Page 46 of The Playboy

“Yes. Like that …”

What I’d learned over the years was that women didn’t have to be experts at giving head. What made them good was their desire to want to do it. And Brooklyn sucked my dick like she lived for it.

Like this was the only thing she wanted in this world.

And watching her—fuck.

A vision so damn hot, especially when she pulled back and licked around the edge and across the center, lapping the small bead of pre-cum that had just leaked out for her.

She stared at me as she took it in her mouth.

And swallowed.

“My fucking queen,” I roared. “Take it. Make it yours.”

And she did.

She glided down without even gagging, swirling her hand and mouth along the stiff peak, closing in around me before she drew back to start over, establishing a pattern that grew in speed.

She didn’t stop.

She didn’t even pause to take a breath.

She gulped my dick down as if she was after my cum.

“Jesus Christ,” I hissed. “Yes!”

There wasn’t a part of me that wasn’t screaming for her, and as much as I wanted her mouth forever and to draw this out all night, my tongue was getting restless.

“Come here.” It was a demand that I wouldn’t bend on.

As she rose, I placed an arm across the center of her back and another under her knees, and I lifted her against my chest, stepping out of the pile of clothes that she’d previously pulled down my legs.

“I would have kept going.” Her lips were wet and sparkling under the faint light.

I nuzzled my nose into her cheek, where I growled, “I fucking love that about you, too, but it’s my turn to feast.”

She moaned, the same sound leaving her mouth again as I set her on the bed. As she balanced on the edge, I unclasped her strapless bra, tossing the lace to the floor, and yanked down her panties. I then laid her across the mattress, and while I held the inside of her thighs, I pushed her higher, toward the pillows, and I got on the bed between her legs, my face diving straight into her pussy.

“This”—I rubbed my mouth down the whole length of her, pausing at her entrance before returning to the top—“is what I’ve been dreaming about.”

This scent.

Taste.

The feel of her as I licked.

The way her clit hardened from my tongue.

How I was going to make this pussy mine—and only mine.

But before I got too lost, I set my nose on the highest point, and I filled my lungs with her. Breath after breath of Brooklyn. “And this is what I can’t get enough of.”

A smell that was my perfect match.

A pussy that fucking consumed me.

Not just in a way that I wanted more, but in a way that I craved.

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