Page 32 of Power Play Rivals


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And from the way that Piper licks her lips with the sparkle of mischief in her blue eyes, she’s no longer opposed to being bossed around.

“And what am I supposed to do with it?” she teases me.

“Whatever you want. It’s your reward for doing what you’re told.”

“Are you going to call me a good girl next?” she taunts.

I lean in with an expression as lethal as our mouths, which are inches away from each other’s.

“Is that what you want? Do you want me to call you my good girl?”

A shiver runs down her spine as the words spill from my lips. I smirk and rub my thumb over her lower lip hard.

“Answer the question, Piper. Do you want to be my good girl?”

When she doesn’t answer, I let her go and lay back.

“Pity. Good girls get treats.”

“That may be true. But bad girls don’t need to be given permission. We take what we want.”

And before I know what she means, I feel her mouth on my cock. I let out a loud hiss as she runs her tongue up and down my shaft before wrapping that pretty mouth of hers all around it.

How many times have I let myself fantasize about this very moment?

Too many times to count.

But now that it’s happening, I don’t know what to do with myself.

She’s even better at this than at kissing.

I wouldn’t be surprised if trained professionals ask Piper for pointers on how to suck cock.

Jesus fucking Christ, she’s good.

So fucking good.

My fingers lace through her blonde hair, and all of me wants to pull that damned elastic band that she always has to tie her hair back into a ponytail. But if I do that, then I won’t be able to see her beautiful face while she’s sucking me off.

And that is a sight I don’t dare interfere with.

“That mouth of yours really is trouble,” I praise. “Fuck, Piper. That mouth…”

I feel her smile just as she takes me in deeper. Deeper than most women have been able to due to my size. It’s maddening how versatile she is with giving head. Suddenly, the images of all the men that she must have pleasured before me flash right in front of me, provoking me to clasp my large hands over the side of her head and shove her down until she’s gagging on my girth.

Saliva runs down the corners of her mouth as she gasps for breath but doesn’t do anything to stop the assault.

No tapping out.

No eyeing me with venom.

No biting off my cock.

Nothing.

Instead, all I hear is her whimper and gag while I watch her legs pressed tightly together as if needing friction to alleviate the ache in her clit.

My kitten is a frisky little thing.

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