Page 81 of Power Play

“And what do you think?”

Layla hesitates, casting her gaze down to the floor. Chewing on her bottom lip, she fiddles with her skirt. “That I’m fat. That I can’t lose all this extra weight no matter how much I control my eating habits, how much time I spend at the gym. That I’ve never been the most beautiful girl in the room, but now it’s worse because I don’t even have my body to feel better. That I’m unattractive, and no one would want a girl with such a chubby stomach.”

Fucking hell. How could she even think this way about herself?

“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, her unshed tears glimmering in the last rays of the setting sun. “I see the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen in my life. The girl I couldn’t stop thinking about for almost a year and a half before I finally stopped being chickenshit and went for what I wanted.”

My hands slide from her waist to her hips, and I slowly unzip her skirt. Layla sucks in a breath when I push her skirt down, leaving her in her black panties. The view of those round hips makes my dick even harder.

“These fucking hips and this round ass make me go feral.” I feel her, gliding my hands over her skin. She shivers. “I never, ever wanted anyone more than I want you because for me you’re perfection. There’s just you and no one else.”

I reach for the hem of her T-shirt, and she places her hands on mine, stopping me. With a slight shake of her head, her eyes beg me not to take it off.

“Let me see you,” I plead, waiting for her to decide. “Please, let me see you, Layla.”

She catches one of her tears at the corner of her mouth and licks it. Her nose and cheeks are red from her tears. Then she drops her hands, her eyes locked on mine in the reflection of the mirror. As slowly as possible, I take her tee off and toss it onto the pile of clothes on the floor. Wow. Her breasts are fuller and rounder than I remember. My mouth waters from the sight of her in her lacy black bra.

I place my hands on her stomach, tracing the perfect curve of her waist, her stretch marks. If anything, she’s even more stunning than she was before. “Your body is incredible, Layla. All these lines and curves make my heart beat so fast, I’m dizzy. There’s such a glow about you. It draws me in, and no matter where I look, I always see you. You are my true north because it’s always only been you.” I unclasp her bra; her breasts are now on full display. I lick my dry lips because there’s nothing I want more than her puckered nipples in my mouth. “Your body has brought life into this world, your cutest little Princess…and dear God, I swear it’s the most beautiful, powerful thing in the world. You are everything.”

“Clay…” Layla’s voice trembles when I take a step back. I round her and drop to my knees in front of her. She looks down, her body shuddering as I slide my hands up her calves and to her thighs.

I take off her panties, holding her gaze. She’s completely naked in front of me, and I can’t stop staring. Can’t stop admiring. Ravishing. I want her even more than I did before, and truthfully, I never thought that was possible. I’m even more obsessed with Layla than ever.

“Spread your legs for me,” I order, and she does. Her hand is resting right above her breasts. Her chest rises and falls erratically. “And now look at yourself in the mirror while I feast on your pussy the way you deserve. Like it’s the most delicious cunt in the world.”

I dive in and suck her clit into my mouth. My tongue plays with her little nub, circling and teasing. She stumbles back, her legs failing her. I grab her ass with my hands, holding her tight.

“God, you taste like fucking heaven.” I blow hot air on her clit before sucking it into my mouth again. With a pop, I release it, only to suck it inside again. My teeth and tongue devour every inch of her dripping pussy.

“Clay, don’t stop.” Her fingers dig into my scalp, her moans resonating loud in my room. “Please, don’t stop.”

I lap my tongue over her clit again and again. Still holding her in place with one hand, I slip my other between her legs, trailing her folds with my fingers. She’s so fucking wet, I come a little bit.

“So good,” I whisper, pushing one of my fingers inside her pussy. “So fucking tasty.”

I slip another finger inside her, moving them up and down until I’m knuckles deep. My tongue swirls and curls around her clit. Her fingers tangle in my hair, making my vision blur as she pulls at my roots. Matching my rhythm, she starts circling herhips, meeting me halfway. Her pussy rubs all over my face, her scent and her wetness covering my lips and my beard, and I’m fucking loving it.

“Just like that, baby,” I coo. “Ride my fucking face. Take what you need.”

Layla holds me in place, my fingers fucking her relentlessly. She’s close to her orgasm, and I’m kinda smug. Her body shudders, her legs giving out. My name spills from her parted lips like a song.

“Clay, oh my God, oh my…Oh, God…” Layla comes hard, pure pleasure on her face, her eyes hooded and her lips parted.

I move away when I feel I’ve licked her dry, her arousal on my lips and tongue. Standing up, I hover over her, my gaze coasting over her flushed cheeks, the naughty smile splitting her lips.

“I don’t expect you to start thinking differently about your body right away. It’s unrealistic,” I say, taking her chin between my thumb and index finger. “But I want you to tell me when you’re feeling like that so I can shower your body with the love and care it deserves. Because for me”—I let go of her chin and wrap my arms around her waist—“this is the sexiest, most stunning body I’ve ever seen. Okay?”

“Okay.” Layla nods.

I lower my head, and our lips immediately connect. We kiss and kiss, our hands moving around each other’s bodies as we make our way to my bed. She unzips my fly and unbuttons my jeans. When my legs hit the mattress, we stop, and Layla rears back. She pushes me, and I fall onto my back, staring up at her with delight.

Layla climbs onto my bed and pulls down my jeans. Once they land on the floor, along with my briefs, her gaze focuses on my dick. She licks her bottom lip. Her eyes are full of fire.

“Layla,” I say. “Just for the record, I might not last long.”

“You’re underestimating yourself.” She wraps her hand around my shaft and gives it a few pumps. I close my eyes, a groan of pleasure springing out of my mouth. “You once fucked me for an hour straight, no breaks.”

“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” I confess, opening my eyes. Layla takes her hand off my dick, her eyebrows piercing together.

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