Page 51 of The Playboy SEAL
“Fuck,” I growl.
Teala finally relents and comes away. She keeps my shaft in her hand. “I like doggy style, but I wanteverything. All of it. Give it to me in every single way. We have lost time to make up for,” she says, eyes burning a hole in my willpower.
Leaning up to the sitting position, I grab her by the waist and pull her back on top of me. The rush of skin on skin sets my teeth on edge. I lean over to my nightstand and pull a condom out of the box in the drawer. The wise and practical part of my brain applauds this decision, while the rest of my fucking body is saying, “Plunge into her and spray your fucking cum into every orifice of her body.”Congrats, wise section of brain. You win. Tennis claps for you.
Teala takes over, rolling the condom down my dick, and I watch her hands work with a stomach roiling in anticipation. The scent of the latex switches me into a mode so carnal and barbaric I won’t come back until it’s over—until she’s sated, and my hot load is dripping somewhere on her perfect fucking body.
“I’m going to ride you first. I need to get used to you,” Teala explains, gripping the base of my shaft.
I merely nod because talking would require more brain cells than I have available at the moment.
She shimmies up my body on her knees one at a time until her pussy is close enough for me to touch. I stroke her, and my fingers glide around in her wetness with ease. I sigh and close my eyes for a moment or two, reveling in her tightness. It’s finally fucking happening. She sighs, and I meet her gaze. There’s a crinkle between her brows that usually isn’t there.
“What’s wrong?” Panic sets in. This isn’t a face you want to see when the condom is on.
“Will you want me after?” she asks.
Leaning over, she kisses my mouth—her lips cool and wet—trying to distract me from her asinine question. I don’t close my eyes, though. I keep them open to watch her, to examine her every move. Her body language tells me the answer to my question is important to her.
“You’re irrational.” I smile against her lips.
Throughout this exchange I haven’t stopped circling her clit with two fingers. Teala is grinding her hips against my hand, and she’s still capable of trying to have a serious conversation. I’m not doing something right. I work harder to make every nerve ending stand on end. She opens her eyes.
“Of course I’ll want you after,” I tell her. “Sex won’t change anything.”
She seems to accept my answer as truth, because for once, it is.
The vulnerability in her expression forces the alpha to the surface. “Now sit down on my cock beforeIgo fucking crazy.”
She smiles and moans when I move my hand away from where she wants it. Finally, she obeys me in something. She’s sinking down slowly, and my eyes roll back in my head. I let out a loud groan. I have nothing to compare it to, but I think when you first enter a woman, the pleasure is so overpowering it’s like a drug hitting your system and morphing your sense of awareness completely. Her pussy is tight, and it grips me as she inches herself down, slowly.
My hands are on her hips, firmly. I’m letting her do the work because I’m trying to be a gentleman, but sheonly has a few more seconds before I take over. She knows it. She’s watching my face, anticipation twisting her features. Teala bites her lip in this beautiful fucking porno-style move and takes my dick all the way in.
“Go. Go,” I urge, teeth clenched.
“You’re so big. I’m getting used to you,” she explains.
I know she’s toying with my emotions. Her hips rise up and lower again, faster this time. My fingers are a vice on her muscular hips. I have to make the conscious effort to not crush her bones with fucking desire.
“Compliments are nice, but I need you to fuck me like you mean it. Now, Teala. I’m not playing around anymore.”
Her neck works to swallow, and she leans over to kiss me again. I don’t take my hands off her hips even though part of me wants to touch her face, her clit, her tits—my need for control dominates those urges easily.
She rides me hard then, up and down, her pink nipples hard, and her perfect tits bouncing to my favorite rhythm. Fucking.I blow out a breath and try to maintain some type of composure.
“Like this?” Teala asks through gasps and moans. She runs a hand through her long hair as she arches her back.
It’s a view unlike any other in the world.
“Just like that,” I say.
She works my cock too good from this position, so when she leans over to put her hands on my shoulders, I flip her onto her back and pin her to my mattress. She lets her hands fall crossed over her head because she knows exactly what I want. Control. I thrust into her slowly atfirst and relish the new sensation from this angle. Teala kisses my neck but keeps her arms away.
Kissing her neck in return, I say, “Good girl. Just like that.”
I plunge into her harder, trying to keep most of my weight on my elbows. She’s hooked her legs around my ass and is meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Fuck, Teala. Just like that. This feels too good,” I admit. I thrust hard, as far in as I can. “Fucking,” I say, sliding out slowly, “you”—I jut my hips back in—“is my new”—I glide out again, feeling her clench me in protest—“favorite,” I growl, plunging back in again, “obsession.”
