Page 82 of Punked By the Playmaker
My brow furrowed. “Huh?”
Arizona sank down that first inch, and I stopped breathing. Already, I could feel how much tighter the fit was with the plug in her ass.
Instead of dropping all the way down, she bounced on only the tip. Over and over, she took the most sensitive part of my dick inside her, teasing and taunting me with the promise of more, only to take it away.
I was trembling from head to toe, and beads of sweat coated every inch of my skin. My white-knuckled grip on the armrests was the only thing keeping me from losing control.
Never in my life had I felt a desperation like this, and a whimper—a motherfucking whimper—spilled from my lips.
Gripping my hair with both hands, Arizona wrenched my head back. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you, baby?”
New kink unlocked because, more than anything, I wanted to be her good boy in this moment.
I licked my lips, panting, “Arizona, I—”
“I know,” she cooed, sliding one hand down to stroke my cheek. “You’ve done so well. It’s time for your reward.”
In the next heartbeat, she lowered herself fully onto my cock, and my brain short-circuited as I went on sensory overload.
It was all too much—the blistering heat, her silken walls gripping me like a vise, the fit tighter than anything I’d ever experienced.
“Holy fuck!” I shouted.
“Feel good?” Arizona swiveled over my lap.
My eyes fell shut, and I rasped, “Like heaven.”
She let out a pleased hum, giving a hypnotic roll of her hips that sent brilliant bolts of ecstasy shooting through my nervous system.
“How—” A low grunt was pulled from my chest. “How did you get so good at this?”
Her hands landed on my shoulders, using them for leverage. Riding my dick like a pro, she moaned. “Years of practice.”
That admission cut through the haze of lust, and my eyes snapped open. I had no right to ask, but I couldn’t stop myself. “Have there been many other men?”
Arizona gave a slight nod. “Yes. Does that bother you?”
“No.” Would make me the world’s biggest hypocrite if it did.
Something clicked into place in my brain, and the truth hit me hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs.
The men who came before didn’t matter, not so long as I was the last one.
She was my fucking wife. And I was going to do everything in my power to make sure it stayed that way.
I was keeping this incredible woman. End of story.
Her hips faltered, her moans growing in pitch, and she begged on a breathless cry, “Touch me, Levi.”
Yes, ma’am.
My palms landed on her ass, helping move over my shaft. “Like this?”
“Harder.”
I dug my fingers into her flesh with enough force to leave bruises and slammed her down so hard it made her scream.
The electricity from our connection fried my senses, causing a buzzing in my ears.
