Page 49 of The Playboy

She circled an arm around my neck, holding us together, as if I were going to leave.

I was just getting started.

I lifted her leg and placed it across mine. By doing so, her thighs spread, allowing me to get in even deeper. I was sure she felt the shift—her breathing got louder, her pussy wetter.

“You’re going to come again.”

Her nails stabbed my skull. “Yesss… don’t stop.”

I amped up my speed, strumming her clit at the same time, grinding my hips in a circle, the twist now giving her friction from every angle.

“Macon!”

Several things happened when Brooklyn came. The first was that her pussy closed in around me, her fingers puncturing whatever she was gripping. Her moans then filled my ears.

She needed me.

To finish her off, to bring her to that place where she couldn’t return from.

All of it drove me fucking wild.

And right now was no exception.

I upped my strength, stroking her with even more power, giving her exactly what she needed to lose herself.

And she did.

“Fuuuck”—her nails were in so deep that it felt like she could draw blood—“meee!”

The neediness in her screams. The wanting. The building. It was enough to make me come.

But this moment was for Brooklyn, so I reared back to my tip and plunged in until my sac banged against her, giving her long, deep, hard strokes. Within a few seconds, she was shuddering, clenching my cock with her pussy, bucking against me.

“That’s it, come on my dick.” I hammered into her. “Let me feel it.”

“Ahhh,” she gasped. “Yesss!”

As the orgasm hit her, I watched the waves slam into her body, I took in her screams, and I didn’t slow until she finally calmed.

It took her several moments before she said, “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

“You’d better learn because you’re about to come again”—I hovered my lips above hers—“and don’t tell me it’s impossible, we both know what I’m capable of.”

I earned myself a smile, and, fuck me, it was everything.

I took my time sliding out and moved into a seated position, leaning my back against the headboard, my legs extended in front of me.

Brooklyn looked at me from where she was lying. “What are you doing?”

I folded my hands behind my head, locking my fingers. “I’m waiting for you to ride me.”

She slowly got up and straddled my legs, crawling her way up my body until she was over my lap.

This fucking view was exactly what I wanted. Her tits in my face, her pussy aimed at my cock. Her eyes in my direct line of sight. A quick reach around, and I would have access to her ass.

“Don’t be easy on me, Brooklyn.”

She was about an inch down when she stilled and said, “Can I admit something?”

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