Page 95 of Perfect Playbook

“Ahhh…”

“Mmm… you like it when I talk dirty?” I give her a long, languid stroke with my tongue. “I can taste how much you missed me.”

She’s absolutely soaked. She groans and tugs at my hair. There’s an upside-down bucket, and she props her leg up on it to give me better access, melting against the wall.

“Greedy girl,” I hum against her core. “Touch yourself.”

She pinches her nipples, and I insert two fingers inside her. She’s so tight. So warm. So mine.

Did she want this every second we were apart like I did?

I scissor my fingers in and out. “How many times did you think of my fingers inside you while you were gone?”

“None.” She scratches her nails through my hair again and tugs at my shoulder like she wants me to come back up to her. “I want your dick.”

I run my flat tongue from her entrance all the way up. “Yeah? You want me? You want my cock, Shay? Let me taste how much you want it.”

I don’t have long to bring my woman full tilt, but her nub is hard and tall. I circle slow then fast, hard then soft, until her hips grind into me and she cups the back of my head, pulling me deeper into her core.

“More.”

I suck her clit into my mouth, gently, but I know it will feel anything but to her. I reach my fingers up and inside to that special spot that drives her wild, and as soon as I do, her pussy tightens in my mouth, her clit pulses under my tongue, and her hand lashes to the side, sending something clattering to the floor.

“Fuck me…” she groans, high-pitched, wild, but at the same time trying not to be loud, but someone is bound to hear. Marlon at least.

I don’t care if he does. This is my wife. She is mine.

She claws my arms to come up to her, and I press a dirty kiss onto her mouth. How the hell am I going to play after this? Fuck. Maybe I’ll play better. Knowing she’s there. Knowing I’m going home to more of this goddess.

“Fuck me, Logan,” she demands, swallowing like she’s still thirsty, her eyes still closed.

I undo my pants, and she immediately grabs my dickand gives it a hard jerk. She rolls a bead of pre-cum around the tip, and I nearly buckle at the knees from her touch.

She’s breathless. “I want you…”

“Your wish is my command.”

With our height difference, standing isn’t going to work easily in this tiny closet, so I turn her around to face the wall and hitch her hips up toward me, bending her over. Her tits hang full and womanly, her ass is round in my face. I spread her cheeks wide to have a look at her glistening pussy before plunging myself inside.

“God, I wanted you,” she murmurs.

It’s just what I needed to hear. Being away from her was torture. I know Shay doesn’t show her emotion with ease. Knowing she missed me, knowing she thought about me and wanted me as much as I did her is everything. And it makes my cock rock-hard. Blood surges. I’m already so close to exploding inside her tight little cunt.

Her insides clench me. I spread her ass cheeks open again and massage her backside gently with my thumb.

“Shit…” she hisses.

“You like that? I can’t get enough of you, Shay. I want to touch you everywhere. Not a morsel of skin is off limits to my hands, my mouth…” Another surge of lust has me close to the edge. I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from releasing.

“I like it. So much…” she whimpers.

“My dirty little wife.” With me caressing her backside, she’s dripping right down my balls.

My hands grip her ass firmly, knowing I need to hang on for dear life to stretch these last few thrusts out before I spill inside her. She bucks her hips back into me every time I drive in. I completely bottom out, and she braces herself against the wall, her strong shoulders flexing. She slams herhips back into me, and her beautiful round ass dances with her movement. I love her skin. I love her curves…

I love her. I fucking love her…

I bury myself deeper inside her, and she reaches down, sinking her claws into my thigh.

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