Page 68 of Punked By the Playmaker
“Levi, please,” I sobbed.
His dark chuckle went straight to my clit. “Following directions might not be your strong suit, but damn do you sound so pretty when you beg.”
The words had barely left his lips before his tongue made contact.
And not at all where I was expecting it.
My gasp split the air when the tip circled my rear entrance, and as it pressed inside, I let out a moan that would have put even the most seasoned porn star to shame.
Fireworks lit up the pleasure centers in my brain, and I clutched the sheets, sobbing with the need to come.
Levi withdrew, and a quick peek back showcased that infuriatingly sexy smirk tugging up one corner of his lips. “Well, that’s a surprise. Little Miss Polished Professional is nothing more than a filthy whore who loves having her ass eaten out.”
He had no clue how close to the truth that was.
“More,” I demanded.
Without delay, his mouth returned to my ass, literally fucking it with his tongue.
“Fuck, that feels so good.”
When he hummed against me, I saw stars.
Shame had left the chat long ago—along with my sanity—and I bucked against his face, almost daring him to spank me again because that would have been enough to spark the explosion of my looming orgasm.
It should be illegal how good he was with his tongue; there was this little flicking move he did with the tip that made my toes curl so hard my feet began to cramp.
I was right there, teetering on the edge of what promised to be a life-altering release, when he pressed an open-mouth kiss against that forbidden hole, and then cool air rushed over me, signaling he’d pulled away.
Lightheaded from the lust coursing through my bloodstream, I managed to lift my head and utter a drawn-out, “Noooooooooo.”
Hands smoothed up my sides in a gentle caress, lifting my top over my head as lips pressed against my spine, moving upward until they landed right beside my ear.
Levi’s deep voice was rough, like it had been dragged over gravel. “That was only the appetizer. I want to feel your cunt rippling around me when you come.”
Jesus Christ, the man had a dirty mouth, and according to the full-body shudder that rolled through me from head to toe, I was so here for it.
“Spread nice and wide for me, baby,” he ordered.
With how violently my legs trembled, it was a miracle I hadn’t already collapsed onto the bed. But somehow, I managed to obey, pushing my knees apart as far as they would go.
Sucking on a sensitive spot along the side of my neck with enough pressure that I knew I’d be covering up a hickey tomorrow, he released me with an audible pop.
“Wider,” he barked.
“Any wider, and I’ll snap like a wishbone,” I huffed.
With him curled over my back, I felt the vibrations of his growl, my nipples tightening into points sharp enough to cut glass.
A firm grip landed on my thighs, pushing my widened knees toward my chest before flattening them to the mattress, essentially butterflying my legs, leaving my ass lifted. The stretch was so intense that I hissed.
He massaged the spot where my tendons pulled the most, coaching, “Breathe through it.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him where he could shove his “breathing” when the head of his cock began rubbing maddening circles over my clit, and I damn near melted. The bliss of that body contact eclipsed any discomfort I felt from the awkward position.
Levi reared back to center himself, his blunt tip poised at my entrance.
I held my breath, craving the moment when he surged forward and finally put me out of my misery.
