’s been years for him. Clearly, he has some fear that has held him back. I want to drive him so insane with need for me that he can’t eventhinkabout his fear.

He still hasn’t made a move to do anything further. I bring up my foot to trail it down his muscled abdomen, “Well? Get to it.” I tell him.

That seems to snap him out of wherever he went mentally that had him staring at me with hunger and uncertainty. He rips off my little shorts, tossing them off to the side somewhere before kneeling between my legs, throwing them over his shoulders and diving in.

I thought he would be hesitant, try to tease me and lead up to it. But no. Charlie latches his mouth on me, licking and sucking right where I need him. I gasp and push my hands into his short hair and grip what I can.

“Fuck that’s good,” I moan, pushing his head down onto me more.

He groans against my clit and my hips buck up trying to get closer, even though I’m pretty sure it’s impossible.

“Keep going, you’re going to make me come. Ohshit,”I grind my hips against his mouth even more, yanking at his hair.

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