Page 20 of Make the Play

“Use your words, Zo.” I hum against the side of her neck.

She arches back, trying to get me inside her faster. “Chase—”

Fuck, say it again.

My fingers tangle in her hair, forcing her head back just enough to make her feel it.

“Then take it.”

I thrust inside her in one deep stroke, and she chokes on a groan. Her body clenches around me, and I almost lose it becausefuck, she feels so goddamn good. Tight and warm and so ready.

“God, yes, right there, right there,” she sobs, nails digging into the sheets.

I adjust my grip on her hip, forcing her to take all of me. She’s so wet, so perfect, her pussy swallowing me as I drive deeper, the loud slapping sounds of us echoing around the hotel room.

I grit my teeth and fight for control because I know I won’t last if I don’t slow down.

But she doesn’t want slow. She pushes back against me and meets every thrust, wrecking me in real-time. I slide a hand up her back, pressing between her shoulder blades, forcing her down and making her feel every inch.

“Look at you,” I rasp, dragging her back onto my cock. “So fucking desperate for it.”

“Yes,” she gasps.

“Wanted me to fuck you just like this, didn’t you? To bend you over and ruin you?”

She shudders, fingers twisting in the sheets.

“Yes.”

That’s all it takes. That one moaned, breathless word. My grip tightens on her hips as I snap forward and drive deep, the sounds of her moans punctuated by the rattling of the headboard.

“Mmm, Zo,” I groan. “Squeezing my cock so tight you’re gonna milk me dry.”

She whimpers as I haul her up against my chest, one arm tight around her waist, forcing her to take me even deeper.

“Chase!”

I slide my hand over her tits, wrapping it around her throat and tilting her head back against my shoulder.

“That’s right, sweetheart.” I press my hot mouth against her ear. “Say my fucking name.”

Nails dig into my forearm, and her back arches. As her body tightens around me, she cries my name again and shatters. I hold her steady, fucking her through it, dragging her over the edge.

Her panting little whimpers almost kill me as I thrust deep one more time, burying myself inside her, following her straight into the abyss. She tightens around me one last time, and I swear to God, it feels like she’s taking part of me with her.

My vision blurs, muscles snap and burn, and I’m gone.

I collapse forward, pressing my forehead to her shoulder, both of us breathing hard, trembling, and completely obliterated.

Her fingers curl into the pillow, and I know I should move. But I don’t.

Because the second I even think about pulling away, her body clenches around me again. A soft little moan leaves her throat, barely more than an exhale, and fuck me, I’mdone. My grip on her tightens as I try to convince myself I can stay right here forever with her if I just stay still.

I should laugh. Doanythingbut stay here, buried so deep in her I can feel every erratic pulse of her heartbeat. I should tease her, say something cocky and flippant and dumb, something to snap the moment in half before it consumes me whole.

But there’s nothing funny about this.

Nothing funny about the way she’s still holding onto me, so soft and pliant as if letting me touch her hasn’t already destroyed us both.

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