Page 44 of Play the Part (Marsford Bay #2)

HUXLEY

I wake up the next morning to a trail of languid kisses up my neck. Busy hands explore down my stomach until one wraps around my cock over my briefs. I groan, eyes still closed, as I reach down and press her hand harder into my thickening shaft, lifting my hips with the pressure.

Opening my eyes, I flip Connie onto her back and pin her to the bed, letting out a long, pleased hum as I roll my hips into hers.

“Morning, baby,” I rasp, smirking down at her.

She smiles, gaze soft, and sleep-mussed hair crowning her head on the pillow.

“Morning, baby,” she parrots back as she pulls me into a kiss with a hand to the back of my neck.

She wraps a leg around my waist, her free hand traveling down my back, then slipping under my briefs to squeeze a handful of my ass. I moan into her mouth, pressing my hard cock between her legs. Biting her bottom lip, I pull on it before deepening the kiss once more.

It doesn’t take long before the heat between us ramps up, our movements turning rushed and impatient. Pulling away, I get on my knees and lean back onto my heels, my fingers hooking on the bottom of her t-shirt. But she beats me to it, ripping the shirt off in one quick swoop.

With her darkening bedroom eyes on me, she lifts her hips and quickly takes off her panties. I tug my briefs down, fisting my cock as I watch her slowly drop her knees open, baring herself to me.

Goddamn.

What a fucking sight.

I can tell by the way she’s staring back at me and how her chest is heaving up and down that she’s craving me as much as I am her. We wordlessly agree that we’ll have time for foreplay another day but right now the need is a hunger that can only be satiated by me fucking her.

I reach over to the bedside table for a condom, but Connie stops me with a hand on my arm.

“I’m on the pill.”

My gaze slides back to her, the implication of what she just said ringing loudly in my ears.

I’m choking on my own lust when I reply, “Are you sure?”

She smirks, and god it’s so fucking sexy. “I’m good.” She pauses, studying me. “Are you ?”

I sit back on my heels, my gaze now devouring hers as my hands crawl up her open legs. Digging my fingers into the meat of her thighs, I drag her closer to me. Her laugh is dark and daring. She’s enjoying every second of this.

I fall on one forearm, her face now close to mine as I run the head of my cock up and down her warm, wet slit, her back arching with the sensation.

“I’ve never fucked anyone bare before,” I say with a teasing smirk.

I’m acting confident but fuck , the feel of her without any barrier is more than I can take. There’s no way I can ever go back, and I’m not even inside her yet.

Connie’s pleased hum turns into a moan as her eyes lock with mine. “Yeah?” she says with a curl of her lip.

Her hand slips between us, reaching for my shaft, making me circle her clit with the head of my cock, and we both moan with the feeling.

“Yeah,” I answer, my voice chock-full with need.

She lifts her hips again while guiding me to her entrance, her mouth moving up close to my ear, running her tongue over my earlobe.

“What a good boy,” she whispers.

I nearly lose myself as I sink deep into her cunt, her words heightening the feeling ten-fold. I whimper into the crook of her neck, my cock throbbing with mind-shattering pleasure.

“ Fuck baby ,” I cry out as I rock my hips, pumping in and out of her perfect cunt with a steady rhythm.

She answers with a moan, her nails clawing at my back, then says breathlessly, “I love how perfect you fit me.”

I lift my head and look into her eyes, knowing she’s witnessing the awe written across my face. The complete rapture I’m experiencing of having her like this.

I fuck her hard.

And kiss her even harder.

While our lips and tongues clash together—desperate, starving—I feel her fingers glide through her arousal, slipping around the base of my cock, then back up to her clit.

Flinging one of her legs around my waist, I deepen the angle and break our kiss, needing to look at her. Needing to watch her come undone under me.

Hot breaths against parted lips. Sweat glistening on her bouncing breasts. Flush crawling up her chest and neck. Wide eyes filled with lust and pleasure.

I feel so fucking alive, it hurts. The good kind of hurt. The hurt that leaves me aching for more. That has my heart beating hard in my chest, demanding this never, ever ends.

The urge to blurt out to Connie that I’m in love with her, again, is on the tip of my tongue. It stings my tastebuds, demanding to be spoken. But I swallow it back down.

“Oh my god,” Connie pants. The sound of her voice snaps me back to reality. She pushes her head into the pillow, eyes closed, and brows furrowed. “I’m so close.”

I let out a pleased groan and slide my hand up her throat, wrapping it around her jaw. “I love witnessing you like this.”

Her eyes snap open, breath puffing out in small, needy moans every time I sink back into her. I can feel her near the edge, her pussy squeezing my cock harder and harder the closer she gets.

Her voice is strained but dreamy when she speaks, as if lost between here and there. “You better come inside of me.” She says it as a threat, her pupils blown wide as she stares back at me with unadulterated fire and desire.

Lust zips down my spine as I laugh low and dark.

“Oh, baby,” I say with a wicked grin. “As if I were planning anything else.” I kiss her like I want to eat her alive before pinning her with my stare. “I want you full of me.”

My words trigger her orgasm, her mouth falling open on a moan so potent I feel it in my fucking bones. I follow right behind, pinning her down with my hips as I’m blinded by my climax, coming in hot, rapid spurts deep inside her.

Trying to keep most of my weight off her, I drop my head to her shoulder.

We fall silent, both catching our breaths.

“That was …” I start to say, my head still in the crook of her neck.

“Fucking amazing,” she says with a sigh, her hands caressing up and down my back.