Page 82 of Power Play

“No…” she mutters, shaking her head. “You can’t…That’s not possible.”

“It is.” I smile, propping myself up on my elbows. “I haven’t slept with anyone since our last time. I didn’t want to.”

“But that was…four years ago.”

“I know.”

“It was before I met…him. Before I had Maya.”

“I know.” I reach for her, wind my hands around her waist, and draw her into me until she straddles my legs. “I didn’t want to have sex if it wasn’t with you. I only ever wanted you. It’s been like that since you agreed to be with me my senior year in college.”

Her mouth is open as she studies me in silence. I wait. I don’t regret my decision, and I don’t regret telling her the truth. It’s always only been her.

Layla moves back an inch, her hand slipping between us. Hoisting herself up, she guides my dick to her entrance. Our eyes lock on each other; no sound leaves our mouths. With a deep sigh, she sinks down on my cock, and I let my head fall back on the covers.

“Jesus, your pussy feels incredible. A fucking paradise…”

Her hands are resting on my chest as she rides my dick slowly, rotating her hips. I place my palms on her thighs, holding her. I give her all control, all the reins, not trying to urge her faster. Tonight, she’s the one who rules, who has me completely at her mercy.

My gaze coasts over her face and down her breasts. Her full tits bounce up and down as she moves, fucking me slowly.

“Fucking perfect,” I groan, shutting my eyes. “So good…I’m almost there, baby…”

Layla moves with more intention, taking me deeper and deeper. Her sweet pussy swallows my cock more and more until I’m balls deep. She starts moving faster, and my release sparks in my lower abdomen. It builds and builds and builds.

“Baby…I’m gonna come…We need to stop…”

“I want your cum inside my pussy, Clay…” she states. My eyes fly open. “I’m on the pill. Please, fill me with your cum.”

With a guttural groan, I throw my head back as my orgasm smashes into me. I come and come, spilling myself inside her. She milks me dry, not stopping until her second orgasm overpowers her too.

Layla lowers herself onto my chest, my cock still deep inside her. I push her hair off her face, gently tucking it away. Our eyes meet, and she smiles.

“Can I stay the night?” she asks quietly.

“I thought I told you, you can’t leave until I say so.”

“Then I’m not leaving?”

“You definitely aren’t.” I put my index finger under her chin, tip her face up, and kiss her lips.

Everything else stops mattering to me.

Chapter 28

Fevers and Regrets

LAYLA

Now, November

I siton the floor of the bathroom, running my hand up and down Maya’s back. She rests her chin on the toilet. Her eyes are closed. Her skin is pale, and there’s a miserable expression on her face.

“Sweetheart, let’s go back to your room.”

“No.” Her bottom lip trembles as she starts crying again.

“Maya, you haven’t thrown up for ten minutes. We can go back?—”

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