Page 113 of Playboy

“What the fuck is the point if you don’t ejaculate?” War demands.

I swear to god the entire restaurant goes silent.

Down the table, Lennox and Sara perk up.

“What now?” Sara asks.

“Tyler,” Ava hisses, her cheeks a bright shade of red. “Donotsay ejaculate.”

He smirks at his wife. “Yeah, scratch at me, Vicious. You know I love it when you get angry.”

Poor Ava sighs and shakes her head. “I’m eight months pregnant. What more could you want with me?”

He looks directly into my eyes, his blue irises icy. “I want to fill you with my cum. Because that’s what I do when we have sex. I ejaculate.”

My body shudders so violently I almost fall off my chair. Swallowing back bile, I steady myself. “Don’t look at me when you say those words.”

Holy fucking shit. Did I die? Am I in hell?

The pressure in my dick immediately deflates a fraction, and for a second, I’m actually almost thankful for the man beside me. The one I’ll never look in the eye again. Because for the first time in a solid forty minutes, I feel relief.

That sensation vanishes quickly, though, when Hannah laughs in my ear and sets the toy to a pulse setting.

Back to rock fucking hard, I groan and drop my head against hers. I’m losing the battle here. And her fucking smell doesn’t help. Neither does the way I know she’ll taste. “Fuck,” I curse as I squeeze my eyes tight, fighting the impending disaster with everything I’ve got.

“Oh my god!” Sara slams a hand to the table, making all the cutlery rattle. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”

You can say that again. I’m focused so intently on my dick I can’t speak.

The pulsing stops. The vibrating stops. Fuck. Also, thank the hockey gods I didn’t just come in my pants.

“What?” I think that’s Lennox responding. My brain is too scattered to be sure.

“He’s wearing it, isn’t he?” Sara shouts.

My eyes snap open.

“Oh my god. You totally are, aren’t you?”

“What are you talking about, crazy girl?” Brooks squeezes her shoulder to center her. The girl needs that type of grounding every once in a while.

Lennox snorts. “He’s not.”

Noah frowns, his focus fixed on me. “What’s she talking about?”

Hannah opens her mouth, but before she can speak, I slap a hand over it and bring my mouth to her ear. “I love you, baby, but if you tell your brother I’m wearing a goddamn cock ring right now, I’ll kill you.”

The table erupts in laughter and questions while I beg the floor beneath me to open up and swallow me whole.

Fuck. My. Life.

Four hours.Four fucking hours. She’s had me locked in her bedroom, chained to the bed, fucking me through one orgasm after another. I never thought I’d wish a sexual encounter was over. Never thought I’d be seeking the sweet relief of this pie right now, but fuck, my dick hurts.

I stare at it, really stare at it, and consider what I’m so damn tempted to do.

It’s Hannah’s birthday pie. This could be grounds for murder.

She deserves this chocolate cream pie.

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