Page 20 of The Playboy

I couldn’t reach the point of satisfaction because her taste, her smell … they fueled me.

They taunted me.

They made me into an addict, and I was feasting on my drug.

With my tongue, I took a third lap and a fourth, flicking the top, rotating back and forth, creating a heavy, sensual pattern.

The more I ate, the harder she arched her pussy into my face, her hips rocking after each of my swipes.

“That feels”—she let out a gasp—“unbelievable.”

She didn’t think she could have three orgasms.

I was about to knock one out and show her just how wrong she was.

My hand dropped between her legs, spreading the wetness my mouth was leaving and mixing it with her own, the tip of my finger probing her tightness.

“Fuck!”

Hearing her curse only goaded me more; it moved me in further, deeper. Besides, I couldn’t fucking wait to feel how hot her pussy was.

I was in just a little past my nail when the heat enveloped me.

The narrowness.

Damn it.

She was going to fit so snugly over my cock. I could barely wait.

But there was something I needed to do first.

With my chin already positioned between her legs, I tilted it toward her ass so I had a better view of her face, and I watched her expression while I picked up speed. I wiggled my tongue across her, driving my finger as high as it would go. But I didn’t just insert it tip to knuckle; I arched my wrist toward her stomach, finding that spot.

The one that made her buck.

The one that made her shout, “Oh my God!”

She was seconds away from coming. I could feel her tightening from the inside. Her wetness thickening. Her moans increasing, where she extended the end of each exhale into a song that got louder and louder.

But it was her face that I couldn’t look away from.

The hunger in her eyes.

The satisfaction on her lips.

The gorgeousness that radiated.

And just when her head leaned back, her neck elongating, showing me that beautiful throat, she screamed, “Lick it!” When she drew in more air, she added, “Yes!”

Her stomach shuddered.

Her hips drove toward me and didn’t move.

That was when I gave her all the speed and power my mouth was capable of, when I left my finger within her and circled her G-spot.

“Ahhh!” She clung to my hair. “Fuuuck!”

I didn’t let up. I didn’t even attempt to slow.

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