Page 39 of The Playboy's Playbook

“Don’t. Don’t hide from me, baby.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod as he continues to take in my body. The look on Matt’s face tells me that I have nothing to be insecure about.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Laila.”

“I don’t think it’s fair that you get to look at me and I can’t look at you.”

Matt smirks and pulls his boxers down, kicking them in the same direction as his jeans. My eyes nearly pop out of my sockets at the sight of his length. He’s not big.

He is fucking huge.

I gulp as I look at the veins covering his velvet shaft. I try to break my eyes away, but I can’t. Matt pumps himself while I shift in my place, watching intently as he walks closer to me. I bite my lower lip and look at him, feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Can I…touch you?”

Matt smiles and nods. “If you want to.”

My romance novels have failed me in this department – the girls in those stories are already getting their backs blown out and here I am scared to touch his – penis, dick, cock? – like it might bite me.

I glance at him, needing reassurance and guidance because I’m out of my element here. His hand covers mine, gently adjusting my grip, adding just enough pressure. His eyes flutter closed for a brief moment before meeting mine again. I follow his lead, moving my hand the way he showed me, and his breathing quickens slightly.

“You okay?” He looks at me cautiously, his breathing still heavy.

“Will you fit?” I ask.

He chuckles. “It’ll be tight. You can change your mind. We’ll get dressed, have a hot ass make out session, and go to bed.”

I shake my head. “Not a chance.”

“It may hurt,” he argues.

“Talk me through it,” I counter.

He pushes me gently onto the bed and spreads my legs apart, his mouth gaping as he looks at my exposed sex. “Okay, so first thing’s first. I need to get you…ready.”

I tilt my head in confusion. “Ready for?”

“Ready for me. Can I…can I touch you?” He looks at me intently, waiting for an answer.

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. “Yes. Please.”

He dusts his fingers over me and my muscles tense at the sensation of his cold fingers. Matt kneels and looks at me, his fingers touching me lightly where I need him the most. “Can I kiss you here?”

I look at him and even in the dim light, I see that he’s nervous. Probably more nervous than me. “Yes.”

Keeping his eyes trained on me, he presses his lips to my core. I can’t look away from him as he starts kissing me harder. When he pulls away, his typical bright blue eyes are dark with lust.

“I’m going to put a finger in you, baby. If it’s too much, tell me to stop.” Matt’s voice is serious and I know it’s because he wants to make sure I’m okay with what we’re doing.

I couldn’t be surer about him than I am at this moment. My chest rises and falls in anticipation and I nod, making sure I keep eye contact with him.

“I need to hear you tell me it’s okay, Laila,” he demands.

“It’s okay, Matty. I’m okay.” I run a hand through his blond hair and he lets out a sigh of relief.

He starts kissing again and then he slides a finger inside of me, curving it slightly. I go rigid at the unfamiliar sensation and he immediately stops.

I shake my head and plead, “Keep going.”

He buries his face back between my legs and I feel my muscles tightening, preparing for a release. My breathing picks up and I press Matt’s face closer to me, needing more from him.

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