Page 62 of The Power Play

The way the muscles in his toned arms flex with the simple movement of undoing his pants is pornographic. He pushes them down, along with his boxers so he’s standing in front of me completely naked without an ounce of vulnerability in his eyes. Onlywant.

“On the bed,” I tell him. I still haven’t touched my clothes. I can tell he wants to say something about it but is keeping his mouth shut like the good boy he can be for me.

He backs up the short distance before his legs hit the mattress and he sits down. His thick erection is standing up in anticipation. I wonder if he’s been hard since he had his fingersinside me. I step toward him until I’m standing between his knees.

“Did you like making me come where anyone could’ve walked by and caught us?” I ask, running a finger along his shoulder, tracing the muscles there.

“I did,” he confirms.

I hum a pleased sound before pushing him back onto the bed so he’s lying flat while his feet are still planted on the ground. His dick standing at attention, just practically begging for me to touch.

As I build the anticipation a bit longer, I take my time removing first my sweater, then my bra. I watch how he lifts his head slightly to watch me. His hand twitches at his side, either to touch himself or me.

“And you were jealous watching another man touch me?” I ask, toying with the waistband of my jeans before unbuttoning them.

“You have no fucking idea,” he grits out.

“But you’re okay with other guys looking?” I tilt my head to the side, hooking my thumbs in my jeans and starting to push them down.

“Yes. You’re gorgeous, who wouldn’t want to look at you?”

I let out a soft chuckle as I push off my pants, leaving me in only my thin thong that isn’t covering much. I place one knee on the bed by his hip, then the other one, climbing up over him. I rest my hands on the bed by his head as I lean down just enough for our bare chests to graze and the fabric covering my pussy barely touches his cock.

“And yet you want to do more than just look,” I say softly.

“I want to do whatever you will let me.”

“Such a good boy for me,” I lean down, flicking my tongue against his top lip. He tries to chase my mouth for a kiss, but I pull back and settle myself against his dick. He groans, his hands flying up to my waist and holding me there. “I’m going to fuck you like this and you’re not going to come until I say you can.”

He gives a tiny thrust up, seeking friction against me and I bite back my own moan. He feels so fucking good. I rub myself against him and I know he can feel how wet I am, from the orgasm he already gave me and the new arousal pooling at my center for him.

I need more.

Climbing off of his waist, I grab a condom while he scoots back on the bed so his head rests on the pillows. Before joining him again, I slip off my thong and just look at him. He’s so fucking hot and yet hasn’t even taken advantage of it. He could get anyone he wanted, fuck anything that moves. And yet he’s wanted me for years.

Yet, he still wants me.

My thoughts are moving into scary territory again, so instead of letting them drift, I’m back on the bed, ripping the foil with my teeth and sheathing him in the latex. Once I’m done, Charlie strokes himself, and checks the condom, which I don’t blame him for. He still has his apprehensions and that’s fine. The last thing I would want is to trap an unwilling man with a baby, but to each their own, I guess.

Once I know he’s comfortable, I swing my leg over his lap, line myself up with him and start to sink down. We both let out loud moans as the feeling takes over. The way he stretches me is so fucking good I want to fuck him until we both can’t take it any longer and pass out. I want to wake up with his dick inside me. I’ve always liked sex, but I fear he may make me an actual addict.

“You feel so fucking good inside me,” I groan once I’m completely seated on him.

“You have no idea, Audrey,fuck.”

I smile, looking down at him and placing my hands on his chest for leverage as I move my body over his, grinding against his pelvis to hit my clit perfectly. His hands grip my hips tightly, but he doesn’t try to guide me. He just lets me take what I want from him.

I’m still worked up from my earlier orgasm that it doesn’t take me long until I feel another one building. I grind harder against him, barely bouncing so I know it doesn’t feel as good for him, but I don’t care. This is about me. I don’t hear him complaining about it.

“You’re close, I can feel you squeezing the shit out of my dick. That’s so fucking good,” he growls beneath me, and it just spurs me on even more. Even when I’m the one in control I like praise. I also like being called a dirty slut. Really, I’ll take anything.

“I am, fuck I’m–” my words are cut off by the sharp wave of release barreling over me. My movements stop as I clench around him crying out in pleasure.

Charlie tightens his hold on my hips and fucks up into me from below. “Audrey,” his pained voice pants.

I lean down, pressing our chests together and give him permission to come. He does with a loud groan, holding me tightly against him while he jerks with his release. I press my ear over the spot where his heart is beating erratically.

I know I should get up. I know I should let him deal with the condom and I should clean myself up. I know I should climb into the bed on my own side. But I can stay here for just a few more minutes.

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