Page 69 of Power Play

Me saying her name has the effect I’m counting on. She stands up and lowers herself onto my lap, straddling me. Our eyes meet, a powerful energy swimming between us.

I get my wallet out of my pocket, quickly fish out a condom, then put it down on the bench. She’s watching me the whole time, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. I extend the condom to her, and she takes it, tearing open the wrapper as I unzip my fly and pull my cock out. It’s already hard, just from her presence.

“Put it on,” I order her, and she does as I say, rolling the condom over my cock. Her breath is ragged, and when she rears back a little, I notice how her eyes shimmer, even in the darkness. She’s turned on, and I have no doubt her panties are soaking wet. “Turn around.”

Her jaw ticks, her eyebrows piercing together.

“Turn around,” I say again, firmer this time. “And move your dress up.”

The column of her throat twitches as she swallows. I kinda expect her to argue with me, to maybe tell me to go fuck myself, but she doesn’t. Hoisting herself up, she turns around and lifts the skirt of her dress. I grip her hips with my hands, guiding her down to my lap. Pushing her panties aside with one hand, I pull her down on my cock with the other.

“Clay.” My name springs out of her mouth in a long moan.

I close my eyes, enjoying how her pussy feels around my dick. Perfection. I wrap my arm around her waist from behind, my palm possessively splayed over her stomach. She bounces up and down on my cock, swallowing me deeper and deeper with each dip of her hips.

“Oh fuck. Your cock hits me so deep,” she murmurs between moans. “God, you’re incredible.”

She continues riding me. The wet sounds of her pussy are the best soundtrack to my life. It’s sloppy and so fucking enticing, I’m losing my mind. I slide my hand from her hip to her center, catching her throbbing clit between my fingers.

“Oh, Clay,” she moans.

I start rubbing her clit in little circles, driving her wild with this caress on her sensitive spot. Her moves are becoming hastier, and my own release is approaching. She fucks me good, bouncing on my cock, sliding her tight little cunt up and down my shaft until I’m balls deep inside her.

“I’m gonna come, Clay…Are you with me?” she begs, almost out of breath.

Deciding to put her out of her misery, I dig my nails into the skin of her hip, pushing her to move faster. My other hand assaults her clit with my fingers. I’m chasing my own orgasm, so fucking close to it when her walls close in on me. Her body shudders powerfully as she orgasms. Loud and hard, she makes me come too.

For a while, we stay like this. My arms are wrapped around her from behind, her back resting on my chest. My cock is still deep inside her, and I’d love to stay like this forever. Me and her in the illusion that something more is possible between us.

“I know why you don’t look at me,” she whispers hoarsely. “Why you don’t say my name. I know, and I understand. I deserve it.” She takes a deep breath, stands up, and lowers her dress. “I hope one day you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me…because I’m very sorry for what I did. I’m so very sorry, Clay.”

She starts walking away, slowly fixing her dress and hair. What the hell am I doing? I tuck my cock still sheathed in a condom inside my pants and race after her, zipping my fly on the way. I catch her just in time before she opens the door to the house. My fingers wrap around her elbow, and I pull her back to me, away from the prying eyes of people inside.

Twirling her around, I search her face with my eyes. Those chocolate brown pools stare back at me, so many emotions, so many feelings, all at once on her beautiful face.

“Come stay with me before the school year starts.” The words rush out, spurred on by the insane beating of my heart. “Just you and me and a lot of fun.”

“Clay…”

“For a week or two or even a day. Whatever works for you,” I beg her. “Please.”

I need you.

Her gaze is trained on me as she chews on her bottom lip. “Okay. For a week or maybe two, in July.”

“Okay.” Whatever she’s willing to give me, I’ll take.

She smiles and untangles herself from me, but her fingers linger in mine. “I better go inside.” She opens her mouth to say more, but I beat her to it.

“I’ll wait a minute before I go in. We don’t want to raise suspicion.”

“We don’t.”

She hesitates, then finally pulls her fingers from mine. When her hand is on the doorknob and she starts to open it, I call out to her.

“Layla?” Her head swivels in my direction. “Until your school year starts, your pussy is mine. Got it?”

Something passes between us, something new and exciting. Then, with a smile that would put the Cheshire cat to shame, she says, “Until my school year starts, it’s yours.”

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