Page 96 of The Playboy

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” she whispered in a low tone so the driver wouldn’t hear.

“Tell me.”

With our stares locked, she took my hand and placed it on her knee, just under the bottom hem of her dress, and using her strength, she slid that hand toward her pussy.

Slowly.

Inch by fucking inch.

“You’re making me crave you in ways I didn’t even think was possible.”

My dick, already so hard, now ached as her words penetrated through me.

“Fuck me,” I hissed.

I put no momentum behind the movement of my fingers. I just let her guide me. And by the time I reached her inner thigh, I could already feel the heat, her skin scorching.

As I got deeper, I began to feel the wetness.

She was desiring me in a way she could no longer control.

Needing me.

Yearning for me.

A want that was as strong as mine.

And once I made it all the way in, where her cunt was covered in lace, her hand left mine, and it reached across the small space between us to cup my dick.

That right there was the only thing that could make this moment any hotter—and it was happening.

Damn it.

“I don’t know how I’m going to wait to have this,” she moaned, stroking my cock through my pants.

She didn’t know what she was starting.

She didn’t know what the fuck she was doing to me.

The fire that was roaring within me.

The restraint I was using to not tear this dress off her.

“Brooklyn …”

There was something incredibly sexy about a woman taking charge, voicing what she wanted and going after it, when she was the one who instigated what was already on my mind. I brushed my fingers up and down the fabric that separated us, feeling the wetness through her panties. I slipped the material aside, just enough to graze the outside of her lip.

“What if I told you, you didn’t have to wait?”

Her head tapped against the cushion as she circled her thumb over my crown, like it was her tongue and she wanted nothing more than to lick me. “Don’t tease me, Macon.”

Her choice of words was as taunting as her hand.

I swiped her clit.

Just once.

But a movement that was strong enough to make her gasp.

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