Page 113 of Make the Play

Oh, sweetheart.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down slowly, letting the air hit her inch by inch. Then I press a kiss to the inside of her knee before dragging my tongue up the soft skin of her thigh. Burying my face between her thighs, I make one long stroke of my tongue, and she arches, a strangled sound ripping from her throat as she grabs at the wall.

My tongue flicks over her clit, slow and teasing at first, then I suck her into my mouth, and she jerks.

“F-fuck!”

“Gonna make you forget every goddamn rule you made,” I murmur against her. “Gonna make you beg, Zoe.”

“You’re the one on his knees,” she gasps.

“And you’re dripping…” I drag my fingers through her before thrusting two inside, and her knees nearly give out.

“You think you’re in control,” I say, licking along her inner thigh, “but I’m on my knees because I’m about to fucking ruin you.”

I suck her clit into my mouth again and her whole body seizes. She cries out as I finger her slowly, curling my knuckles on every drag. She moans so loud I spring up and clamp a hand over her mouth.

“Shhh,” I whisper. “You want the whole fucking field to hear you?”

She makes a muffled noise against my hand as she parts her lips—somewhere between a moan and a threat—and bites the pad of my finger.

I chuckle and drag my hand down to her throat, resting it there and squeezing before I move lower again, letting my hand coast down and roll a nipple between my finger and thumb. She gasps again as I latch back onto her clit. First orgasm’s coming fast.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Tryingsohard to stay in control. You gonna beg, Zo?”

She grabs at my hair, grinding against my face, and I let her. I encourage it, digging my fingers into her thighs and pinning her open as I work her like I’ve got all night. And I do. I’d stay down here forever if she let me. I slowly slide two fingers back into her, and she clenches around me.

I curl them just right, flicking my tongue over her clit again and again until she’s writhing, whispering my name like a prayer.

“Please—” she pants, voice breaking. “God—please, don’t stop.”

That’s it. That’s the crack I’ve been waiting for.

“I got you, baby,” I murmur. “Let go for me, all over my fucking face.”

And she does.

She comes with a full-body quake, thighs shaking, hands gripping my hair to hold me right where she needs me. I don’t move, don’t stop, not daring to let up until she’s sobbing my name and trying to push me away.

I press a kiss to her hip, then grab her thighs and lift her like she weighs nothing.

“You’re not done,” I tell her, already carrying her to the bed as she clutches my shoulders.

I drop her onto the mattress, shove a pillow under her hips, and spread her open again. That damn silver chain skirt’s still hiked up around her hips, and I have no intention of taking it off her. She props herself on her elbows, lips kiss-swollen, tits flushed and bouncing with every pant.

“You’re serious?”

I don’t answer with words. I grip the backs of her thighs and drag her to the edge of the bed, hook them over my shoulders, and bury my face in her again.

“Maybe I’ll give you a gold star,” she pants, voice wobbly but smug.

I grin against her, lips slick, tongue dragging deep and slow.

“Yeah?” I murmur. “Want me to earn it?”

I slide my fingers back in, curling at the perfect angle, and her sass crumples beneath me. “G-gold st—fuck,Chase—”

I groan into her, dragging my mouth up her thigh.

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