Page 155 of The Playboy

Her eyes had closed the second her head hit the fluff, but then they burst open.

“Yes, Brooklyn. I said trust. Do I have all of yours?”

She leaned up onto her elbows to get a better look at me. “Of course … but why?”

“Because I’m about to take another one of your firsts.”

As she processed what I’d said, her brows rose high. “My ass …”

“Yes.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “Now?”

“Fuck yes.”

I dipped my face between her legs and spread her thighs even farther apart, my tongue starting at her clit and lowering to her pussy.

She was already so fucking wet.

But assuming she didn’t have lube, I needed her wetter.

I needed her sopping.

And as I added spit to her pussy, I dragged it toward her ass. Each time I neared it, she tensed up, even when I was only running my finger around it.

“I’m not going to surprise you, don’t worry.” I glanced up, and she was gazing down at me. “I’ll talk you through everything that I’m about to do.”

“But the pain, Macon. You’re huge.” She sucked in some air. “It’s going to kill me.”

“I know you don’t believe this, but it’s also going to feel good.” I licked her more, urging the spit down to her ass, rimming around that entrance. “Remember, you have to trust me.” While the saliva was leaving my mouth and traveling down in small streams, I soaked my finger, making sure it was covered, and I aimed it at her ass. “This is all I’m giving you right now.” I added a little pressure, surprised at how easily it slipped in. “You’re so wet, you took that with no problem.”

Her neck leaned back as tiny moans began to fill the air. “Wow.” Her legs were straining, eventually falling to either side. “This isn’t anything like what I expected.”

“I told you it was going to feel good.”

I was only in as far as my first knuckle, and she was so tight that I wondered if I was going to have a hard time fitting, but that was why I was doing this first. To prepare her, to ready her for what was coming next.

“It’s only going to get better,” I warned, continuing to slide until I was all the way in.

Her ass was pulsing around my skin.

I allowed her a few seconds to get used to it before I picked up speed, gradually getting her to where she could handle another finger.

“I’m adding more,” I said, only because I’d promised I wouldn’t surprise her.

Her chest didn’t move while I wedged in my middle finger, her eyes not leaving mine, her body stiff again, like she was hanging on to a fucking rope.

Within a couple of dips, her muscles relaxed, her breathing became more labored. Each of her exhales ended in a moan. “I don’t know how … but I feel like I’m about to come.”

It was time.

“Now, you’re going to get me.” I pulled out and knelt on the bed in front of her, straddling her legs around me. “I’m going to go slow, and I won’t give you more than you can handle.” She attempted to respond, and I reminded her, “Trust me.”

She sat higher on her elbows, staring down between her thighs, watching as I spit a few mouthfuls of saliva into my palm and rubbed it across my tip and past the bulge of my crown, adding more until my shaft was fully lubed. That was when I positioned it at her ass.

“Just relax.”

I eased through her rim, the inside hugging around me, spreading to take in the end of me. And she really had to take it in because—my fucking God—she was tight.

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