Page 128 of Power Play

I know I’d regret it if I went without it, butgoddamnif I don’t want to paint her with my cum. Want to watch it leak down her leg then shove it back in her so she knows who makes her feel so fucking good.

“Where else do you think I’m going to finish? Going to make you mine, Piper.”

Mine for the time being, my brain challenges, and I shove the thought away.

“Could you—maybe a little—oh. Right there, Liam. Just?—”

I pinch her nipple at the same time I slam into her forcefully. Purposefully. Letting her know I’ll give her anything she fucking wants, and I feel the second her orgasm grabs her. She cries out, nice and loud, chanting my name again and again until her throat goes hoarse. Until her eyes close and a tear rolls down her cheek.

I don’t last a second longer, thrusting one more time and wanting nothing more than to join her on the other side. I collapse forward. I gasp through a choked inhale, the muscles in my legs convulsing until I’ve spilled everything I have into the latex and nearly killing myself in the process.

“God”—I groan—“fucking damn.”

“Are you okay?” Piper touches my forehead and I nod, not knowing my name or where I am, only that everything is fucking magical.

“More than okay,” I pant. Her hand moves to my hips, tracing along the base of my cock, and I groan again. “Shit, Piper. It’s really—I’m?—”

“I want to see,” she whispers.

I nod, somehow controlling my limbs enough to pull out of her. I wince at the loss of contact, and she moans. She lifts her hips like she’s asking for more. There’s blood on the condom. The latex is stained red, and I rub my thumb across her stomach.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She shakes her head and lifts up on her elbows, seeing the blood. She glances down at the sheets, at the small stain on the navy blue, and she winces. “I’m sorry. I thought that might happen. I’ll help you change the sheets. I?—”

“Fuck no you won’t.” I kiss her, needing to taste her. Needing her to know this isfine. “You think I give a shit about some blood? You haven’t had sex in years, and we both know I’m bigger than your ex is.”

Piper huffs. “That wasn’t subtle at all.”

“It wasn’t meant to be. The blood was bound to happen, and it’s not a big deal. If you weren’t so exhausted, I’d fuck you again. I’d see if I could get you to make an even bigger mess. Maybe even on my hand. I’ll tell you something, Piper. Men aren’t bothered by things like that. If a guy cares about a little blood, you need to kick him to the fucking curb. You know why?”

“Why?” she asks, blinking up at me.

“Because it shows you did such a good job, sweetheart. Look what you did to me.” I carefully ease the condom off my length and tie it off. I hold it up to her so she can see it full of my release, and her eyes go wide. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

I know this is casual between us, but for a woman who’s never been shown any sort of intimate affection, who’s never hadherpleasure made a top priority, this is going to make her emotional.

I anticipate it. Before she can react, before she has a chance to get in her head and overanalyze what happened, I toss the condom in the trash. I gather her in my arms, my fingers working out the knots in her hair.

“That was so liberating,” Piper whispers. “It felt amazing, butmy godI liked watching you come undone.” Her thumb rubs along my collarbone. “And knowing I was the one making you fall apart makes me really proud.”

She fucking wrecked me.

Rocked my whole world, and I’m not sure I’m ever going to be the same.

“I’m glad you’re proud of yourself.” I move my hand up her arm and rest my chin on her shoulder. “You should be.”

“I’m going to need a few minutes, but I’ll be ready for round two soon.” She stretches and yawns. “And maybe a shower.”

“We’re going to hold off on round two. You’re going to be sore, and, after a shower, I’d bet my entire paycheck from Saturday’s game you’ll be asleep.”

“But what if I want more?” Piper shifts in my lap, straddling me. She rolls her hips, grinding against my inner thigh, and I grip her waist.

“I said we’re going to hold off on round two, not that I’m not going to take care of you. And we’re starting with cleaning you up.”

I lift her up and scoot to the end of the bed. I stand, carrying her to the bathroom and flipping on the light. Pico darts out from the nest he’s made for himself under the double vanity, and Piper laughs as he skirts by.

“Is that a pile of towels?”

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