Page 114 of Make the Play

“Say that again, sweetheart.”

She shakes her head, laughing breathlessly. “Shutup.”

Her voice only makes me harder. Growling low in my throat, I suck her clit into my mouth like it’s mine. Because it is. Every inch of her is mine, and she’s gonna feel it.

“Shit,” she cries, head dropping back. “You don’t stop, do you?”

“Nope,” I rumble. “I’ll stop when you’re limp and soaked through the fucking mattress.”

She laughs, but it turns into a moan, her thighs starting to quake again.

“You like this?” I rasp, sucking her harder. “Like being my favorite meal?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “God, yes—more—”

I drag my hand up her stomach, palm flat and hot, and hold her down as her hips writhe against my face. “Then fucking take it.”

She’s loud now, no attempt to muffle it as I work my hand, moaning my name like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.

“You’re so good for me, Zo. My perfect fucking girl.”

Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and she cries out, thighs shaking around my head as I work her through her second orgasm.

“One more baby,” I mutter again, pulling my fingers out slowly and sucking them into my mouth.

“Jesus, gimme a second—”

“Nah.” I flip her onto her stomach, grab her hips, and haul her up onto her knees. She exhales when I press her head down into bed, when I slide two fingers back inside her from behind and twist them.

She’s trembling now, face buried in the pillow, knees spread wide as I hold her in place. I lap at her from behind, tongue dragging up her soaked pussy, not missing a single drop. Then I spread her open, grip her cheeks, use my thumbs to expose every perfect inch of her, and groan at the sight.

“Fuck, Zo, so pretty.”

She squirms, but I press a hand to her lower back, pinning her.

“Don’t move.”

Leaning in, I swipe my tongue over her again—slow, filthy, possessive. Right over her pussy, up to her ass. She gasps abreathless, choked-off sound, and her hips try to jerk up toward me.

I flatten my tongue and lick her again, teasing the tight ring of muscle with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh my god,” she pants. “That’s—fuuuuck, that’s so—”

“You like that, sweetheart?” I murmur, tongue circling her again. “Like me eating every inch of you?”

She moans with a desperate nod into the pillow as I press two fingers back inside her dripping pussy, and stroke deep.

“You’re gonna come again for me, aren’t you?”

She shakes her head. “I can’t… I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” I reply, mouth hot against the curve of her ass, fingers working faster. “Gonna give it to me like the good fucking girl you are.”

“Shit! Shit… I’m gonna—”

“Gotta be quiet, baby,” I murmur. “Can’t let the whole fuckin’ festival hear how hot you sound when you come for me.”

“Chase,” she pants, grabbing at the blankets.

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