Page 82 of Playboy

With a laugh, I break away so she can yank the fabric over my head. “Way to make a guy feel special.”

“I’ll make you feel special. I’ll make you feel so special your eyes roll to the back of your head,” she teases as she drops onto her knees and pushes my thighs apart.

I bury a hand in her hair and tug gently. “What are you doing, dream girl? I should be on my knees for you.”

Brows waggling, she grins. “We’re going to work on your stamina.”

She’s already tugging on my shorts, so I lift my hips to make it easier. “And how are we going to do that?”

“I’m going to blow you until you’re seconds from coming, then you’re going to stop me.”

“That sounds like an awful idea.” My tone is all tease as I give my cock a firm tug and brush the head over her lips. She wants to teach me how to last longer, and there’s no way in hell I’ll stop her. She knows what she’s talking about. My fucking Calliope.

She purses her lips and literally blows warm air against the head of my dick. I let out a rough exhale at the tingling sensation coursing up my spine. And when she flicks her tongue over my crown, taunting me, I resist the urge to force her mouth open wide.

She cups my balls and squeezes, focus fixed on my face. “It will be incredible. Because, eventually, you’ll have the ability to orgasm multiple times, just like me.” With a long lick up my shaft, she finally takes me into her mouth.

I slump back, my head bumping against the window, eyes closed. “That’s the dream, Hannah. You are a fucking dream.”

She hums around me, the vibrations sending electricity straight to my balls. I ease up straight again so I can watch her. Hannah’s blow jobs are a performance art. She doesn’t just suck. She fondles and deep throats. She hums and moans. She jacks me and then squeezes, and when I signal that I’m close, she holds me at the precipice. Over and over, she does it until I’m panting and begging.

“You’re such a good boy.” She licks my sac and sucks my balls into her mouth. It’s heavenly. Euphoric. Transcendent.

Until she falls back, leaving me hard, aching, ready to burst.

On instinct, I reach for my dick, desperate to ease the ache, but she bats my hand away.

“Don’t touch.”

“Fuck, baby. I don’t know if I can?—”

She tugs her shorts off and spreads her thighs, and goddamn, I fall to my knees, crawling to get to her, my mouth watering. My aching dick all but forgotten.

“I need to touch you,” I plead, holding myself back until she gives me permission.

She spreads herself with two fingers, unabashedly showing off that gorgeous, drenched pink flesh. “You’ve been a good boy. You can eat now.”

Just like she taught me through her column, I lick and suck until she’s a puddle, crying out for me to fuck her. When I finally slide inside her, still avoiding either of the fucking beds, we let out matching sighs.

“I could live inside you,” I tell her, thrusting slowly. Each time I pull back, she tightens her thighs, bringing me closer, as if she can’t stand the distance.

“Daniel,” she moans. Gripping the hair at my nape, she pulls me in for a kiss. Our mouths stay fused like that until I’m once again on the precipice. She’s writhing and panting like she’s right there with me.

Before I can plunge in again, she pulls back, and I have to fight the whimper that rolls up my throat.

“Please, dream girl,” I pant. “Please let me come.”

With her eyes fixed on the space where we’re joined, she gasps. “Do it, Daniel. I want to watch you pulse as you empty inside me. I want you to fuck me so good I could get pregnant again. Fill me up and don’t you dare let a drop escape.”

Fuck. This woman. The need to see my release dripping from her spurs me on. I piston my hips, quickening my pace until I’m unloading every ounce of pleasure inside her. And when I pull back and admire the way my length is coated in a mixture of both of us, I can’t fight the urge to thrust back inside her, pushing it all back in.

“Yes,” she yells, her voice hoarse.

Every nerve ending in my cock sparks.Fuck. The pleasure is almost unbearable. I pull out and replace my cock with my fingers, pushing my cum back inside her. Finding the exact angle my girl needs, I curl my fingers, hitting that magic spot, kissing her through her orgasm. I keep kissing her, and I don’t stop, even as the kisses become softer, more affectionate rather than passionate. I kiss her because I can’t pull away. Then I lift her up and set her on the bed closest to the bathroom while I run a bath for her.

We spend the afternoon soaking in the tub, talking and getting to know one another even better. She tells me about every town she lived in growing up. We talk about the townswe’ve both traveled to with our respective teams, comparing our favorite sights, discovering that we like a lot of the same restaurants and bars. Each time the water cools enough to become slightly uncomfortable, she turns on the hot water with her toes, and we drain a little of the cold out.

By the time we emerge, the sun is dipping behind the mountain.

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