Page 26 of The Playboy

“Don’t stop.” I sigh as he rubs his hands up the sides of my body, palming my breasts. His hands deftly undo my shorts before I can really register what’s going on. My body is on fire from his touch. It feels too good to stop. I need this. He takes my panties with the shorts, and I feel his warm breath between my legs. I push my hips up, tapping his lips against me as he swipes his tongue through my slick heat.

The moan that leaves my throat is animalistic. Weaving my fingers through his hair, I tug the ends to pull him closer. I buck my hips up as he inserts a finger into my soaked channel.

“Oh, fuck!” I pant. I’m squeezing his fingers as he works his tongue expertly over my clit.

“You’re going to come on my fingers, and then I’m going to fuck you so you can come on my cock. Do you understand?”

I’m thrashing my head back and forth. I’m too far gone, too wrapped up in everything that is Tait Flanigan to answer him. He slows but doesn’t completely stop, leaving me on edge.

“No, no, no. Don’t stop!” I mewl.

“I’m waiting for my answer. Give it to me and I will give you what you crave.”

“Yes! Anything you want!”

He nips at my clit and fucks me with his tongue and fingers, and I’m coming apart on him. My eyes roll back in my head as my entire body shakes with my pleasure. I pout when he pulls his fingers from me.

“Sam, are you on the pill?”

I hum my response, my eyes closed and head turned to the side. I’m too tired and relaxed to give him a proper answer.

“Is that a yes?” I hear the rustling of clothes and a quiet thud as his belt buckle hits the floor. I want to open my eyes to admire his form, but my eyes are heavy.

“Yes.”

“Oh, thank God.” He pulls my left leg up over his hip, and I feel the blunt, bulbous tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. A wave of wetness hits me, and I open my eyes and look down to watch as he presses in slowly, my sex stretching around him. I tense when he pushes in a little more. He’s bigger than I’m used to and the stretch burns. He stops moving, noticing my discomfort. “Relax. Breathe, Sam.”

I do as he asks, and he slides in farther until he bottoms out. This is way more intense than it was with Ben. It’s like he’s hitting every sensitive spot in my body all at once. I arch into him as he begins a torturously slow pace. Every time he pulls back, he stops so the tip remains just inside me, and I want more—needmore!

His lips are attached to mine, and I moan into his mouth. I dig my fingers into his back, sliding my nails down. I hear him groan, which only adds to my pleasure.

“Please, Tait,” I beg.

“Please what?” he muses.

“Faster. I need more.”

He pulls out completely. I watch as he climbs off the bed and stands. He drags me by the leg toward him and grips my ass, lifting my hips up, then slams back into me. “Rub that pretty little clit for me.” His hips thrust faster and faster as I reach my hands between my legs, doing as he asks. Over and over, he hits the same spot within me and I clench around him, on the precipice of another mind-blowing orgasm.

“Now, beautiful. Come for me.”

And I do. It’s a toe curling, mind altering orgasm. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel like this. He follows right after. His jaw tenses, veins in his neck bulge, his eyes close, and he groans as he empties into me.This is so much more than it ever was with Ben.I’ve known this man just a few days and already he knows how to play my body like a fiddle. I lie there, hot and flushed, my limbs still shaking. I’m nearly boneless.What did I just do?

“Come on, lass. Let’s get cleaned up and get some sleep.” He climbs off me and holds a hand out for me to take.

“Together?”

He tilts his head to the side, a lopsided grin on his face. “Don’t go getting shy on me now, lass. Yes. That way we can get to bed.”

I hesitate and bite my thumbnail. “Um… so, about that. I, um, I usually sleep naked, so I don’t have any pajamas. Do you have a shirt I can borrow or something?”

He licks his lips and nods slowly. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Chapter 17

I’m wrappedaround her perfect body when I wake. At some point during the night, she curled into me and I didn’t want to let her go. It’s not my fault though. I’m practically on the edge of the bed. I inhale deeply and tighten my grip on her. My dick grows rock hard as I think about what we did just a few hours before. Everything about last night was perfect. I’m dying to sink back into her.

I wonder if she would actually stop me?