Free Absolute Power (Southern Justice #1 by Cayce Poponea

was cracked slightly and no one was standing in line. I pushed open the door the rest of the way, coming face to face with purple lace panties and fishnet stockings—a solid band around her thighs ending just short of her ass cheeks. I secured the wooden door behind me, my cock begging to be set free.
    Brown eyes looking over a tan shoulder, wiggling her ass, begging for me to come closer. Portia was completely naked with the exception of her thong, which was obscuring my view. She widened her feet apart, getting her balance set for what she knew I was about to give her. Hot pink fingernails, too long to be real, with black lines making them look like tiger skins highlighting the ends. She reached around, pulling her ass cheeks apart and the thong string with them.
    Her pussy was glistening; wet by either her spit from playing with her clit or perhaps the thought of what was about to go down. She licked two of her fingers, then slapped the lips of her pussy, a part of her body I had no interest in. With a moan, she slipped one then two fingers into her ass, swirling them while sucking air through her teeth.
    I pulled my dick from my jeans, and drop the condom wrapper I had ready to the dirty floor. With the latex in place, my hand gripped her hip as my cock tapped her opening. She didn’t wait for me to ease into her; she pushed her ass in my direction, impaling herself on my cock. I was balls deep in her ass, while she took charge pushing herself over and over against me. I let her do her thing, less work for me. Glancing up in the mirror above the sink, I caught my blue eyes and strong jaw Georgia commented about. I’d used both to get me in the position I was currently enjoying.
    “Touch my clit, baby,” Portia commanded, clearly forgetting her place.
    “Touch your own fucking clit,” I gave back to her, feeling her nails on my balls as she did so. Portia was no stranger to this type of fucking. My guess was she preferred it as much as I did. Her walls no longer showed signs of being stretched; considering my girth, that was saying something.
    “Fuck me harder,” she called back, slapping her ass cheeks repeatedly, the skin now showing a red handprint.
    I was about to comply when Carson’s warning to leave Claire alone crossed my mind. His words did little to keep my mind from thinking if she would enjoy my cock in her ass. Or would she prefer to have me kissing her neck, telling her how good she felt as I made love to her. Watching her face as she said my name, telling me where to touch her.
    “Goddamn it!” I roared, my thoughts bringing on an orgasm with a force I’d never experienced before. I leaned over Portia’s back, trying hard to get my bearings and catch my breath, feeling like a newborn deer instead of a grown assed man. I’d never fantasized about another girl while fucking. I’d never needed to. Either another girl on the bed getting her pussy ate by the one I was fucking or just watching myself fuck the one I was with was usually enough. Never had I gotten off that hard by thinking about kissing a girl, or being buried deep in her pussy.
    I flushed the condom, watching the water swirl as it took the evidence with it. Portia was bitching about something, nothing that really mattered to me, so I paid no attention. I was sure she was pissed there would be no addition of Shayla. I tucked my now limp dick into my jeans and, not waiting to see if she had covered herself or not, opened the door, the cold air of the hall hitting my overheated face. It was enough to bring me to my senses and give me a moment of clarity.
    I was taken in, by the person leaving the ladies bathroom, directly across the short hall. Standing there, in all her dark-haired glory, was the girl in question, Claire.
    “Oh, I’m sorry.” Her hand flew to her shirt-covered chest, eyes as big as saucers. Her hair was bouncing with her body as she stepped back in the bathroom.
    “Pardon me,” I returned then ran, getting the