Page 28 of Power Play Rivals


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“Fuck this,” I roar, extending my arm far enough to press the emergency button.

“What… what the hell are you doing?” she shrieks in sudden panic, the lust-filled fog lifting from her eyes. “My doorman will be alerted by the alarm and will check the cameras to see what’s wrong.”

“Then I guess we’re about to give him quite the show,” I growl, sinking to my knees and placing her high-knee leather boot over my left shoulder.

Piper fists my hair to keep her balance while I hike up her miniskirt, my chest tightening when I catch a glimpse of her black thong completely soaked. Ravenous to get a taste, I shove the flimsy material to the side and sink my head in between her thighs, taking a good long whiff of her arousal.

“Trent,” she starts, but her words are cut off when I take a long hard lick up her slit.

Decadent.

Fucking decadent.

Like pure honey.

One taste is all it takes to break down all my defenses. I dig deep into the most delicious dessert known to man, taking my sweet time to savor every bit of her essence. Her pretty pink pussy opens up to me like a blooming flower in need of being adored. Lucky for her, I’m more than happy to stay on my knees the whole night through, in worship, if it means I get to lick her clean of all her juices.

When Piper starts to moan and rub her pussy on my face, I venture a glance up to look at her face. I see that she no longer cares if we are being watched or not. Her eyes are so hooded with lust that it’s hard to trace the crystal blue of her eyes.

But just as I think this, her eyes widen a smidge to look down at me.

“Did you get lost, Trent? My pussy won’t lick itself, you know?”

Fuck, this woman is beyond perfect.

Not one bit ashamed of asking for what she wants and how she wants it.

All too willingly, I go back to my feast, needing to savor every bit of her, my cock leaking precum every time her breath hitches and little wails of abandonment spill from her cherry-filled lips.

That’s what her mouth tasted like.

Like sweet summer cherries, ripe for the picking.

But her pussy?

Her pussy tastes a thousand times sweeter.

And I, for one, don’t see how anyone could get their fill of eating her out.

I’d be perfectly content if all she let me do was this. Just let me have this moment with her coming on my tongue.

When I feel Piper hold onto my head with force so that her other leg can slide over my free shoulder, I smile into her pussy.

I make sure to keep hold of her thighs just so my head isn’t crushed between them.

However, if this is how I’m meant to go, then there are worse ways to go about it.

If my last memory on this earth is eating Piper’s pussy with abandon, then consider me one of the lucky ones.

“Trent!” she screams out, pulling on my hair with each flick of her clit.

Piper’s close.

Very goddamn close to shattering right here in my arms. All she needs is a little push.

One push to set her over the edge.

“Hold on to the rail,” I order, not wanting her to lose her balance when I release my grip off one of her thighs. Thankfully, she’s lucid enough to do what she’s told, grabbing the elevator rail with one hand while the other remains grasped to my hair.

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