Page 198 of Power Play

Those two sentences were enough to unleash hell inside my chest.

A low groan tore from my throat. I kissed her hard and deep, pouring every filthy, grateful, possessive thing I felt into her mouth. When I broke away, I nudged her onto her side with her back pressed to my chest, returning us to the position we’d fallen into after the first round, although it now carried a different intent.

I pressed close behind her and hooked my arm beneath her knee, drawing it toward her chest until she was open and exposed to me. My cock had softened only slightly, and it thickened again against the curve of her ass.

Reaching between our bodies, I found her pussy already soaked and slick with her desire and the evidence of her first climax on my fingers.

“Puta madre, mi hada,” I breathed against the nape of her neck as my fingers slid through her wetness. “Look what you do to me. Look how you take me.”

I positioned myself at her entrance, letting the broad head of my cock nudge against her slick folds. There was no latex between us this time. Nothing separated my skin from hers.

I pushed inside.

The first slide sent a white-hot bolt of pure sensation through me. She felt hotter, tighter, and silkier than before. I could feel every delicate ridge and pulse of her inner muscles as she stretched to take me, along with the wet proof of her desire coating my cock and making the glide inside her perfect.

A ragged sound tore from my lips. “Fuck, Charm.”

The feeling was almost too much, but it was everything I wanted.

I buried myself to the hilt in one slow, relentless stroke until our bodies were flush. I held myself deep inside her while my body shook and my forehead pressed against her shoulder blade.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I gritted out, my voice shattered. “That’s me, Charm. All of me inside you with no lies and no hiding. Así. Like this.”

I began to move.

This wasn’t the frantic, desperate pace from before. It was deeper and more intentional, a raw and vulgar worship. Each withdrawal became agonizing, and every thrust back inside her felt like a conquest. My arm tightened around her, locking her against me as I fucked her with deep, grinding rolls of my hips and searched for a depth I hadn’t known existed.

“This pussy,” I snarled against her ear, the words filthy and reverent at once. “This perfect, wet, tight cunt is fucking drinking me in. I can feel you, and I can feel every inch of me inside you. Eres todo para mí. You’re everything to me.”

She cried out with every thrust, the breathless sounds feeding the fire inside me. Her hand reached back and tangled in my hair, holding me against her.

“Ryan, it’s so much.”

“I know, baby.” My pace quickened, growing harder and more urgent as the pressure built deep in my stomach. “Take it. Take all of me. Quiero que sientas cuando me venga. I want you to feel it when I come.”

I shifted the angle, and my next thrust struck a spot that made her scream as her body convulsed around me.

“Right there?” I drove into the same place again. “¿Ahí? You feel that? That’s where I fucking live now, inside you.”

I pounded into that spot, losing myself in the rhythm, the obscenely wet sounds of our bodies joining, and the feel of her clenching around me. My climax coiled with terrifying force, pressure gathering at the base of my spine.

“I’m going to come,” I warned her, my voice a raw scrape. “I’m going to fill you up and mark you so you remember who you belong to when I’m gone.”

“Please,” she sobbed, her release hovering close enough that I could feel it in every desperate contraction. “Please, Ryan.”

“Come with me.” My thrusts turned erratic as control slipped through my fingers. “Now, Charm. Come on my cock and let me feel you.”

Her orgasm ripped through her first. A sharp, keening cry tore from her throat as her body seized around me. Intense spasms gripped and milked my cock, dragging my release up from somewhere deep enough to hurt.

“Fuck,” she cried in a shocked, ecstatic gasp. “I can feel how wet I am with you inside me.”

Her words and the complete surrender in them unleashed the storm.

A guttural roar ripped from the center of me as I slammed into her one final time and held. My orgasm erupted, pulse after hot pulse shooting deep inside her. I felt the wet heat of my release joining hers, filling her and marking her from the inside. It was primitive, possessive, and filthy enough to belong only to us.

I collapsed behind her, spent and trembling, while the last aftershocks moved through my body. My arms locked around her as though the entire universe might try to pull her away, and our sweat-slicked skin clung together.

We stayed like that in the aftermath, our breathing ragged and slowly finding the same rhythm. The air smelled like sex, salt, and us.