Page 18 of Make the Play

I want her dripping. I want her shaking. I want to be the only thing she remembers in the morning.

Then I reach the damn lace again. I groan, pressing my mouth to her inner thigh, breathing her in.

“Fuck, Zo,” I rasp. “You’re soaked.”

She exhales shakily, hips rising towards me.

“You gonna do something about it?”

I chuckle against her skin. “Nah. You’re gonna beg first.”

Her sharp little huff punches straight to my cock. She glares, but I see it again—the flicker of uncertainty. She wants to fight me, wants to hold her ground. But she’s already losing.

And I live for this shit.

My mouth hovers over her, just close enough to tease, my breath hot against her. I press an open-mouthed kiss right beside where she wants me most, and she twitches beneath me.Her fingers fist the sheets, and her thighs tighten around my shoulders.

Exhaling a shaky breath, she tips her head back against the pillows, and I watch her throat bob.

“Please.”

A low, satisfied hum rumbles from my chest, and I hook my fingers in her thong, dragging it down with my teeth, feeling her shiver and hearing her breath catch.

I let my eyes slowly trace back up her lean legs, my fingertips skating across her skin. I don’t give her time to process before my mouth is on her, and she cries out.

Her hips jerk, body twisting beneath me, hands grabbing at my hair like she doesn’t know if she wants to push me away or pull me closer.

I grunt against her, pressing her thighs wider, forcing her to stay open for me.

“Stay still, baby.”

I flick my tongue over her clit, feeling the sharp jerk of her hips beneath my grip. She tastes so fucking good, and I groan into her, gripping her hips as I devour her. Zoe curses, her thighs trembling against my shoulders.

She’s so goddamn responsive, so beautiful like this. All her sharp edges and stubborn walls completely, utterly undone.

I slide two fingers inside her, andChrist, she loses it completely. Arching and crying out my name, clawing my scalp, a strangled moan breaking from her throat.

“Ch-Chase—”

I twist my fingers inside her, curling them exactly where she needs, moving them slow and deep while I keep my mouth on her. Her thighs try to snap shut, but I pin her in place, forcing her wide and keeping her exactly where I want her.

“Jesus Christ—” She gasps. “You’re—”

“Wrecking you?” I murmur against her, pressing an open-mouthed kiss right on her clit.

She moans in reply, nails sinking deeper into my scalp.

I drag my fingers out slowly, slick and glistening with her, before sliding my hand lower. She jerks at the loss, head snapping up to glare at me.

“What the fu—”

My thumb drags lower, pressing against her tight little hole, and she lets out a loud groan.Oh, fuck yes.

Her whole body shudders as her legs widen for me on pure instinct, and a fresh wave of wetness soaks my fingers.

I grin. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

She makes a high, desperate little sound, chest rising and falling rapidly as I add just enough pressure in a slow, teasing circle.

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