Page 156 of The Playboy

“You just have to get through this part, and it’ll get better.” I paused once I got past my crown. “Are you okay?”

“Keep going.”

She was fighting through the pain—I could see it on her face.

But what I was feeling was the opposite.

Her ass was even snugger than her fucking cunt.

And the way it was feeling, I knew it wasn’t going to take much to make me come.

“Hang in there. I’m halfway.” I stilled again, allowing her to get used to the intrusion, for her to widen around me. And then I moved a bit more, the final few inches until I couldn’t go any farther. “You have all of me.”

Her head hung back, her neck exposed, but this time, I didn’t hear any moans.

“Brooklyn, I need to know you’re okay.”

Her head gradually straightened, and when our eyes met, she nodded.

“Give it a few more seconds.” I rubbed my thumb over her clit and instantly saw the change in her face. The way her lips opened. The way her eyes were no longer as wide and filled with an ache. “You like that?”

She didn’t respond; she just stared.

She breathed.

And I could feel the moment when her body let out the pressure and she was no longer choking my shaft.

As I strummed her clit, I tilted my hips back and began to pull out toward my tip. “Talk to me. Tell me how this feels.”

Her lips were parted, her chest rising much faster than before. “I … don’t know what’s happening.”

I touched her pussy, my finger meeting a whole new wave of wetness, and my question was suddenly answered. “That’s because you’ve never had this, so you don’t know what it can do to you.” I waited for a few more dives and said, “It doesn’t hurt like it did, does it?”

She shook her head.

“And it’s even starting to feel fucking good.”

“Yes.” Her teeth scraped her lip. “Macon …”

Oh, yes, it was definitely starting to feel good.

But for her first time, I wasn’t going to make this last longer than it needed to. I wanted her to experience the pleasure of anal and not be afraid of it. I wanted to hear her, one day, beg for my cock in her ass.

And for that to happen, I needed to end this sooner than later.

So, my hand focused solely on her clit, grazing it horizontally, keeping it wet and stimulated, rotating the top in a circle. With my dick, I gave her long, deep strokes, letting her take in the whole length of me, goading her body toward an orgasm.

But it didn’t take more than a few pumps before mine began to brew.

I couldn’t hold it off.

I couldn’t even attempt to fight it.

Not with her this tight.

“You’re going to make me come,” I roared.

The look on her face told me the same thing was happening inside her, and so did the way her clit had tightened into a hard bud.

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