Page 86 of Press Play

I nod, and he flashes me his flawless smile.

“How much more?” he asks.

I lean toward his lips and press my palm against his length. “This much more,” I rasp.

With a groan, he pulls his hand away from my core and pulls my shorts off. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Theo sits up and yanks down his sweatpants and boxers, kicking them to the floor. I toss my shorts across the room and am about to remove my shirt when he grabs my ankle and pulls me farther down the bed.

With a squeal, I smile against his mouth as he kisses me. The tip of his cock brushes over my entrance, and I move my hips against him. The visceral need to have him inside me is overwhelming.

“Just one second,” he whispers as he leans over to open the bedside table drawer.

In one smooth motion, he rips a condom wrapper open with his teeth. But before he can put it on, I do the unthinkable.

“Wait.” I place my hand over his to stop him. “You were just tested, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” he answers quietly, frozen.

I take in a long breath. “Can we do this without a condom?”

His eyes widen and flick between mine. “You’re not afraid?”

“I’m nervous,” I answer honestly. “But I’m not afraid.”

“I wouldn’t do anything to put you in harm’s way.”

And with a sweet grin, I murmur, “I know, Theo. I trust you.”

With a subtle nod, he drops the condom to the floor. He grips my hips, pulling me closer, and pauses, his breath catching as he positions himself.

He locks his eyes onto mine with an intensity that steals my breath. “This is what you want?”

I nod, barely able to speak, my mind spinning from the anticipation. “Yes... Please.”

He enters me slowly, inch by inch, his gaze holding mine, and every agonizing second of it is perfect. The heat, the fullness, the way he stretches me—it’s overwhelming.

I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I lose myself.

“God, Wren,” he groans, his voice strained, his movements deliberate and measured, making sure I feel every inch. “So good... so perfect.”

I shiver as he begins to move, each thrust deep and unhurried, the rhythm almost maddening in its slowness.

He captures my lips again, swallowing my moans, his hands roaming over me, guiding me closer, deeper, until every thought, every sensation, is just him, filling me, consuming me completely.

“Oh my god?—”

Cutting me off with a rough kiss, he pulls on my lower lip before growling, “My name is the only one that should leave these lips. Understand?” I start to nod, but he shakes his head. “Words, Wren.”

“Yes,” I mutter.

“Yes, what?”

“I understand.”

“That’s my girl. Now, show me where that spot is.” He thrusts inside me, and my head arches back.

A sudden flame spreads through my body, and as he increases his momentum, I become a whimpering mess.

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