Power Play (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 2)

I try to keep my wits about me, running my tongue over her lips, in them, and along them, but it’s extremely hard. She tastes so good. Feels so good. I find her clit, swirling my tongue around it over and over again, her moans getting louder with each swipe of my tongue. When she tries to lift her legs, I hold them in place at her ankles, consuming her sweet center as if she is the meal I’ve been craving my whole life. When she shatters, it’s violent. Her entire body shakes, thrashes, as she screams my name. Loudly.

It’s the most heavenly sound I’ve ever heard.

Better than the goal horn, for sure.

I lick up her swollen lips before I stand between her legs, kicking off my pants and pushing down my boxers. I reach for the nightstand drawer, getting a condom as I gaze down at her beautiful, flushed body. She’s gasping for breath, her hands on her stomach as she tries to draw in breath. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and she looks fantastic. So damn good. I sheathe myself as I watch her, squeezing my balls as my own breath catches.

“I kill you?”

She grins, moving her hand to her forehead, still at a loss for breath. “I’ve never come that hard.”

“You’re welcome,” I say with a smirk as I crawl on top of her. I cover her burning body with mine, our bodies flush as I bury my cock in her wet center. I cup her face in my hands, taking her mouth with mine. I wanted to be the one to draw the kisses out of her, but she takes the lead, probing my mouth with her sweet tongue. She opens her legs, and I fall between them, my cock pressed firmly into her sex. When she tears her mouth from mine, she runs her teeth along my jaw and chin.

She kisses the spot beneath my chin and whispers, “Can I get on top?”

I don’t even answer her; I roll us over, and she giggles the whole way. It’s so innocent and perfect, I almost come. I have never been with anyone like her.

She rises up on her knees and presses her hands into my stomach. “Or I could suck your dick.”

My body goes taut. “Have you done it before?”

She shrugs. “Yeah, but I did it because he expected it. I’ve never wanted to do it until now.”

Oh, balls, we’re fucked. “I don’t think I can handle that right now, and I don’t want to come all in your face and scar you forever.”

Her eyes widen. “That’s called a facial, right?”

I grin. “Yeah.”

“Is that hot to you?”

“It can be,” I say, sliding my hands up and down her thighs. “With the right person.”

She purses her lips slightly. “I don’t know how I feel about that. I don’t do well with things going up my nose.”

Laughter bubbles in my throat, and I let it out in a boisterous explosion. I cup the back of her neck and bring her head down to mine, kissing her lips.

She smiles against my lips before she asks, “Are you laughing at me?”

“No, I’m just over the moon with how cute you are.”

She side-eyes me. “I feel like you’re laughing at me.”

I kiss her again. “Maybe a little.”

She smacks me, and I roll us back over. “Hey! I wanted to be on top.”

“Nope. I want to be in control.” She tries to roll us over, but I overpower her. When she looks up at me, I grin down at her and whisper, “You’re all mine.”

Heat flashes in her eyes. “Fine, but you’re mine too.”

“Done deal, lovely,” I say, and then I kneel back on my haunches, taking my cock in my hand. When I guide it into her, disappearing in her tight center, my eyes fall shut as I find myself lost in pleasure. Like a lightbulb, though, the thought pops up that this is only her second time. My eyes spring open, but she’s arched up, her mouth parted, totally into it.

Fuck. Yes.

I take her thigh in one hand and her hip in the other before I thrust into her. A little meep leaves her lips, and I can’t see straight. I pull all the way out and bury myself back deep into her over and over again, my orgasm building, but it feels like hers is too. Posey squeezes my cock in the most satisfying way as her fingernails dig into my biceps. My hips bump her thighs, and I love how soft she is. It doesn’t hurt me, and she feels like home. The feel of her, how she holds me, and the sounds she makes blow up my world. When I come, I come with my whole body. I arch up into her, my heart almost coming out through my ribs as I groan loudly. She reaches up, her fingers running along my chest as she cups my neck. I lower my body to hers, and she wraps her legs around my hips as she nestles her face in the crook of my neck. I gather her in my arms as she kisses the spot behind my ear.