Free Powerplay by Cher Carson

slick swipe of his tongue sending a pulse straight to her core, soaking her panties. She moaned into his mouth as he flattened his free hand against her ass, grinding his hard cock into her.
    She tried to shake her head, to find the willpower to fight him off, but it was pointless. They both knew she wanted this, needed this, as much as he did.
    He reached behind him to clear the desk, sitting down on it as he urged her between his powerful legs.
    They were the same height when he was sitting down and she took advantage of the rare opportunity to regain some of the control. She leaned into him, forcing him further back on the desk as she claimed his mouth, thrusting her hands into his hair. It was a battle for power, for dominance, and while they both knew he would come out on top, she was savoring the struggle. She worked the buttons on his shirt, baring his hard chest.
    He sucked in a breath when she pulled her dress over her head, revealing a lemon yellow strapless bra and thong. “I need to taste you,” he said, standing up to shift her body until she was perched on the edge of the desk where he’d been sitting. He spread her thighs apart and pushed her panties aside as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
    “This is crazy,” she whispered, trying to reclaim the sanity he robbed her of with the slightest touch. “We can’t do this in my office, in the middle of the day.”
    “I’m not gonna fuck you here,” he whispered, kissing the soft skin on her inner thighs. “I’m just going to give you a taste of what you can expect if you agree to have dinner with me tonight.”
    She knew dinner was out of the question, but she needed to take the edge off before meeting with her client, and his proposal sounded so much better than sneaking into the bathroom for a quick, self-induced release.
    He spread her wide, hooking her legs over his shoulders.
    He glided his tongue back and forth over her swollen clit before sucking the tight bud into his mouth.
    She fought the urge to cry out, biting her lip until she felt the sharp bite of pain balancing the carnal pleasure. 
    He worked her over thoroughly, licking her inflamed lips as he consumed her with his tongue. She dug her palms into the hard wood of the desk, riding the crest of the orgasm that threatened to tear through her. She rotated her hips, thrusting her pussy into his face as he greedily lapped at the juice trickling into his mouth.   
    She wanted to scream and cry out his name, but having to remain silent only added to the fierce intensity.
    Her stomach clenched as her legs started to tremble. “Oh God,” she whispered. “Mark…”
    He continued to devour her, relentless in his quest to give her pleasure.
    She rode out the final wave, her body finally satisfied, at least temporarily.
    He stood up, taking her face in his hands. He kissed her lips gently, and she tasted the tang of her own essence on his lips.
    “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered between kisses. “I think about you all the time. When I’m playing hockey, practicing, sleeping… I can’t get you out of my head.”
    She wrapped her arms around his waist, battling the inner voice that told her to push him away. “I know how you feel,” she admitted. “I’ve been thinking about you, too.”
    He kissed her cheek, her ear, sucking the tender lobe into his mouth. “I love you. I know you don’t believe that, but just give me the chance to prove it to you, please, baby.”
    Her heart surged. There was a time when she would have given anything to hear that sweet declaration, but that was a long time ago. Her life was different now. “You know I can’t do that. It’s over. It has to be over.”
    He pulled back to look her in the eye, still framing her face with his rough hands. “If that were true, you wouldn’t have made love to me the other night. You wouldn’t have let me love you now.”
    She closed her eyes, shaking her head as she tried to refute his claim. “It