Page 50 of The Playboy

The timing was a little strange for conversation—I would admit that—but I wasn’t going to say it to her. “Of course.”

“This is the first time I’ve ever done this position. I’ve never been in control before …”

I swore my dick got even harder.

“A virgin at riding—is that what you’re telling me?”

“Yes.”

A thought instantly came to me. “What about your ass? Has that ever been touched?”

She shook her head.

I couldn’t even imagine how fucking tight she would be. How she would pulse around me the second I entered.

We’d get there—I was positive we would.

But for now, “We’ll start here.” With my crown now fully buried, I gazed up her narrow waist, the hardness of her nipples, to the most gorgeous face I’d ever seen. “But what I want you to do right now is lose yourself.” I brushed my thumb over her clit. Just a quick swish of skin against skin, and it caused her to draw in a deep breath. “If that’s what you want tonight to be about, then show me how lost you can get.”

She set her arms on my shoulders, and I took her nipple into my mouth, wetting it first and then breathing against it.

“Listen to your body. Then, go as fast or as slow as you need.”

She began to rise toward my tip.

“You’re going to know pretty quickly what you like and what feels the best.”

Her chin tilted back, her spine arching. “Thisss.” She swallowed. “This is what I like.”

She was squeezing me from the inside, throbbing around my cock.

A cave of warmth and perfection.

“I fucking agree,” I moaned.

I kept my thumb on her pussy and switched my mouth to her other tit, biting the peak this time.

She whimpered from the pain, but it was a sound of pleasure. A noise that told me she wanted more. I swirled my tongue around the tight bead, soothing it before I used my teeth, scraping the length, tugging the end.

Her nails began to bear down into my skin. “What is this …”

She was in her head, processing all these new sensations, questioning why she’d never done this before.

And I could tell she wasn’t looking for an answer.

But I still gave her one. “This is what happens when you take what you want.” I grabbed her ass. “When you take what you need.” I wasn’t leading her. I was just holding on. “Is this what you want?”

Her head moved forward until our eyes locked. “Yes.”

“Do you want to come?”

Her head bobbed. “Yes.”

“Then, fuck me, Brooklyn. Show me what it feels like when you get off on top of me.”

The second I finished speaking, a switch went off. Her speed immediately increased. Her hands held me harder. She didn’t continue to rise and dip. Instead, she kept me seated inside her and rocked her hips back and forth, circling me within her.

Now, this was what I was after.

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