Page 67 of Punked By the Playmaker
I pressed my lips to the base of his throat, murmuring against his skin, “Get naked.”
If there were a world record for the fastest undresser, there was no doubt Levi would have broken it with how quickly he shed his clothing.
Damn, this man was gorgeous. He had muscles for days, and my mouth filled with saliva at the sight of his dick.
All rational thought about what would happen come morning flew out the window, and I dropped to my knees.
With my eyes locked on Levi, I darted my tongue out, lapping up the bead of precum pooled at the tip.
His chest rumbled as his head dropped back, his hand falling to my head. “Tell me this is real,” he begged.
A smile curved onto my lips as I purred, “You tell me.” Then I swallowed his dick whole, gagging when it bumped against the back of my throat.
There wasn’t time to set a rhythm before Levi fisted my hair, holding me immobile as he began thrusting into my mouth.
He grunted from above. “I knew the first time you used that sharp tongue on me that you’d give the best head. God, I love being right.”
I gripped his thighs, digging my nails in and making him hiss.
His pace grew punishing, and tears streamed down my face as I struggled to breathe.
“That’s it, go ahead and mark me, baby. Leave scars all over my body, so that every time I look in the mirror I’m reminded of what a hot little hellcat my wife is.”
I moaned around his shaft. Hearing him call me his wife was almost enough to make me combust.
Levi let out a deep hum of satisfaction. “Oh, I think we just found your weakness, didn’t we, wife?”
My whimper couldn’t be contained, my hand slipping down the front of my silk shorts. I was fucking soaked, dripping down my thighs.
Groaning, Levi pressed in deep, holding himself there as my throat muscles spasmed around him and black spots danced across my vision from the lack of oxygen. When he withdrew, I collapsed, coughing violently as I struggled to draw air into my lungs.
“You have no idea how tempted I was to come in that hot little mouth of yours,” he rasped. “If I were ten years younger and didn’t have to wait to get hard again, I would have.”
I involuntarily licked my lips, eager to savor the taste of his cum.
“Dirty girl. There will be plenty of time for that later.”
He already knew what my mind refused to accept—that I’d opened the floodgates, and there would be no keeping our hands to ourselves after this.
Levi’s touch, which had been so gentle when offering me comfort earlier, grew rough as he dragged me off the floor before tossing me face-first onto the mattress.
There wasn’t time to think before my shorts were ripped down my thighs, and a strong grip on my hips hauled me onto my knees.
I shifted from side to side, desperate for friction.
“Don’t move a muscle.” The growled warning came a split second before a slap to my ass that made me squeal.
I whined into the sheets, the pulsing between my thighs having reached a fever pitch.
Levi’s palm skated over my stinging skin as he cooed, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take good care of you.”
His touch roved the globes of my ass before spreading my cheeks, and I could feel his hot breath against my slick flesh.
Then he just stayed there, hovering an inch away from where I needed him most, and it drove me fucking insane.
When I couldn’t handle the anticipation of him putting his mouth on me a second longer, I pushed my ass back. That’s when his grip grew punishing, the tips of all ten fingers digging in so hard that I cried out in pain.
“I said. Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
