Page 95 of False Play
He met my stare through his eyelashes with a lazy smirk playing on his lips. “Are you wet for me already, Kenny baby?”
“Yes,” I replied without an ounce of shame. This was not me. I wasn’t the kind of girl whotalkedduring sex. But Henry… Well, he made me fearless. “What are you going to do about it?”
He arched a brow. “Is that a challenge?”
“I don’t know, is it?” My tone was playful.
His lips traveled with hot kisses from my sternum to my stomach to my hips. I tilted my head back with a moan when he placed a few kisses on my inner thighs. If the way he fucked felt half as good as his lips and hands felt on my body…I didn’t know how I was going to survive.
He gripped the hem of my panties as he nipped my inner thigh to get my attention. “Oh, no, no.” He clicked his tongue. “You’re going to look at me in the eyes while I eat your cunt, Kennedy. I want those pretty brown eyes on me atalltimes.”
“Oh my God,” I moaned breathlessly as my clit throbbed painfully at his words.
What the hell was happening? How wasthisreal life?
He took my underwear off in one quick motion then wrapped my legs around his shoulders. “I’m the only one who’s going to fuck you senseless.” Long, sleek fingers gripped my thighs. His stare was intense and set my body ablaze. “The only name I want you moaning ismine,” he growled.
I couldn’t even form a response, because Henry flattened his tongue against my center and licked it torturously slow. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I was transported to another dimension. My body wasn’t mine anymore. It was possessed by lust and instantly craved more like an insatiable hunger, ready to devour anything in its path.
“Eyes.”Lick. “On.”Lick. “Me.”Lick.
It took everything in me to open my eyelids and meet his gaze, but when I did, he rewarded me with a twirl of his tongue around my clit. Then he latched his mouth on to me and started sucking and slurping like a thirsty, desperate man. The sounds were downright filthy; it was almost too embarrassing how my core tightened and how wet I became with each suck and erotic sound. But I was so intent on obeying him, my eyesnever left his as I propped one of my elbows on the bed then threaded my fingers through his hair.
His tongue continued to circle my clit with precision, and I almost crushed his head with my thighs when he swiped across a sensitive spot. His smile was wicked as he gripped me in a death grip and opened my legs wide. “Keep these legs open for me. I want to lick, suck, and eateveryfucking inch of you.”
All I could do was moan.I was reeling and overstimulated with the way he devoured my pussy, by the feel of his calloused hands on my thighs, and by the heat of his body warming mine.
“Say you understand, Kenny,” he commanded.
Who the hell was this man?
With every command he gave me, I was eager to obey. To do whatever he desired.It was madness.
“I-I understand,” I said through a heaved breath.
“Good girl.”Oh, the way my pussy clenched at the praise was blistering.
He didn’t waste any more time andconsumedme. He didn’t come up for air. He just licked and nipped my outer labia, and kept sucking my clit and swiping his tongue back and forth, then in circles, until I was throbbing painfully against his mouth. One of his fingers slowly entered me, and I clenched around the sudden intrusion. It burned, but it was the good kind of fire—the kind I wanted to lie on and let swallow me whole.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he rasped against me as he continued to finger me slowly.
I was so close, I couldn’t form any coherent thoughts or sentences. When his finger found my sensitive spot, he brushed his middle finger across my clit to pick some of my arousal and slowly entered the second digit. His temple rested against my thigh as he looked at—no—admiredme.His eyes were hoodedand glassy, his face was coated with my arousal, and that just did something to me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin.
My pussy clenched around his fingers at his praise. “Henry.”
“You look so fucking pretty with my fingers inside your cunt and desperately moaning my name.God, Kenny. You’re a goddamn dream, baby.”
My pussy clenchedagain.
“Does my pretty girl like being praised?” he asked in a husky tone, his smile playful and knowing. I should have guessed Henry was going to read me like an open book in bed, just like he did during our day-to-day interactions.
I nodded with a bite of my lip. I couldn’t deny it; every praise he gave me was like his words were fingertips, touching me everywhere at once.
His fingers picked up the pace, sliding out of me faster and harder as his thumb found my clit and started to brush it in circles. “You’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl.” He dropped a kiss on my hipbone. “That’s it. Keep taking my fingers, let’s get you nice and stretched for my cock.”
“Oh, G—” I stopped myself and choked out, “Henry, fuck,” instead. I was so close, my lower belly was tight, and my feet curled as shivers ran down my spine.
