Page 21 of Playboy

He fists his shaft and looks down at it. “It’s fucking beautiful, isn’t it?”

Normally when a man asks me to compliment his dick, I take it as my cue to leave. Instead, I find myself pushing up off the bed and stepping closer.

“It really is.”

The urge to drop to my knees and take the piercing—a barbell that goes straight through his head vertically—into my mouth is powerful. I want to roll my tongue over both ends of the barbell. I want to hear him hiss in pleasure and pain when I tease him with it.

And then I want to experience it for real. Deep inside me while I ride him.

Because an apadravya is for the female’s pleasure.

Of course he’d choose this specific piercing. He’s such a fucking playboy.

As I continue exploring it from a distance, need drips between my thighs. Damn, I’m in for a treat tonight.

“Can I touch it?” I reach out, though I pause inches away, waiting for permission.

Head bowed, he gives it a shake. “Let me eat you first. I want you soaking the sheets and then my face. Then maybe I’ll allow you to please me.”

The heat low in my belly ignites. Am I really going to beg him to let me please him?

You better fucking believe it.

“Please, Daniel. Just one little lick?”

With a hissed curse, he squeezes his eyes shut. “How can I deny you?”

“You can’t.” Grinning wickedly, I drop to my knees and tilt my head back. From here, I get a true understanding of just how big his dick is. Just the sight makes my mouth water. “Want to know a secret, Baby Hall?”

Jaw hard, he nods.

“I love sucking cock. Almost as much as I love riding a man’s face. Are you going to let me do both of those things? Will you let me sit on your face until I come so hard I squirt all over you?”

He drops his head and groans, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “And she’s got a filthy mouth. Fuck, how am I ever going to get over you?”

Laughing, I lift a shoulder. “Not my problem.” Then, without another second of hesitation, I wrap my fingers around his dick. The warmth of him, the smoothness of his skin make me sigh. When I roll my thumb over the new piercing, he practically sings.

“Fuck, Hannah. Fuck, that feels—shit, put your tongue on it right the fuck now.”

I push closer and do just that. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to deep throat him. I’d choke on the piercing alone. Forget the size of him. But god do I love a challenge.

Fingers buried in my hair, he thrusts just a bit deeper. Instantly my nipples pebble and I let out a moan that matches his. I’m so turned on; there’s no way I won’t be crashing over the edge in minutes once we get going. I roll my tongue around his head, playing with his piercing, then lapping at it, sucking hard.

His hold on my hair tightens, then he tugs my head back. “Fuck this. I need to taste you.”

In one quick move, he’s got his arms under mine, and he tosses me onto the bed. Then he’s jumping after me, pushing my thighs apart and sucking my clit.

“Oh fuck, yes. Be a good boy and yup, right there. Oh shit.” I don’t even try to keep my voice down. I’ve never shied away from telling a man what I want, and that’s not going to change now.

With a hand on his head, I keep him right where I need him, and he eagerly sucks like he’s never tasted something so sweet.

He rolls his hips in time with his sucking, pressing his pelvis against the mattress like he could get off just from doing this.

“You like that, Baby Hall? Like eating my pussy?”

Tugging his head back, I flip over. And without instruction, he follows so he’s on his back. When I’m sitting on his face, I take control, riding him like he’s my own bull.

Daniel grabs my ass and squeezes, and in seconds, I’m coming all over his mouth and chin.

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