Page 25 of Play for Power (Central Sparks #3)

“That’s it, yes, Rosebud. Give it to me, soak me. Let me taste you.” I dive in with force, letting my teeth glide against her clit, and with a few more punishing curls of my fingers, her nails are digging into my scalp as she cries out my name.

“ Fuuuck, Caleb!”

“Come for me, Rosebud, let’s see if you can keep count tonight.”

“I’m coming, I’m comingggg! ” Her voice is hoarse as she topples off the edge, a writhing and shaking mess against my lips. I remove my fingers and let my tongue glide over her, lap at her, cleaning her up just as I’d promised, while she rides out her high.

“Holy fuck,” she pants, combing her fingers through my hair.

I give her a rewarding spank as I drop her leg and stand, immediately finding those gorgeous lips and diving in for a kiss.

Not loving or tender, or kind. It’s punishing, hungry, and just as insatiable as I am for her.

I whip my tongue through her mouth, letting her taste how good I can make her feel, letting her simmer in the denial that we have wasted so much time not fucking, because if there is anything the two of us do well together, it’s that.

Our lips remain locked, her stealing every moan from my lips as I walk her backward toward the couch, and when we reach the arm of it, I detach, gripping her waist and spinning her around. With a palm to the middle of her back, I push her forward, leaving her bare ass on display.

“Stay there. Let me look at you.”

“Shit. ” She whimpers and fuck if it doesn’t have my cock nearly bursting in my pants.

I take a step back, slowly unbuttoning and stripping my pants off as I coast my eyes down her bent-over form.

Her glorious caramel skin, shiny with a delicate amount of sweat, her thighs brushing together every so often.

Knowing that she is still not sated has my smile stretching across my face.

My skin feels entirely too hot—need, desire, lust have all confounded together and if I’m not buried balls deep soon, I might combust.

I move in closer and slap one of her cheeks, before gripping and massaging it, smoothing the sting. I grab a condom from the pocket of my pants then drop my briefs to the ground. I waste no time discarding the foil and rolling on the rubber.

“Look at you. Bent over, needy, and dripping.” I glide a finger through her glistening center. “Does it ache, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” she pants, and I watch her head jerk, every bit of the controlling deviant from before is gone, replaced by my submissive little angel.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“ Yes, ” she breathes, begs.

“Say, please.”

“ Please, Caleb. Just fuck me.” The possessive caveman inside me roars, seeing her in such a state—a complete mess and waiting for me. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.

I lean over her, letting my fingers work her soft center as I whisper in her ear.

“Such a good girl. And good girls get rewards.” Her responding chuckle is playful, and as I pull away, I fist my cock and glide it through her a few times.

Rosie looks back over her shoulder to watch as she moves her hips in time.

I can no longer handle it, I let one hand grip her hips as I find her entrance and push in.

“Fuck. So tight, Rosebud.” The resistance is only brief. Rosie breathes and melts forward into the couch as I slide the rest of the way in, feeling her adjust internally, gripping me, making room for me, and I nearly slump forward on a sigh.

Finally.

I stare down at where we meet and I take in the sight, apparently for too long because Rosie’s curls flop to the side in a mess as she looks over at me. “Commit me to memory later, hurry up and fuck me. I need to come, ” she finishes on a moan.

“As you wish, Rosebud.” With a wet kiss to the center of her spine, I pull out slowly, to the tip, enjoying the slow glide of her tight walls against me, wishing to know what that felt like bare.

And then I give her exactly what she wants, I slam into her, hard. Gripping her hips and repeating the motion, fucking her with vigor and relishing in the arch of her back. I let one hand go and travel up the length of her curved spine. I can’t help but growl because, fuck, she feels like heaven.

“We wasted too much time playing games, Rosie. My cock belongs buried inside this pussy.”

“I love our games though.” I can’t see it but I can hear her playful smirk.

“You still want to play?” I ask, breathless and grunting through each punishing slam of my hips, already feeling the tightness and the release building. But I need this to last; I refuse for this to be over too soon.

She nods at the question between curses and panting, and nothing could wipe the smile of satisfaction from my lips.

“Let’s see how many times you can come on command,” I taunt and then slow my strokes to reposition her.

I lift her knees so they rest on the arm of the couch, open in almost a split as she reaches even farther forward on the couch, letting me go deeper.

I reach a hand underneath to play with her clit, driving in with punishing strokes, feeling her pussy flutter around me.

“Shit, shittttt,” she pants as she bounces back on my cock.

“Yes, like that, fuck me, Rosie. Take everything.” I still, letting her back it up as I pinch and twist her clit, and before I know it, her legs are shaking, she’s losing rhythm. “I didn’t say you could come yet.” I slap one of her ass cheeks. “Keep going, but don’t you dare come.”

“Please, please, please. I can’t hold it.”

“Yes you can. Work for it, earn it.”

“F-fuck youuu, ” she moans the curse and it satisfies something deep and caveman-like inside me.

“I love watching you like this. So fucking beautiful.” She whimpers and I use my free hand to steady her hips, pushing forward to help regain the rhythm she is rapidly losing.

“Please, please, Caleb. Now, let me come now !” She’s out of control and borderline strangling my cock with how wound up she is.

Jesus, I’ve never heard her sweet lips beg and plead so much in my life.

With those pretty sounds, I relent, placing a few soft kisses to the center of her spine, pressing down on her clit in a few firm circles.

“Okay, baby, come for me, and don’t hold back.

I want to feel you drench my cock when you scream my name.

” I thrust inside her at a quick and punishing rate, the sound of our skin slapping, the feel of her, tight and wet, it’s pure magic.

One final pinch of her clit and she comes with a roar, my name falling from her lips in a guttural sound as she spasms around me.

Her body falling forward, I lean over to wrap an arm around her waist to hold her still as I continue to pump inside her.

“You did so good,” I whisper in her ear, hearing only a whimper in response.

“But you’re not done yet, you said you wanted to play.

” I hoist her up so I’m standing, her back pressed firmly to my front as I wrap a hand around her throat.

She kneels on the arm of the couch, impaled on my cock, and I beg for the impending orgasm to hold off just a little longer.

“I can’t. I can’t go again,” she says between breaths.

“That’s not the Rosie I know,” I say as I slow my strokes, pulling out almost to the tip before driving slowly back in. “I thought you were a winner.”

“I am, ” she groans, her pussy gripping me again already. Reaching around her, I lightly caress between her legs. Feeling where we meet, I put a little more pressure, and my hips snap forward, increasing the pace.

“Then you’re going to give me one more.”

“I hate you.” Her nails latch into my forearms.

“Yes, but your pussy loves me. Feel how wet you are? That’s all for me, Rosebud. Now give me what I want.”

She curses with a growl.

Releasing her throat, I let her fall forward. Palming her ass cheeks, I lightly spank her before unleashing. A few hard and fast snaps of my hips and I feel her flutter before she grips me tightly, completely coming undone once again.

“ Calebbbb, fuck!” She squeals and then falls limp to the couch.

I only last another few strokes before my own orgasm overtakes me and I spill into the condom, trying to ignore the thought that I wished I was filling her and not the condom so I could watch her drip with me as I slowed my strokes.

I don’t usually have such fantasies, but I block them out, paying attention to the vixen in front of me.

“Fuck yes,” I whisper against her damp skin.

“My god.” Her body is still slightly quaking as she comes back down from her high. “I wish you were worse at that.”

I give her a delicate spank. “No you don’t. You love my dick.” She makes a sound, something like a breathy laugh, but her energy is spent, and I reluctantly ease myself out of her as she collapses completely on the couch.

“Don’t move.”

“I don’t take orders from you.” She has the balls to sound bratty, and I only have to level her a look, not needing to remind her that less than thirty seconds ago, she did, in fact, take orders, and very well too.

“Shut up,” she whispers, but I catch the smile she’s trying to hide as she buries her head into the couch cushions, catching her breath.

I turn and head for her bedroom’s en suite, setting up her bath and letting it fill while I knot the condom, discard it, and grab a cloth to wet in the warm bath water.

Sitting on the edge of the bath, my head dropped back between my shoulders, I take a breath and calm my heart rate. Fuck me.

It’s never been like that. Only one other time, and it was with the same woman.

The worst part is realizing it isn’t even just that the sex is great.

Our chemistry is off the charts, her scent, her eyes, that fucking smile, and the way she can clap back and takes shit from no one.

Everything about her is so goddamn alluring.

Her skin is smooth, her curls lock between my fingers when I play with her hair like it wants me there, her lips… shit.

My head falls forward and I’m already half hard again. I hope like fuck she has a few more rounds in her because we’ve barely scratched the surface. I’d go another ten rounds, nap, replenish with some protein, and be ready for more.

One thing is for fucking certain; I am completely insatiable for Rosie Garcia.