Page 105 of Point of Contention
Rylan froze and I opened my eyes to find hers wide as she looked down at me.
“What? Why? Since when?”
I sighed, then jerked my hips to encourage her to move again. When she did, rocking her hips and coating my shaft with her arousal, I breathed deeply and closed my eyes again to revel in the ecstasy of her wet heat.
She stilled again. “Cabot.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Cabot.”
Opening my eyes, I focused on hers. “My father is punishing me for the photos.”
“Seriously? And you’re just telling me this now?”
My lips twitched on a smile. “You weren’t really speaking to me.”
“Oh my god.” She groaned, shaking her head in annoyance. “So what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to fight the old bastard.”
She nodded as if that was the easiest, simplest response I could have given her. “Didn’t they already vote?” She pressed up onto her knees, then reached between us, positioning my tip at her center.
“Yes,” I said, but the word morphed into a hiss as she sank onto me.
“Then he can’t change his mind.” She lowered further and moaned. “Ahh, that feels so good.”
I laced my fingers together behind my head, tightening them as she sank down deeper. She wanted control—and I wanted to see what she’d do with it.
Splaying her palms across my abs, Rylan titled her head back and I focused on her tits bouncing as she lifted up slowly, then sank down again with torturous patience. I gritted my teeth as the need to control the pace made my hands flex.
She smiled down at me as if reading my thoughts, then circled her hips slowly and I sucked in a breath.
Canting her hips forward, she pressed her clit against my pelvis and her eyes rolled back. I brought my hand to my mouth and wet my fingers, then positioned it between us and spread her lips, smiling when she rocked against my hand and whimpered, picking up pace. She was still in control, but what kind of man would I be if I didn’t at least help her use my body for her own pleasure?
Turning my hand over, I moved my knuckle back and forth quickly, matching the pace of her rocking on my cock, and she groaned. “Ah, yes,ungh,” she said, the last word cutting off as she jerked.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured, watching her in awe as her face contorted with pleasure. Her hands flexed on my stomach, fingers digging into my abs. Her tits bounced, swayed with each rock of her hips.
My balls pulled tight, my release coming hard and fast with her perched above me like this, controlling the situation. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to think about something else, give her all the time she needed—
Her pussy clenched around me, thighs tensing…
“Oh,” she cried, the sound morphing into a sigh. “I’m so close.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hands flew to her hips. I stilled her, gritting my teeth as I waited for the orgasm pulsing in my cock to subside.
Her eyes flew open and focused on mine. She licked her lips.
Flexed her interior muscles.
Then she smiled wickedly, amused by my suffering, and fought against my grip, taking control again. She rocked harder and faster, chasing her orgasm and torturing me with every jerk of her hips.
With a primal growl, I flipped her onto her back and pinned her arms above her head.
Rylan moaned as I took over, driving into her relentlessly, punishing her with deep, painful thrusts. We came quickly with a deafening scream, unraveling together as I pumped into her and she milked me greedily, hands flexing and twisting in my grip as her body arched and bucked with each tremor of pleasure.
When I exited my closet after showering and getting ready, I found Rylan exactly where I’d left her, tangled in my sheets and exactly where she belonged.
