Page 99 of Double Play

My eyelids flutter at the sensation. I have to squeeze his arm and clench my entire body just to try to maintain any composure.

I quickly look around. No one but Kam is staring at us.

After a few pumps, he pulls his finger out, runs it under his nose, and inhales deeply. His tongue then snakes out and licks across that finger.

I watch on with a slack jaw. If this man doesn’t get inside me soon, I might actually pass out.

By unfortunate virtue of geography, we drop Ezra off first. Surprisingly, Bailey gets out of the bus with him. I didn’t thinkshe was interested, but I can’t be bothered to focus on anything else besides Layton right now.

Gemma and Trey are dropped off next, and then we finally head to Layton’s place. We pull around to his private elevator. He stands and grabs my hand as the bus comes to a stop.

When we’re about to exit the bus, Quincy narrows his eyes at me. “Z, I can escort you home if you’d like.”

Kam lets out a laugh. “Did you even see the cover photo? Did you pick up on any tension at the party or on this bus, or are you simply deaf, dumb, and blind? If you don’t realize that they’re about to go fuck their brains out all night, you’re an idiot.”

Cheetah starts laughing. “Kam bam, you’re one of a kind. Q, have another drink. Say good night to Layton and your sister. She’sdefinitelynot staying on this bus with us.”

I guess we weren’t as discreet as I thought.

I do a little wave with my fingers and smile. “Have a good night. I know I will.”

I hear Quincy snarl as we make our way off the bus and into the elevator where the last of my sanity snaps. Before the elevator doors even close behind us, I reach into Layton’s shirt and rip it open, causing the buttons to spray all over the elevator.

As the doors close, I smash my mouth to his. Without breaking the kiss, he reaches down to the slit in my dress and tears the whole fucking thing from bottom to top without giving it a second thought, leaving me completely exposed.

He lifts me and I wrap my legs around him. Pushing me against the wall, he grinds himself on my bare pussy the entire ride up. I can feel the massive bump of his tip, even through his pants.

The doors ping our arrival at his penthouse, and he rushes us inside, his lips never leaving mine. Our lips andtongues duel like we can’t get enough of each other. We can’t.

Our mouths are fused together. His hands roam my body, anxious to touch every inch of me. Mine do the same to him. I’m so ravenous for this man.

When we reach his bedroom, he places my bare feet on the ground. I suppose I lost my shoes somewhere along the way. I don’t even remember.

Breaking our lips apart, he pants, “Get on that bed completely naked. Spread your legs wide so I can see your pretty pussy drip for me. I’ll be right back.”

“You’re leaving?”

He slaps my pussy so fucking hard. I think my eyes cross in pleasure. Why does that turn me on so much?

“Who’s in charge, sunshine?”

I pant, “You are.”

“Have I ever let you down?”

I shake my head. “No. Never.” He always takes my body to places it’s never been before.

“Lay down and do as you’re told.”

He walks out of the room. I quickly discard my shredded dress and lay down on the bed with my legs wide open, as instructed.

I’m there for several minutes. Where the hell is he? What is he doing?

My question is answered about a minute later when my every fantasy comes to life. I breathe, “Holy. Fucking. Shit.”

LaytonfuckingLancaster, the official king of the castle, walks back into the bedroom in a full Captain America costume. I almost come on the spot. I can feel my clit beating in rhythm with my heart. Pulsating. Throbbing. Dripping.

He went all in. It looks like it came from the movie set. Knowing him, it probably did.

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