Page 129 of Press Play

“Do you consent?” His lips brush my ear, and his teeth graze my earlobe before he sucks it gently, drawing a shaky gasp from me.

I nod, breathless. “Yes.”

A low growl vibrates against my neck. “That’s my girl.”

Before I’m ready, he slides his fingers inside me with a sure, steady motion, filling me completely. I clutch the back of his shirt in both fists, barely able to catch my breath as he curls his fingers and presses into the perfect spot.

“You’re so wet, mi amor,” he groans, voice thick with satisfaction.

I press my forehead to his shoulder, rising to my toes, desperate for more. “Please, Theo,” I manage, the plea raw.

“Begging already?” His teasing tone carries a dark edge, but his fingers don’t stop. They explore me with excruciating precision, every movement, every stroke designed to undo me.

“Theo,” I plead, my voice trembling, my grip on his shirt tightening.

His free hand slides up my back, drawing me closer. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the curve of my neck. “Falling apart for me.”

My body arches into his touch as his thumb resumes its languid circles against my clit. A shiver races down my spine, every nerve alive and electric. The tension coils tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.

He’s teasing me, dangling what I crave just out of reach. He knows exactly where to touch and how to break me, but he’s withholding, denying me the release my body screams for.

“The only place you’re coming tonight is on my face or my cock,” he growls against my ear. “Pick one.”

“Just one?” The words slip out before I can stop them.

A devilish grin spreading across his face. “Such a greedy,greedywoman.” He curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes my toes curl. “Is this what you want?”

A gasp tears from my chest as my hips buck into his hand. Every nerve in my body ignites as he presses deeper, dragging out every ounce of tension building inside me. My hands clutch at his shirt, desperate for something to anchor me.

He threads his fingers through my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my face toward him.

His gaze locks on mine, dark and intoxicating. If looks alone could unravel me, I’d already be undone.

His lips part, just slightly, and he sweeps his tongue over them, slow and teasing. It’s impossible not to imagine that tongue sweeping elsewhere. Fire races through my veins, and I’m on the brink, teetering at the edge of an orgasm that feels as though it might consume me whole.

But just as the tension crests, he withdraws. His fingers leave me empty, and his lips crash against mine, swallowing my protest.

“No.” I whimper, clutching at him. “Come back.”

A low, husky laugh escapes him as he slides his hand to my waist. He steps closer, forcing me to retreat until the backs of my legs meet the mattress.

“Did you forget what I said?” He leans in, his weight pressing me down slightly. “Either my face or my cock.”

The thought of his tongue tracing over my clit and entrance sends a fresh wave of heat through me. But the idea of himfilling every inch of me, hitting the spot he knows will make me scream. . . it’s too much to bear. He can’t make me choose.

I grab the hem of my shirt and tug it off in one swift motion. His cocky composure shatters, his pupils dilating as his gaze devours me.

I arch a brow, my own smirk playing on my lips. “Why can’t I have both?”

“You can have whatever you want.” His voice is strained as he drops his eyes to my chest, lingering.

A soft hum leaves my lips as I toy with my nipples, rolling them between my fingers. Pleasure spikes, and I moan, enjoying the way his breath hitches.

“Whatever I want?” I repeat, pinching harder, and his jaw tightens at the sound of my gasp.

“Anything,” he mutters, the word more of a plea than a promise.

I reach for his jeans, unbuttoning them with practiced ease. As my palm glides over his cock, his head falls back, and a guttural groan escapes his lips.

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