Page 58 of Force Play

“Where are you going?” She pushes up on her elbows and I can see the panic from earlier returning.

“Just grabbing you a towel.”

“But I don’t want a—”

“Calm down. There’s no way I’m covering this perfect fucking body.”

I turn back to find her with her arms folded glowering at me. “Didn’t anyone teach you that telling a woman to calm down is the fastest way to a fight?”

“Yep. But I bet you taste even sweeter when you’re mad, and I’m famished for a post-game snack.”

If she’s going to let me touch her, you bet your sweet ass I’m going to do it thoroughly. Grabbing her behind the knees I tug her down the chair causing a little shriek to come out of her. “Now get your ass down here where I can eat properly.” I slip the rolled-up towel under her ass for support and straighten her injured leg so she’s not tempted to use it. “Are you going to make me pin that leg down, or do you think you can control yourself?”

“That shouldn’t be a problem judging by the amount of words coming out of your mouth when I told you I wasn’t interested in talking.” Threading her fingers through my hair, she tilts my head up to look at her. “Are you going to make me forget, or should I go find someone else?”

“You can try, but no one can do it as well as I can.”

With a deliberate touch, my fingers graze the inside of her leg starting from just above where the yellow bruising fades away to her inner knee and back down. Each pass has her chest rising and falling a little faster.

Pain bites at my scalp when she twists her fingers in my hair. “I guess these pretty locks are good for something.”

“The deal still stands. You can cut it anytime.” Dropping wet kisses on her pelvis, I glance up to find her lips parted and her eyes clouded with lust.

“You were serious about that.”

“As serious as I am about eating your sweet cunt.” My teeth drag over her skin before I bite lightly. Whatever barb she’s about to throw my way dissolves into a hiss when I bring my fingers down against her clit. “Hook that leg over my shoulder because I’m done fucking around. I’ve waited a year to bury my tongue inside you again, and I’m not wasting another second of it.”

A string of nonsense is the last thing I hear before I lose myself in her. Just like I knew she would be, she’s drenched, and not from the pool. My only regret about our time together before is that I didn’t spend more time with my head right here. Missed sleep can be made up, but I’ll never tire of her taste on my tongue, or how soft she sounds when she whimpers my name.

“You’re a fucking mess. A beautiful disaster.”

If this is the key to getting her to let her guard down, I’m going to treat myself every damn time she offers herself up. Because right now, with her ass in the palms of my hands and her fingers in my hair, she’s not fighting what she feels for me. No, she’s holding me to her like she doesn’t hate the things she thinks I stand for.

Her voice cracks, breaking through the haze I’m in. “Fuck, yes,” she hums, her grip tightening so that I’m forced to look up at her.

“You like my mouth on you, Baby?” I give her two fingers, making her suck in a sharp breath.

“W-want to know my favorite part?” The words stick in her throat.

“Tell me,” I say, hooking my fingers just to see her squirm.

“It’s the only time you stop running your mouth. And I plan to hold out as long as I can just to enjoy the extra few minutes of silence.” She tries hard to hide it, but even the way she sucks her cheek can’t conceal the twitch in the corner of her mouth.

“Just for that, I’m going to make you come fast and talk the whole time.”

“Leave it to me to ruin oral with the hot baseball player.” Her arm falls, covering her eyes.

Fresh with a renewed commitment to the cause, I drop my head and press my tongue to her clit, talking around it. “Nothing’s ruined, but you realize you called me the hottest man you’ve ever met.”

“No, I did—”

I cut her off, sucking her clit hard. “That’s what I heard.” So . . . talking like this isn’t easy, but it’s fun as hell to watch her roll her eyes at me, only to moan out my name a second later.

“Fuucck me,” she draws out when my teeth scrape her clit.

“No can do, you know the deal.” Her leg tightens around my shoulders, holding me to her wet center, covering my face in her. “Not holding out so well.” Each word is punctuated by a lick and a pump of my fingers. “It’s okay, we aren’t done yet. I’m still hungry.”

Her walls tighten around my fingers, but I don’t let up. Licking a stripe up her soaked cunt I pick up my pace pumping my fingers while she squirms beneath me. Her stunning face twists as her release tears through her. “That’s it, now give me another,” I demand, stroking her roughly.

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