Page 75 of Punked By the Playmaker
“Fuck.” He groaned into my neck. “You’re so warm.”
When he wedged a thigh between my legs, I clutched at his shoulders as I ground down on that firm muscle, sparks of electricity shooting outward from my core.
Two large palms landed on my ass, squeezing my cheeks before lifting, and then we were moving.
“We have to be quick, but I have an idea,” Levi panted, pushing into the laundry room and setting me down on top of the dryer.
“What—”
He cut off my question with a scorching kiss, his tongue battling with mine for dominance. His erection rocked between my spread open thighs, sending me careening toward the edge with only a few expertly placed thrusts. God, I could come from only this and have zero complaints.
But that wasn’t enough for my husband. No, he reached around me, and before I knew what was happening, the dryer came to life, the vibrations beneath my ass rolling upward to stimulate my clit.
I tore my lips away from his on a surprised cry, but his palm quickly came up to silence me.
“Quiet,” he grunted.
My hips began bucking wildly, and I moaned against his hand.
“You’re right there, aren’t you, baby?”
I let out a muffled sob.
“Hold on. I’ve got you.” He pulled on the strings holding my bikini bottom together, and cool air rushed over where I fucking burned for him.
Without warning, he plunged two fingers deep inside me, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head, because of course, he knew exactly how to curl them to send me soaring.
“That’s it,” Levi coaxed, fucking me brutally with his hand as I came hard, my screams barely contained behind his other palm. “Gush all fucking over me.”
I couldn’t make sense of what he was saying, but when I came back to earth, my eyes widened when I saw that the front of his swim trunks was wet.
Licking my dry lips, I swallowed. “It’s okay. That happens to lots of guys.”
His brow furrowed. “What happens?”
Circling my hand before his crotch, I stated the obvious. “You came in your pants.”
Levi’s head fell back, and booming laughter filled the small space.
Guess that reaction to premature ejaculation was better than a guy being embarrassed over getting too excited and losing control.
“No, babe.” Humor danced in his eyes as he shook his head. “That’s all you.”
I reared back in horror. “Shut up! No, it’s not!”
He gripped my chin, directing my gaze toward my spread open thighs, which were wet all the way to my knees. There was even a puddle on the floor. “You squirted all over me.” Hauling me in for a quick, rough kiss, he murmured against my lips, “Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life.”
“Really?”
Levi tugged on my lower lip with his teeth, making me hiss. “I love pushing your body to the limit. I wonder what else I can make it do.”
Despite having my needs met mere moments ago, arousal roared to life in my bloodstream, demanding yet another release.
“Get inside me. Right fucking now.” Jesus, I sounded possessed. A verified sex demon.
Levi undid the tie at the waistband of his board shorts, pushing them down enough for his cock to spring free, and then he was inside me.
“Yesssss,” I hissed, relishing the fullness our connection created.
