Page 159 of Make the Play

“Ride me, baby. Make up for every second I’ve been gone.”

I sink down in one slow, tight glide, taking every inch of him until I’m filled to the point of madness.

“Fuck,” he chokes out, head falling back against the seat. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“It’s been less than aweek.”

I roll my hips, and his jaw clenches on a groan, then his eyes flick up to the rear-view mirror.

“Look at you,” he moans. “My name stretched across your back while you’re stretched aroundme.”

His hand slides up my spine, curling around the back of my neck, dragging me down to kiss him again, his voice pure grit against my mouth.

“Putting you in my jersey? That was a fucking mistake, baby.”

I gasp as his mouth drags along my neck, sucking hard at the spot just beneath my jaw—his favorite place to mark. His hand slides around to palm my breast through the thin fabric, fingers rolling over my pierced nipple until I’m shaking.

“Because every time you move, every time you bounce, I see it in the mirror. You know what thatdoesto me?”

I shudder and lean in, lips brushing his ear.

“You did this to yourself, Walton,” I rasp. “You wanted me in your jersey, now you get to watch.”

He groans so loud it echoes in the cab.

“Tell me whose name you’re wearing.”

“Yours.”

“Whose cock’s inside you right now?”

“Yours, Chase. Fuck—yours.”

“That’s my fucking girl,” he pants, grinding up into me harder. “Wrapped in me, so fucking pretty stuffed full of me, riding like you were made for it.”

I ride him harder, bouncing faster at his words. The SUV rocks with every movement, but I don’t care because my thighs are shaking now, rhythm stuttering as my orgasm builds.

“You gonna come for me?” he murmurs, thumb brushing down over my clit. “Gonna make a mess all over my lap while you’re in my number?”

I gasp, rolling my hips down harder, my voice catching as I pant against his mouth.

“Keep talking like that,” I whisper, “and I’ll come so hard you’ll be wiping me off your leather seats for days.”

His hand moves and tightens on my ass, dragging me down into every thrust as he grunts, hips jerking up as I tighten around him. The other hand moves to collar my throat.

“Wanna fuck you in this,” he breathes. “Every day. Want you dripping down your thighs wearing nothing but my name.”

That’s all it takes. I fall apart, moaning into his mouth as I clench around him, trembling into his chest with a sigh. He groans, thrusts up once, twice, and then he’s gone too, biting into my shoulder as he comes, still clutching the jersey to keep him grounded. The silence is only punctured by our ragged breaths filling the SUV.

Chase leans back, still inside me, gaze dragging back up to the mirror with a lazy, wrecked grin.

“Best fucking view I’ve ever had.”

Chapter thirty

My name, all over you

Zoe

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