Page 63 of Power Play

So he handled it.

And it feelssofucking good.

I lie still while she works her magical hands on me, kneading knots out of places I didn’t even know existed. Finally, after about an hour or so, they finish up, pack up their things, and leave us alone in our suite.

“That was amazing,” I tell him, wrapping myself in the sheet that was on the table. He smiles and scoots off his bed, walking toward me.

“I made us a reservation at a restaurant a few blocks away, but I’m thinking maybe we

should cancel it and call room service instead?” He reaches out, tugging the sheet down off my body, and leans onto the table, kissing me again. “If I can help it, you won’t have clothes on for the rest of the night.”

He presses into me, and I can feel how hard he is behind the towel that’s wrapped around his waist. I need him to know how badly I want him. How much I want to give myself up to him. And how much of him I want to take.

I scoot off the table, letting the sheet fall all the way off me, and then I push him back toward his. I drop down to my knees in front of him and tug the towel off his waist. His naked body makes me absolutely feral. All I want to do is please him.

I wrap my hand around his cock, moving it back and forth, tightening my grip slightly as I do. He looks down at me, eyes hooded, pushing his fingers through my hair. I grab hold of his thighs, and I take him into my mouth, letting him go as far back as I can possibly take. And then I move my head, back and forth, back and forth, sucking on him like I have been starved. I let go of one of his legs to cup his balls, rubbing and stroking them gently while I go, watching his body tighten up as his head drops back.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, his body moving and jolting. I add a hand into the mix, stroking in unison with my mouth until I feel him about to blow. “Baby, it’s…you have to stop before you have a mouthful.”

I look up at him.

“I want you to come on me,” I tell him. His eyes grow wide.

“What?” he says.

I can’t explain it. I don’t even know what made me say it. It’s so not me. But I want to feel him on me. I want to watch him completely unravel at my doing.

“I want you to come on me,” I say again. He runs a hand down his face.

“Fuck,” he says. “You shouldn’t be allowed to be that sexy. Come here,” he says, reaching down and pulling me up by my arms. He pushes me back against my table and lays me down on it on my back. He spreads my legs, and then grabs his cock, stroking it a few times. Then he smacks his hand down next to my head, clutching onto the table behind me, and comes all over my stomach.

The feeling of him covering me makes me even wetter, and I lean back and close my eyes, letting it sit, hot and sticky, on my skin. When he gets himself together, he stands up and reaches back for the towel. He wipes me off and then picks me up, cradling me in his arms. He carries me to the bed and lays me down on top of it, tossing all the extra pillows to the ground.

“It’s my turn,” he says as he takes one leg in each hand and pushes them apart, “to have you all over me.”

He bends down, putting his face directly in front of my pussy, gently licking it, so softly it makes my body buck for more. He smiles.

“That’s a good girl,” he says. “Do you want more of this?” I nod, panting already. “Be a good girl, Lola. Tell Daddy what you want.”

I close my eyes, letting my head drop back into the mattress.

“Ah-ah,” he says. “Eyes on me, Lola Calway.” Hearing my whole name come from his mouth does something to me that I can’t even put into words. I open my eyes, looking right at him. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

“I want you to eat my pussy,” I tell him. “Please.”

He smiles, giving me one more gentle lick.

He taps my legs, pulling me up, then climbs over me and lies down on the bed. “Come here, Lola.”

I swallow, but I listen, crawling up the bed to him. “Now, sit that pussy right here in my mouth.”

I stare at him, wide-eyed.

“But…I…” Holyshit.I’ve never done anything remotely close to this before. I’ve never had a guy command me in the bedroom the way he does. And I’ve also never had the mind-blowing orgasms I’ve had because of him. With him or not, even fantasies of him, my orgasms are all out of this fucking world.

“Sit on my face, Lola. Don’t make me tell you again,” he growls. I take another breath and straddle his face, facing the headboard. “Lower,” he tells me, so I go a little lower. He taps my ass lightly. “Lola. Sit on my face.” I draw in one more breath, and then I sit completely down on him. His fingers curl around my thighs as he situates himself, and then he opens his mouth and starts to eat me out.

I feel his mouth, his nose, his tongue, everything moving beneath me, hitting every single spot I need him to hit. I arch my back and grab hold of the headboard as he devours me, and before I realize what I’m doing, I start to ride his face. I hear him moan beneath me, and I freeze.

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