Page 31 of The Wrong Play

Her eyes snapped to mine, honey colored and blazing, her lips swollen from my kisses. “I want you. Fuck, I’m yours,” she gasped in a breaking voice, her hands sliding down my neck, nails scraping, leaving red trails I’d wear like a badge. That was it—I thrust in—hard, deep, all the way, burying myself in her until our hips slammed together, the counter rattling under us.

“I own every damn inch of you, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you until I’m carved in your bones.”

A hitched sob burst from her mouth, and she froze, her breath stuttering as she blinked at me, obviously dealing with the consequences of having…a lot…stuffed inside her at the moment.

“Fuck. Yes,” I groaned, loud and raw, my hands gripping her thighs, fingers bruising as I held her there, feeling her pulse around me, tight and wet and mine. She cried out my name again, a jagged sound that echoed off the tiles, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper like she couldn’t get enough. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” I muttered roughly, kissing her hard…messy. Our tongues clashed together as I started moving—slow at first, dragging out every inch, feeling her tremble, then slamming back in, hard and fast, the rhythm wild and primal.

Her hands moved back under my shirt, clawing at my skin as she rocked with me, meeting every thrust, her moans spilling out, loud, unrestrained, bouncing off the walls.

“So good,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her head falling back again, hair sticking to the mirror, wild and tangled, and I grinned smugly, loving how she was unraveling under me, how she was giving it all up for me.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, taking me like this, all mine,” I growled, my voice thick, possessive, one hand sliding up her stomach, under her dress, shoving it higher until her bra peeked out…black lace that barely held her in.

I yanked it down, her breasts spilling free, her nipples hard and pink, and I ducked, sucking one into my mouth, my tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch, a high whine tearing from her throat. “Nobody else. Say it, baby,” I muttered against her skin, thrusting deeper, the counter creaking as we moved.

“Yours. Fuck. Yours,” she moaned in a shattered voice, her hips bucking against me as she chased her pleasure, her handsfisting my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. I groaned into her skin, sucking harder, leaving a red mark as my fingers found her clit. It was wet and swollen as I rubbed fast, tight circles that made her shake.

“Please, please, please,” she cried, loud and desperate, her body clenching around me, so tight and hot I might die of pleasure.

The handle rattled again, more insistent this time, like whoever was on the other side wasn’t planning on giving up anytime soon. I clenched my jaw, every muscle in my body wound tight.

I dragged my lips up the column of her neck, my own breath shaky. “You gotta be quieter, babycakes,” I murmured, trying for a warning but landing somewhere between desperate and amused.

She nodded, but then I shifted my hips, and she let out this quiet little gasp that went straight to my fucking head.

I growled, thrusting deeper, the counter rocking, her ass sliding with every hit, her breath hitching as she broke—hard, loud, her orgasm squeezing me so tight I nearly lost it.

Her head thrashed, banging the mirror, her moans echoing rawly around us. I kept thrusting, dragging it out, feeling her tremble, her thighs quaking around me. “That’s it, baby, come again for me,” I rasped in a rough voice as I kissed her neck, licking the sweat off her pulse, my fingers relentless as I continued to push her higher.

She gasped my name again, her hands slipping, scratching down my back, leaving more marks I’d no doubt feel tomorrow, and the only word that could describe me at the moment was…feral. Her breath hitched, a second wave building, and I could feel it—her tightening, her moans turning to whimpers, high and needy.

“Such a sweet, tight pussy,” I purred, kissing her throat, licking the sweat from her skin as I sucked another mark. My fingers were relentless, pushing her higher, her moans turning to whimpers, oversensitive and perfect.

“Jace,” she begged, her hips grinding against me, and I smirked, gripping her tighter as I squeezed her ass, lifting her just enough to angle deeper.

Hitting that spot that made her eyes roll back.

“Yes. Right there,” she gasped, loud and ragged, her nails finally digging in enough to draw blood. I groaned, low and guttural, the sting mixing with the heat and driving me wild.

“Look at you,” I rasped thickly, watching her—dress rucked up, bra shoved down, skin flushed and slick—taking me like she was born for it. “So fucking sexy.”

I thrust harder, slow and deep, then fast, relentless, her moans a melody I’d kill to keep, her body trembling, clenching, pulling me in tight. My hand slid up her spine, and I gripped her hair, pulling her head back until her throat was bared, kissing it and sucking hard, marking her again so she was red, raw…mine.

Her cries echoed around the room, her body shaking, a second orgasm crashing through her, harder, louder, her cry bouncing off the tiles, her thighs clamping around me, squeezing so tight I could barely move. “That’s it, give it to meagain,” I growled, thrusting through it, feeling her pulse around me, wet and hot, dragging it out until she was whimpering, oversensitive, her hands slipping on my shoulders.

Her second climax was even greater; I groaned as I thrust through it, feeling her pulse around me, and my rhythm faltered. My balls tightened as the heat coiled fast. I slammed in one last time, spilling inside her, hot and thick, my groan bouncing off the tiles, my hands clutching her hips until my knuckles ached, marking her with every pulse…every shudder.

We stayed there, panting, tangled, sweat dripping, the counter creaking under us, the bathroom thick with heat—her scent, mine, and sex. I pulled out in a slow, wet glide, and she gasped, soft and wrecked, her legs still trembling around me. I turned her, giving her another messy, hard, possessive kiss, claiming every inch of her mouth.

“You’re mine,” I muttered again roughly, smiling against her lips because I’d never felt more happy in my entire life.

My hands roamed over her hips, her ass, pulling her against me, the counter digging into her thighs. Her dress was a wreck, bunched up, her bra half-off, and her breasts bare. I was still half-hard, still wanting, and I cupped her breast, my thumb brushing her nipple until she whimpered, soft and needy.

I slid two fingers inside her, unable to stop myself. Loving the feel of my cum mixed with hers, how she clenched around my fingers…how her moan vibrated through me. She gripped my shoulders, her breath hitching as I curled my fingers, hitting that spot again relentlessly.

“I can’t—” she gasped rawly, her head falling forward until her forehead was pressed to mine, her breath hot on my lips as she broke again, a soft, sharp, third wave.

Her moan was a whisper now, wrecked andmine. I grinned, kissing her slow and deep, tasting her gasps. My fingers were still lazily sliding in and out of her slick, warm heat, smearing her thigh as I held her there, pinned against the counter, the bathroom a haze of heat andus.

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