Page 23 of The Playboy

Rather than putting my thumb on her clit, I used the short, trimmed patch of hair above my dick, and every time I drove into her, that rough part of my body brushed against hers.

It didn’t cause irritation; it induced stimulation.

And when she felt it, she rasped, “Oh!” A response that sounded half surprised, half quenched.

I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over my face. “You’re starting to realize I’m always right.”

“How do you know my body this well?”

When you desired sex as much as me, you wanted your partner to feel just as good. Just as turned on. Just as pleased.

The answer was simple.

I listened.

Not only to the noises she made with her mouth, but also the ones that came from her body.

I analyzed her movements.

I heard what was happening inside of her.

And when I determined what she needed, I fulfilled.

“Because I care. Because I want to know. Because nothing would make me more satisfied tonight than making you come again and again.”

Her pussy responded.

It got wetter.

Tighter.

“I’m going to come—”

“I know,” I growled. “I can feel it.”

Her hands left the pole, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Using my shoulders to hoist herself up, she began to move with me, meeting me in the middle, pouncing while I thrust.

“Oh fuck.” I humped. I bucked. I felt the way she was bound around me, and I moaned, “You’re milking me.”

The second the final word left my mouth, my ears were filled with screams. Ones that not only pierced my eardrums, but also triggered my own orgasm.

The burst started in my balls and quickly spread to my shaft, the eruption building toward the most intense spike before it shot through my tip. “Fuckyesss!” I held her as hard as I could, sliding through her cum, filling the condom with a second load and a third.

I waited for her body to tell me she was done before I slowed.

Our faces, pressed so closely together, were breathing in each other’s air.

Our grips were finally loosening.

Our bodies coming to a complete standstill.

“Three.” I gave her a quick kiss. “I have another condom. We could go for four.”

“Something tells me we’re getting close to that hour mark and”—she looked at her wrist—“I have to go anyway.”

I didn’t want this to end.

I wanted a second round.

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