Page 45 of The Playboy

While I stood in front of her, I leaned in toward her, pressing my lips against one of the most delicate places on her body—the spot where her neck met her collarbone, the small arch right before the bone jutted out. It was there that I kissed. There that I took the deepest inhale.

There that, as soon as my mouth left, turned into a patch of goose bumps.

Her hand dropped from my chest to my abs, inching lower until she hit my belt buckle. “We’re both far too dressed.”

How could just the sound of her voice, never mind what she’d said, make my dick throb even harder?

It hit me then that I hadn’t been much of a gentleman since she’d entered my suite. I hadn’t offered her a drink or anything to eat. I could have even suggested a dip in the jetted tub.

But by the look on her face, I didn’t get the impression she wanted any of that.

Where I couldn’t wait another second to have her, I was positive she felt the same way about me.

“I’m going to solve that right now.” My hands trailed down her back, molding around her ass, giving her cheeks a quick squeeze before I began to peel the dress off her body. First past her hips, and then her tits, and finally over her head. While I held the tiny dress, my stare started at her feet and slowly rose up those perfect legs, the white lace of her panties, the flatness of her stomach, the matching bra, where those gorgeous tits were cupped, and eventually stopped at her face. “The fucking things I want to do to you right now …”

“Tell me.” She was unbuttoning my shirt, widening the collar around my shoulders, letting it fall from my back and arms. Once it hit the floor, she felt her way across me, like she was memorizing each plane of skin, the dents of muscle, every hair. “I want to hear, in detail, what you’re going to do to me.”

“Will it make you wet?”

“Wetter … yes.”

Fuck me.

As she pulled at my belt, loosening the hook, working her way through the button and zipper of my jeans, I said, “The second you’re finished here, I’m going to lift you into my arms and carry you into the bedroom, where I’m going to set you on the bed. And from there, I’m going to wrap your legs around my face and lick your fucking cunt.”

My jeans fell.

She lowered to the floor, unlacing my shoes, gazing up at me with her lips parted. “I get your mouth again?” She didn’t stand; she stayed right there, gripping the waist of my boxer briefs as though the elastic were the side of a cliff.

“Yes. I’ve been dying to taste you.”

“Why?”

My smile came with a low chuckle. “Because the first time wasn’t enough. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your pussy.”

“Mmm.” The moan came at the same time she tugged on my boxer briefs, making my cock spring out. “I’ve missed this.” That was when I realized she was gazing at my dick and talking to it. “What are you going to do after you lick me?” She repositioned herself onto her knees, reaching up to wrap both hands around my shaft, aiming the tip toward her lips.

Fuck, she was naughty.

And this was a sight I would remember for the rest of my life.

She dragged her lips around my crown, gently kissing my head, using just enough pressure that it made me want more.

“I’m going to make you come.”

She looked up at me as the point of her tongue touched me, and she circled it around my rim. She pulled it back into her mouth to say, “Only once?”

“When it comes to you, I don’t do anything just once.”

Her lashes fluttered, her stare still fixed on mine while she took her first bob.

My hand shot into her hair, gripping the long locks on the top of her head. “Fuuuck.”

It was the combination that was so explosive. The way she used her tongue, how her cheeks caved inward along my length, and the suction from her throat that made everything so tight.

My head tilted back. “Yes, suck it,” I ordered.

She removed a hand, now using just one to cover the base and middle, her mouth going from the tip to the center, where she met her fingers.

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