Page 83 of Playboy’s Purgatory

“Oh, fuck, Jettson, you can’t say things like that to me in that voice,” she protests. Weakly. Meekly.

Because I’ve gotten her to forget herself by bending her over my desk and letting her feel what she does to me. I grind my hard, trapped cock, which might as well be a steel pipe, against her ass.

“You came here for me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she keens, her body straining even as I hold her in place.

“Oh, Lara,” I groan, “you came to me this time. You have no idea what it does to me.”

I bury my face against the side of her neck and nip at the skin there while reaching around and undoing her pants. When I stand to my full height, it’s only long enough to push her pants and panties down over her hips before freeing my cock.

The tip is red and angry, ready to be buried inside our woman. I’m quick to grab a condom from a drawer in the desk and roll it on.

“Nothing like you rolling the condom on, Lara,” the groaned words are filled with regret, “but this will do.”

My hand splays wide open on her spine right under her shoulder blades and I hold her down, firmly. I can see her pussy weeping for me, and I don’t have to ask. She’s soaked for me.

I rumble out a low growl and slide the head of my cock up and down her slit. She tries to push back against me, her body begging for me.

It takes all my control to slide into her slowly, filling her deeply and securing her hips in place. My hand grips the edge of the desk and when I start to move, I use long, deep strokes.

Pushing. Filling.

Breathy pants and filthy pleas fall from her lips incoherently. It’s fucking magnificent.

She’s feeling my piercings from another angle. And she loves every stroke.

I don’t speed up. I fuck her harder. The only reason the desk stays in place is because I hold it there. Lara doesn’t move either.

“When you come on my cock today, Lara,” I groan, “it’s going to be all mine. Say it.”

“Yours,” her voice is dazed. Absent. “Yours, Jettson.”

My control frays and I start fucking her faster. Pushing her closer, chasing my own need to fill her with my cum.

Her walls start to tighten around my shaft and my balls draw up. The moment my movements stutter, I know I won’t be able to hold back for much longer.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum way too fast. Too tight. Too wet. Too fucking good,” I groan.

I slam balls deep inside of her and she screams as she falls over the edge. Her body is caught up in her bliss and pulls me over with her.

My hips still and then my movements gentle, prolonging the pleasure for both of us. When I open my eyes, I look at the ceiling, my head falling back on my shoulders.

Lara’s cheeks are pink as she blows out a breath which sends tendrils of her hair flying around her face. My grip on her loosens, but I don’t let go and bury myself as deep inside of my woman as I can as we shudder together and start to come down.

I rub up and down her back, my touch gentle. She lets out a soft sigh and her body melts into the desk.

A low chuckle comes out of me as I pull out of her, take care of the condom, and pull our clothes, relatively, back into place. I wrap my arms around her before sitting down and bring her along with me.

Her hand runs over my chest, and she looks down at our bodies. When she looks back up at me, her eyes are sparkling. “We didn’t even get undressed.”

I tilt my head and study her. “I’m not sure if you’re disappointed by that or not.”

“Just something new.” She shrugs and I file the information away.

If my woman is willing to explore, I have a whole world of fantasies about her which I’ve been ignoring for far too long. The thought sends a thrill through me.

With a hum, I curl her tighter against my chest, my fingers running up and down her spine. The silence wraps around us, it’s not awkward, but it is a sharp contrast to the sounds we were making moments ago.