Page 8 of Pregnant By the Playboy

But all I care about is making Marissa feel good and seeing where this will take us. I use my thumbs to spread her open and give her one long, leisurely lick.

Sweet fuck, she tastes amazing.

I swirl my tongue over her clit and she gasps. When I look up, her eyes are shut and her head is tipped back, and I will do whatever it takes for her to continue making those noises.

I lick all over her entrance, then slip my tongue inside her. I thrust my fingers in and out of her at a frantic pace, and her expression is almost one of pain—this is too much for her, she’s not used to all this pleasure. But at the same time, she’s holding my head against her crotch.

Her body tenses as I continue to fuck her with my fingers, faster and faster. I can tell she’s close, so close, and either she wants me so much that she doesn’t care if other people can see...or that turns her on, too.

I glance up as her channel clenches around my fingers, and a look of pure ecstasy is written on her face. It makes me so hard as she cries out and trembles.

I pull her down to the ground with me. She’s gorgeously disheveled.

And she’s giggling. “I can’t believe...I did that.”

“You’re not drunk, are you?” It didn’t occur to me before, but now I’m a little worried. It’s harder to tell with someone I don’t know.

“No, I’ve only had half a drink. I just feel really good right now. After that orgasm.”

I drag her mouth to mine, needing to taste her, maybe needing her to taste herself on my lips, too. “You want to fuck?”

She swallows.

“We can go somewhere more private.” I wink. “I know this house well.”

“Actually...”

“Or we don’t have to do anything else. It’s cool.”

She strokes my dick through my pants. Ohhh.

“Let’s leave,” she says.

“My place or yours? Or a hotel, if you prefer.”

She thinks this over as she straightens her dress. “Your place. We’ll get an Uber?”

“Nah, I got a driver out there.”

“Of course you do,” she murmurs. “Can I have my underwear back?”

I pat my pocket. “Don’t see why you’ll need them tonight.”

“Good point. And by the way, Everclear’s ‘I Will Buy You a New Life’ and The Great British Bake Off.” She gets up.

I stay on the floor for another moment, my head spinning.

Right. She just answered two of the inane questions I asked her.

I wasn’t planning on leaving the party so early, but I think this is going to be a very, very good night.

Chapter 4

Marissa

We make out in the backseat of the car.

We make out as we’re waiting for the elevator.