Page 98 of Punked By the Playmaker
I wanted to stay like this forever—the two of us joined as one—but my balls grew tighter with each thrust.
Hooking an arm beneath her knee, I changed the angle, letting the base of my shaft rub against her clit with each pass, and soon she was shaking, begging for me to let her come.
A few more powerful pumps, and she shattered, her cries echoing throughout the room, and with her cunt gripping me like a clenched fist, I finally let go.
I buried my face in her neck, grunting through my release, the pulsing of Arizona’s pussy milking me dry.
Cum overflowed around my dick, splashing all over my lower abdomen, but I couldn’t stop. I kept driving deep until I was completely wrung out.
Zapped of all energy, I collapsed beside her, an arm thrown over my eyes.
I sucked in gasping lungfuls of air. “That was—”
“Perfect,” Arizona finished the sentence for me, her hand sliding over my chest.
Turning my head, I found my gorgeous wife staring back at me, a soft smile gracing her lips, and I swear I fell in love with her all over again.
I brought her hand to my mouth, dusting kisses over her fingertips.
“Stay with me.” It was half command, half plea.
She chewed on her lower lip for so long that I stopped breathing before she dipped her chin and replied, “Okay.”
My eyes slid shut, a balloon of hope filling my chest. “I love you.”
Though she didn’t say it back, Arizona curled into my side with a contented hum.
Yeah, I could get really used to this.
“All right.” I clapped my hands. “We’ve got new glasses for Austin, a new leg for Maisie, and a new school for both of you. What do you say we go for the trifecta, and add a new sport?”
Maisie eyed me from where she stood on the home team bench inside the Surf practice rink. I’d bought an hour of ice time—technically, fifty minutes since the final ten was used for ice resurfacing—to share my love of the game with my kids.
“It’s a nice idea,” she hedged, glancing down at her prosthesis. “But I’m not sure how that’ll work with my artificial leg.”
Her concern was valid, but I had something that would make this sport accessible to her.
Skating over to the visiting team bench, I grabbed the bulky piece of equipment.
“I did some volunteer work with the sled hockey team in Connecticut. When I called the guy running the program and told him about you, he insisted on sending a sled so that you could get out on the ice with your old man.” I placed the metal sled with a bucket seat onto the frozen surface and asked, “What do you think? Wanna give it a try?”
Excitement shone in her eyes, her head bobbing enthusiastically. “Yes!”
“Go ahead and take your prosthetic off, and I’ll help you get in.” I turned to Austin, saying, “There’s a pair of skates under the bench for you, bud. They’re rentals for now, but if you wanna get out here with me more, we can get you your own.”
The typically surly fourteen-year-old cracked a smile. “Thanks.”
Maisie stood on one leg, gripping the boards for balance. “What next?”
I pushed the sled toward the open bench door, then extended my hands for her. “I’m gonna pick you up, okay?”
She nodded her agreement, and I lifted her into my arms before settling her into the molded seat, helping to position her foot against the footrest and strapping her in.
I skated backward. “How’s that feel?”
“Strange.” My girl gave a little wiggle, and the sled tilted precariously to one side. Thankfully, she was able to straighten it without me having to jump in and help. “How do I move?”
“Hold on, just one sec.” I grabbed the pair of shortened sticks she’d need to maneuver the sled. Handing them to her, I explained, “They’re shorter, but have the same curved blade as the ones I use. The blunt end has a metal pick that allows you to dig into the ice and propel yourself forward.”
