Page 19 of The Playboy

Her palm moved across her clit, and her head rested against the pole, grinding her hair over the metal the same way she was giving her pussy pressure.

As her expression filled with pleasure, my body ached.

It yearned for this beautiful stranger.

And when she finally pulled the sides of the lace down her hips and stepped out of the thong, I moaned, “Good fucking God.”

I leaned forward to try to smell her in the air.

To get nearer.

And what met my eyes, what took ahold of me, was a view that was better than fucking heaven.

Tight oval lips concealed her clit, flesh that hadn’t been touched by the sun, where tan lines showed the creamy difference. Hairless and, because of the revealing strobes of color, already slick.

“The woman who didn’t get away,” I referenced as my stare lifted unhurriedly. “Something tells me you’re everything I need.”

A need that was sexual. Fulfilling. Brimming with desire and beyond, reminding me that this wasn’t similar to the others.

This was … as unique as her.

“And something tells me you’re my next big mistake.” Her voice was a whisper, and it prompted the reason she was here, why she had allowed me to take her to the bus, and why she was naked right now. “You know what I need.” She paused. “Give it to me.”

I squeezed my tip. “Come here.”

Still wearing her strappy sandals, she stepped closer until I said, “Stop.”

With her about a foot and a half from me, I pushed myself to the end of the seat, and I got on my knees. I wrapped my hands around her ass, holding the bottom—the meatier section that could handle my grip—and while I kept our eyes locked, my mouth opened.

“I want to smell you.” Holding her gaze, I moved my face until it hovered above her pussy. Inches away, I stilled. “The second I lick you, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Then, don’t.”

A smile stretched across me as my nose rested against her clit, where I took the longest, deepest breath. “Fuck,” I roared. “You’re sweet.” I inhaled again. “So fucking sweet.”

She had a scent I hadn’t known I wanted until it suddenly became mine, making me realize just how much I’d been craving it.

How I needed more.

“I wonder if you taste just as good.” My tongue slithered out, and I dragged it between her lips, running the whole length of her clit. “And you do …fuck.”

Her fingers dived into my hair, holding the strands with so much strength. “Ohhh.”

“You like that?” I didn’t wait for an answer before I swiped her again. “Do you want more?”

“Yesss!”

I wasn’t just tasting.

Or just licking.

I was fucking eating.

Savoring.

And then bingeing.

I couldn’t get enough.