Page 107 of Play Pretend

“Fucking hell,” I rasped. “Who knew you liked to talk so much?” He laughed again, this one darker, deeper. Like he was amused at the torture he was inflicting on me.

He continued teasing me, moving from my entrance to my clit until I was a shaky, desperate mess.

“Please,” I begged.

“Please what, baby? What do you want?”

“Touch me?—”

“Iamtouching you.” For emphasis, he pressed down on my clit, and I cried out, pressing my face into the pillow to muffle the sounds falling from my lips. “What do you want, Willow?”

“For you to be inside me,” I rasped, the words morphing into one breath.

I felt him smile against my neck as he pressed two thick fingers inside me. The stretch was almost painful, but it feltsofucking good. My nails dug into his arm as he pushed even deeper, then curled them.

“Oh my god,” I breathed. “Oh mygod.”

His thumb moved to my clit, and stars flashed in my vision. Back and forth. Back and forth. It was too much—his fingers rubbing against my G-spot, his thumb on my clit. He plucked my nipple with his other hand, pinching and twisting until I was a mess.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn't think.

All I could do wasfeeleverything he was doing to me.

“I love those little sounds you make,” he said, his voice rumbling through his chest. He dragged his nose along my neck, inhaling softly. “Let me hear you, baby. Let the whole world hear you.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. Not when he moved faster,harder. My orgasm teetered on the edge, my body coiling tighter.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Such a good girl. Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my fingers.”

I cried out as my orgasm blasted through me. I tried to close my legs, but he kept them wide open. His fingers never stopped moving—he never stopped pulling every ounce of pleasure from my body.

It took me a minute to come back down, and when I did, his hand was out from between my legs, and he was pressing gentle,lingering kisses along my neck. He smoothed his hand over my waist, like he was trying to calm me.

“That was?—”

“Amazing,” he finished. I pressed my hips back, feeling his long, thick cock harder than it was before. I licked my lips, my body ready for more. “We don’t have to do anything else tonight.”

My teeth sank into my lower lip. “But what if I want to?”

willow

Silence filled the room. He had to know this was where we were headed, right? But Ronan was always so careful, of course he’d want to take things slow.

I just didn’t realize his level ofslowwould be a snail’s pace.

I rolled over to face him. The low light coming in through the open bedroom door reflected in his eyes as he stared at me.

“Are you sure?” he breathed. Reaching up, he tucked my hair behind my ear. “I’m not expecting anything.”

Without a word, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his. He was still for a moment, like he was scared to move. But then I ran my tongue along the seam of his lips, and it was like opening a cage.

His fingers dove into my hair, and he gently gripped the strands as he rolled me onto my back. He hovered above me, just like he had the other day on the beach. I spread my legs, and he slotted between them like he was made to be there.

My body trembled with each roll of his hips against my sensitive core, the aching need building inside me again. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back.

“I want to taste you, but I’m about to explode,” he rasped against my lips.

“Next time.” I dragged my fingers through his hair and tugged on the ends, smiling at the sound he made. “Do you have a condom?”

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