Page 22 of Playboy

“Yes, lap that up. Drink like the filthy boy you are. You love this, don’t you?”

As I come down, he keeps up his ministrations, his licking slowing along with my heartbeat, but even once I’ve stopped, he keeps going, savoring me, humming and groaning in pleasure.

When I can breathe deeply again, I crawl forward and drop onto my elbows, sticking my ass out.

“Get a condom and fuck me.”

“Hannah.”

“No glove, no love,” I say with a smirk over my shoulder.

He shakes his head. “I didn’t plan for this.”

With a huff, I drop my head between my shoulders. “There’s a condom in my purse over on the dresser. You did plan this. Own it. I know I fucking will.”

When he doesn’t immediately move, I peer back at him. He’s standing at the foot of the bed, staring at me. A heartbeat later,thank fuck, he shakes himself from his stupid stupor and backs away.

Thank fuck. For a moment I was worried he’d really convinced himself this is more than sex. Now he’s thinking like me. Finally, I’m going to feel that massive, beautiful cock inside me.

When the bed finally dips with his weight, I sigh in relief.

His warm hand presses against the small of my back, and he hovers close so his lips are at my ear. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure that if you don’t rearrange my insides, I’m going to cry.”

The mattress shakes as he laughs, but then he’s lining up and sliding inside me.

“Holy fuck,” we cry in unison.

“You feel—this is…fuck, Hannah.”

I press back into him, taking more of his length. I swear I feel him all the way to my throat. “That’s it. Fuck me, Daniel. Fuck me so good.”

With each thrust, he rocks perfectly against my insides, his piercing reaching parts of me I didn’t know existed. It’s so good. Exquisite, really. Maybe the best I’ve ever had, and it only gets better when he brings his fingers to my clit and rubs methodical circles.

“Come on, dream girl. Come for me. Squeeze my cock and make this the best night of my life.”

I teeter on the edge of orgasm, my body buzzing, my head floating. An instant before I’m certain I’ll shatter, Daniel sniffles. The tiny sound distracts me enough to keep me from hurtling into the abyss.

Eyes closed, I focus on the sensation as he continues to play, and instantly, my body coils tighter, the heat in my core ratcheting up. But then there’s another sniffle, and the wave ebbs.

The third time it happens, Daniel’s sniffle is followed by a grunt. “I need you to come.”

Me fucking too.

But I just…can’t. Maybe I need to see him. Maybe watching him fuck me will be enough to push me into oblivion. I crawl forward and flip onto my back, legs spread wide.

As if reading my mind, he loops his arms around my thighs and slides right back inside me. He’s returned to his painstaking rhythm, and my core is tightening again when he locks eyes with me. That’s when I see it. The sheen on his cheeks. The wetness that pools beneath his lids.

“Are you…crying?” My stomach sinks.

“Just ignore it,” he pants as he wipes at a literal tear rolling down his face.

Heart lurching, I grasp his forearms. “Daniel…”

“Don’t, baby. Don’t use that sweet voice, or I’m going to—” He clenches his jaw, and his movements grow jerky. “Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.”

He’s clearly not talking to me, though he might as well be, because there’s no fucking chance I will now.

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