Page 149 of Make the Play

“Jesus, Zo. What, Versace Crescendo was taken?”

She snorts. “Please. That bitch’s motor died six months ago.”

There’s a beat where I can’t tell if she’s being serious or not.

“Long live Dolce, then.”

“Don’t act so surprised,” she says, adjusting the camera as she leans back. “I had to use it earlier after your fight on the ice. But now…”

She clicks it on low, and I watch as she flips the view. She’s on her back, blanket pushed down, and legs tangled in my sheets, pulling those black lace panties down that I’ve dragged off her with my teeth before. My cock twitches.

“…I guess I’ll let you talk me through it.”

I groan. “You’re gonna kill me.”

She moans lightly as the toy brushes against her clit, and I almost lose it on the spot.

“Say my name,” I rasp.

“Chase.”

She doesn’t even hesitate, just says it on a breath as her hips lift gently, eyes on me through the screen.

My fist clenches around the phone. My other hand grips my cock through my boxers, desperate for friction.

“You said it like that the other night,” I mutter. “You were dripping and riding my cock and saying my name like it was your fucking religion.”

“Mmm. Don’t remind me,” she gasps. “I can still feel you.”

“Jesus, sweetheart. Lemme see.”

She doesn’t break eye contact, just hikes her shirt higher, spreads her legs wider, and slowly inserts the toy.

“Fuck, Zo… you’re so wet for me, I can see it.”

She hums, playing coy even as her hips start rocking. “Must be the sound of your voice. Or maybe it’s the way you fight like an animal and then smile for the cameras like a good boy.”

My fist is around my cock now, and it’s not gonna take long. Not with her doing this, not with her saying things like that.

“Faster,” I rasp. “You know how I like it.”

Her lips quirk. “You gonna beg?”

“Shit.” My hand moves faster over my cock, and I let my head tip back for a second before finding her face again on the screen. “You want me to beg, Zo? Want me to fuckingpleadfor your pussy while you fall apart for me?”

“Yes.” She gasps as the toy hits just right. “I want you desperate.”

“I am.” My voice cracks with it. “I’ve been desperate since the moment you walked out of my hotel room in that fucking dress the morning after the wedding. You think I haven’t been thinking about that night every single goddamn time I touch myself?”

“Chase—”

“Yeah,” I growl, pumping harder now. “Say it again.”

Her eyes lock on the screen, and her hips stutter.

“Chase.”

“Fuck, that’s it. You riding that toy like it’s me?”

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