Page 239 of Make the Play

“First orgasm of the marriage.”

“We’re not married.”

He grins. “You keep saying that, but your pussy says otherwise.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re in love with me.”

“Shut up.”

“Nah.”

He unzips himself, then in one smooth motion he’s lifting me, pressing my back against the wall again. My legs wrap around his waist as he frees himself from his jeans, and when I feel his bare, hard cock against my clit, I shudder out a breathy moan.

“Didn’t plan on fucking you at backyard brunch,” he murmurs against my lips. “So tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Chase.”

He groans low. “Say that again.”

“Fuck me.”

He slides in on one long, slow thrust that stretches me wide and deep. I gasp, head falling back against the wall again, legs tightening around him as he bottoms out.

“JesusChrist,” he breathes, holding still for half a second, trying not to blow already. “You feel like home.”

And then he’s moving, one hand braced on the wall beside my head, the other gripping my thigh, holding me while he drives into me again and again.

“You’re mine,” he pants. “You get that right?”

“God—Chase—”

“This pussy is mine. This mouth. This smart, sassy, infuriating brain that won’t stop running from how bad you want me.”

“Shut up—”

He fucks me harder.

“You think I didn’t see it today? My whole damn world walking toward me. Promising me forever, kissing me like it was real. And baby—” he groans against my throat, “—I’ve never wanted anything more.”

I jerk forward to bite his shoulder and he shudders then loses it. Slams into me over and over, cock thick and perfect and hitting deep until I’m moaning his name.

“God, you’resosmug right now.”

He grins against my neck. “Because I’m balls-deep in the love of my life while everyone else is outside eating waffles.”

I gasp as he shifts his angle, thrusting harder. “You’re—such a—cocky bastard.”

“Yeah?” His hand slips between us, fingers circling my clit as I whimper. “You need something in your mouth, baby,” he growls. “So you stop talking.”

“Chase—”

“You can get on your knees next. My cock in your mouth. My cum on your tongue and my ring on your finger.”

My eyes snap open. “What?”

He doesn’t stop moving, just slows down—those devastating, deep rolls of his hips hitting every nerve I have.

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