Page 101 of The Playboy

She smiled. “I’ll start with one. Who knows? I might beg for two.”

Sounds were coming from the cockpit, telling me we were almost four minutes into the ten I’d allotted.

“I’ll make that deal.”

As she lifted her fingers into the air, my mouth met them, my lips surrounding the two until I reached her knuckles.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

The flavor was different on her skin. Richer. Tastier. Even more fucking delicious.

“Damn it.” I shook my head as I pulled back. “I want more.”

She pulled her hand back and removed her seat belt, turning her body toward me. She then lifted the leg closest to me, bending it at the knee and setting her foot on the edge of the seat to give my eyes even more access. “Here’s more.”

That view.

The vulnerability.

The wetness I could see on her skin.

The folds of fucking pleasure I wanted to bury myself in.

For the moment, it was mine.

Every inch.

Every drop.

God, that was one gorgeous cunt.

“It’s almost too pretty to touch.”

“But—”

“I said, almost,” I voiced, cutting her off. “I want to touch it too badly to renege. Besides, my word is bond, and I never back out of a deal.” My hand crossed over the armrest and stopped the second I felt her heat. “Has a man ever made you come by fingering you?” She said nothing. “Answer me, Brooklyn.”

“No.”

“Has one tried?”

She nodded.

“And why didn’t you come?”

She shrugged. “I just couldn’t. It wasn’t enough.”

I didn’t know why I found it so sexy when she gave me one of her firsts. Licking her to an orgasm and now this. Next would be her ass. But I fucking loved the thought of her experiencing something with me that she never had before.

“Do you think I’ll be enough?”

“Yes.”

My lips pulled wide. “And why do you think that?”

“Because you seem to know my body better than I do.”

I gave her no warning. No sign that I was going to touch her.

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