Page 19 of Make the Play

“You want me to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

I chuckle darkly. I’m so doomed.

Her body tenses, breaths coming in sharp, unsteady pants as I press my tongue against her clit again and rub my thumb against her hole slowly, building her up until she’s right on the edge.

Her hands fist the sheets, thighs falling wider as she lets out the hottest, filthiest noise I’ve ever heard. I need to hear it again.

“Fucking hell,” she sobs. “I—”

I keep going, relentless and ready to ruin her for anyone else. She clenches so tight. So fucking perfect, so fucking mine.

“Gonna come for me, baby?”

She nods, head thrashing against the pillow, and I press deeper, fucking her with my tongue now, fingers working her open, my thumb still teasing her, pushing her past the point of no return. Her breath catches on a whimper as her back arches.

Zoe Carlson is whimpering under my tongue.

Then she shatters.

“Oh my fuckinggod—”

Her orgasm crashes over her, so intense she doesn’t even make a sound at first.

And I don’t stop.

I work her through it, dragging my tongue over her, feeling every pulse and every tremor. My fingers keep curling against the spot inside her until she whimpers from the overstimulation, pulling at my hair. Only then do I finally let her breathe by sinking a slow, filthy bite to her inner thigh.

I should stop, give her a second to recover.

But she doesn’t want that because her shaky hands find my face and pull me up, dragging my mouth to hers, tasting herself on my tongue.

“Fucking hell,” she pants as we break the kiss.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, watching her catch her breath. Taking in the flush on her skin and the way her chest still rises and falls in uneven breaths.

But then she bites her lip and grinds up against me, and I snap.

In a blur, I flip her over and drag her beneath me. She lets out a wicked little laugh, bracing her hands against the mattress as I grip her ass, yanking her back against me so she can feel just how hard I am.

“Mm,fuck,” she murmurs, rolling her hips into me.

I groan, my fingers digging into her, steadying myself as I reach for a condom from the bedside drawer and rolling it on.

“You sure about this, baby?”

Zoe twists to look at me, fire and challenge burning in her eyes.

“Shut up and fuck me, Walton.”

Christ.

I swipe my tip over her clit, loving the way she jerks, loving the little moan escaping her throat.

“That’s what you want, huh?”

She nods, desperate.

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