Page 148 of The Wrong Play

Already lost.

His tongue flicked over my clit, gentle, teasing, before sucking it into his mouth, and I nearly came off the bed.

“You’re a god at this,” I gasped, immediately embarrassed that those words had come out of my mouth.

Jace laughed against me, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure spiraling through me. “I preferJace, but I’ll take it.”

I barely had time to glare at him before he buried his face deeper, licking and sucking with slow, torturous precision, his hands gripping my hips to keep me from squirming.

“Jace—” My voice broke on his name, my thighs trembling against his shoulders.

He growled, deep and low, like my voice alone could unravel him.

“Yeah, Riley-girl. Just like that.”

He slid one finger inside me, slow and deep, curling just right, and I gasped, my hips jerking, desperate for more, more, more.

“Jace, please?—”

“I got you, babycakes,” he promised, adding another finger, his tongue working my clit in tight, perfect circles, pushing me higher…

Until I shattered.

My body arched, my hands flying to his hair, my mouth falling open on a strangled cry.

Jace groaned against me, licking me through it, dragging it out until I was trembling, spent, barely able to breathe.

Only then did he pull back, his lips slick, his eyes burning as he crawled up my body.

He kissed me slowly, letting me taste myself on his tongue, like he wanted me to know exactly how much he loved wrecking me.

I clutched his face, pulling him closer, needing to feel all of him, needing him to take me completely.

“I need you,” I whispered, my voice raw with desperation, my nails sinking into his shoulders as his thick length throbbed against my stomach through his sweats.

Jace groaned, the sound dark and wrecked, his forehead pressing against mine as he shoved his pants down, his cock springing free, hot and heavy as he dragged the tip along my slick heat and lined himself up with agonizing precision.

“You sure, baby?”

I nodded.

He exhaled, a shaky, reverent sound.

And then?—

He pushed inside me, sinking into me inch by inch, until there was nothing left between us.

I gasped as I drowned in the feeling of him.

“Fuck, Riley,” he groaned against my mouth. “I’ll never get enough.”

He stilled, his body taut with restraint as he gave me a second to adjust to the enormous shaft that had just taken over my insides.

I kissed him, slow and deep, rolling my hips up, a silent plea for more—needing him, needing this. My fingers curled against his back, pressing him closer, desperate for the friction, the heat, the overwhelming sensation of him.

“Move, Jace,” I whispered against his lips, my voice breathless, needy.

And he did.

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