Page 154 of The Playboy

It made me rear my hips back and plunge into her.

“Fuck.” I took a breath and increased my speed. “I can’t get over how tight you are.”

A kind of narrowness that, within a few pumps, I could easily come.

But that wasn’t happening yet.

First, I needed her screams to fill my ears.

“How do you constantly know just what I want?” Her nails left me, and she hitched herself up higher, crossing her arms over my shoulders as she began to move with me.

“Because I can feel it.” The short hairs above my dick were grazing her clit each time I slid in and out. “Because I know your body.” I bit her lip. “Because nothing makes me feel better than making you come.”

As I went faster, her hand shot into my hair, pulling the strands. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You do.”

“But no one deserves to feel this good.”

I exhaled across her mouth. “Then, we’re both fucked because that’s what your cunt does to me every time I’m inside it.”

“I make you feel good?”

“Yes,” I roared.

“Show me.”

I had a feeling she was using my words to increase the build happening within her.

I could feel it by the way she was tightening, her wetness getting thicker.

But I also knew that words could be a sexy part of foreplay, and since I hadn’t given her my mouth tonight, I was verbally licking her instead. Each one of those word-licks was getting her closer to the fucking edge.

An edge she couldn’t come back from.

But there was something else that would send her there even faster, which was the twisting of my hips and a sharper power in my thrusts.

“Ohhh!” she gasped when she felt it.

The combination was what did it for her.

Was what made her narrow, to the point where she was milking my fucking dick.

Where she was screaming, “Macon,” directly next to my ear.

Where she was shuddering against my body, her stomach full of waves, fingers full of tension, throat full of moans, riding out the orgasm.

“Ahhh!” She drew in air. “Yes!”

“Fuck me,” I growled as soon as she stilled. “Knowing I can make you come like that—and that quickly—is the best feeling in the world.”

She panted in my neck. “I don’t remember how to breathe.”

“I’ll breathe for you.”

I pulled her off the wall and walked her toward the bed, where I laid her across the mattress, adjusting her position until her head was on a pillow.

“You’re going to have to trust me.”

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