Page 48 of The Playboy

Instead of releasing my hair, she brushed through the top of it. “No one has ever made me come as hard as you.”

“That’s because I fucking live to get you off.”

Since I was sure her clit was extremely sensitive, I carefully kissed it, soothing the remaining tremors, and then I got up and went over to the nightstand. I took one of the condoms out of the box and tore off the foil corner with my teeth, pumping my cock a few times before I rolled the latex over it.

“My God, you’re so ridiculously hot.” Her voice was soft, but her words were full of emotion.

I set my knee on the bed. “Is that so?”

“Yes. Your body …”

“What about it?”

“I can’t get over it.”

“You don’t have to get over it.” I grabbed her hand and placed it on my abs, rubbing her palm up and down my six-pack. “You can have it whenever you want it.”

“And your mouth?”

I fucking loved how much she enjoyed my tongue.

I smiled. “I’ll bring my mouth too.” I set my other knee on the bed and tucked my arms under her thighs, returning to the place I’d just left to show her how much I meant what I’d just said.

But this time, I wasn’t tame. I licked with the flatness of my tongue, spreading the wetness from the top of her pussy to the very bottom.

“Macon …” she moaned.

I’d teased myself to the point of fucking losing it.

I needed her.

Now.

So, I kissed up her stomach, pausing my climb to suck her nipple, flicking it with my teeth, biting the hard peak.

“Fuck yes,” she cried.

I did the same to the other side, gnawing across the surface before I continued up to her lips.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Unsatiated, much?”

“Because I can’t keep my mouth off your pussy?” I positioned my tip right where it needed to be. “Yes. You could say that.” I kissed under her neck and over that sweet spot by her collarbone, past her jaw, and hovered over her mouth. “I need a taste, Brooklyn.” I put all my weight on my forearms, and I slowly sank into her tightness. “My fucking God. How is it possible that you feel this good?”

“Kiss me.”

A demand I could certainly handle and one that made me thrust inside her even harder.

With her mouth busy on mine, her hands roamed my body, slinking down my sides, and around to my ass. She squeezed my cheeks, her palms pushing against them, like she wanted me to fuck her even harder.

There was a reason I’d only wanted a taste, and that was because I didn’t like this position; it restricted me from touching her. So, I slid out and moved her onto her side and got in behind her, aligning her ass to my front before quickly burying myself back into her cunt.

“That’s what I want right there.” While I slammed back and forth, pounding through her wetness, I pinched her nipple. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“That’s because you’re so big.”

“Keep complimenting my dick … see what that earns you.”

“I could talk about your dick all day.” She laughed, the sound then turning to a moan when I grazed my thumb over her clit.

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