Page 89 of The Way We Play


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“That’s it.” She gasps, the tension in her forehead starting to relax. “It’s there.”

Her body moves beneath me, and I realize she’s rocking her hips. She’s meeting my thrusts, and I loosen the reins a bit.

“Tell me if I need to stop.”

She shakes her head, holding my shoulders and bucking her hips. “Don’t stop.”

My hands are behind her shoulders as I thrust a bit harder, a little deeper, and she gasps. Her arms go around my neck, and our bare bodies fit together perfectly.

Her knees bend, and we rock, thrusting and groaning, moving faster. A bead of sweat traces along my temple, and I’m lost in this place, this sensation, this beautiful woman. It’s so much. It’s so good. It’s never been like this. She’s mine.

Pleasure surges up my legs, tightening my ass, jerking through my cock, and I can’t hold back anymore.

“I’m coming…” My jaw is tight, and I feel my cock pulsing deep. “Rachel…”

I’m still thrusting and holding, giving her another long stroke as the orgasm shakes my muscles, my stomach, my arms.

She keeps moving, riding my cock until she holds with a little shudder. “Oh!”

Through my own haze of orgasm I shift to the side, slipping my hand between us and stroking the side of my thumb up and down over her clit until she’s jerking more and wailing louder.

I give her another deep thrust, and a smile splits her cheeks. “Yes!” She gasps, and I do it again until she starts to giggle. “Stop! It’s too much.”

A smile splits my cheeks. “That’s too much?”

Her eyes are closed, and she’s nodding, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and placing her face against my neck. She kisses my skin, tracing her tongue along my throat, and I roll us to the side, pulling her completely to me, cradling her in my arms.

She’s amazing, my beautiful girl. This girl who gave me everything. She’s mine.

A deep sense of satisfaction washes over me, and I can’t believe it. I haven’t felt this calm in years.

18

Rachel

“What does it mean to not pay attention to music?” The low vibration of Zane’s voice tickles my cheek.

I’ve been dozing a little since hemade me a woman. A laugh snorts through my nose, both at that ridiculous thought and at his disgusted tone.

“Poor Sam.” I lift my head and rest my chin on my hand as I gaze up at this beautiful man.

“Poor Sam?” His brow lowers over his pretty blue eyes. “Sam Allen is an imbecile.”

“He is not! Sam is nice.”

Those blue eyes fix on mine fiercely. “Are you interested in him?”

“What?” My eyes widen, and I’m about to laugh louder.

Instead, I switch gears.

“Yes.” I nod, rolling onto my back and pulling the sheet under my arms. “I was thinking about giving him a call and seeing what he’s up tothis weekend.”

“Just try it.” Zane rolls towards me, gripping my waist in both hands and making me scream a laugh.

“Okay! Okay! I was only playing.” I laugh some more as he pulls me into his arms.

My back is snug against his chest, and I trace my finger down the line of a tattoo on his forearm. I think about the last time I was in the cocoon of his arms.

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