Page 34 of The Scorpio Skyy
She gagged, but she was still the prettiest woman I’d ever seen.
I thrusted to the point where if I didn’t stop, I was definitely going to bust. “That’s enough.” I pulled myself from her mouth, then helped her to her feet. “Against the balcony door. Back to me.”
Her cheeks were flushed pink, her hair was all over her head, and she was panting. Slowly, she made her way to the balcony door. She leaned against the glass, pushing her fat ass out at me. Our eyes met when she glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes were bright with lust.
“Freaky ass,” I muttered as I lined myself up at her opening and slowly slid inside her tightness, inch by inch.
She was wet as hell. Her wetness coated my dick while the tightness squeezed me.
“This magical ass pussy.” I whispered in her ear.
With a titty in each hand, I dug into my wife, pushing my dick in to the hilt. Bottoming her out. Skyy moaned, hummed, and bit down on her lower lip. Her fingers tried to grip the glass door. Her knuckles turned white as she clawed at it. It took all my willpower not to pound into her.
“Don’t ever do no shit like this again, Baby. Don’t do this kind of sneaky shit. Talk to me. Don’t have me out here wondering why my wife is moving funny.” My voice was so rough, it wasalmost a growl, as I slid out at a leisurely pace before slamming back in again.
She moaned in pleasure. I set a slow pace, fucking her against the door as she trembled beneath me. Her pussy quaking was a telltale sign that she was close to cumming,
“Uh-uh.” I pinched her nipples lightly. “No cumming until I say so.”
Her pussy clenched around my dick. She was so close. I kept fucking her, slowly at first, then picking up the pace as the fire in my balls grew hotter and hotter.
I wrapped my hand around her neck, squeezing gently as she moaned, her hand finding her clit. I pinched her nipples harder.
“I said no, little brat. You’ll cum when I say you can cum.”
“I . . . I . . . can’t,” she panted out. “Please, Big. This is torture.”
“Oh well.” I slammed into her again and again.
She was so wet. Her juices were coating my balls as they slapped against her ass.
“Your pussy is so good, Baby.” I whispered in her ear. “You’re gonna take all this dick, and you better not cum. This is your punishment for fucking up. Take it like a big girl.”
“Okay.” She practically sobbed while her walls clenched around me, milking me, trying to coax out my orgasm.
With a final thrust, I spilled my seed inside her, growling out my release. I held her there against the wall as my dick twitched and spasmed inside her. When my breathing returned to normal, I pulled out of her.
“Jay!” She shrieked.
I knew she was on fire and probably wanted to cum as badly as she wanted her next breath. But it wasn’t happening.
“It’s called a punishment, Baby. It’s not supposed to feel good.” I headed toward the bathroom to clean myself up, while she literally slid down the wall.
I secretly lovedthe way Jaxxon handled my body, but I would never admit it to him. Instead, I played up the idea that I was pissed at him for leaving me all wet, hot, and bothered. I knew he was upset with me, but damn. I didn’t expect him to deny me, especially when I whimpered and cried. But he did. And since I wasn’t one who needed a lot of redirection or correction to change an undesired behavior, I promised myself that I would think long and hard before I tried to keep something important from him again.
It was the first game of the regular season. Our families—his parents, his siblings, my mother and my siblings—were all coming to the game. Jaxxon rented a party bus to transport us, and even Kelcie came over and rode to the game with us.He would’ve happily rented us a suite, but his family liked the atmosphere of being in the stands. My family didn’t have a preference; they were just happy to be there.
Once we got the family settled in their seats, Kelcie and I went closer to the field to get some pictures. She’d decided the season before that she would be the official Coyote wives’ photographer. Taking pictures of the wives’ game-day fashion and posting it on social media. And I had to admit that the Coyotes had some of the most fashionable wives in the league.
“I’m starting with you,” Kelcie told me. “The others will either drift over here, or we’ll head up to the suites to get some shots. You look too cute.”
I had spent a lot of time putting together the perfect outfit for the season opener. I wanted to be cute, but I also wanted the outfit to be functional. If Jaxxon had a good game, I wanted to be able to act a fool without showing too much or being restricted by fabrics. I felt like my denim pleated mini skort and custom bedazzled navy blue and dusty orange cropped T-shirt were perfect. My pointy-toe boots were made of a denim material and had a three-inch heel. I fingered the diamond encrusted chain that bore Jaxxon’s number, seventeen. Then, out of habit, I touched the diamond studs in my ears. I was ready.
“Thanks, chica.” I gave her a smile. “Let’s do it.”
The game started off close. During the first and second quarters, defense ruled, keeping the score low with the Richmond Royalty up by a field goal. I didn’t know what the coach said to the Coyotes during half-time, but whatever it was, it worked. The team came back out on the field and went bananas. Somebodytook the cuffs off Travis, because he was letting the ball soar. And it seemed like every time he released it, Jaxxon was right there, completing the pass and running for the first down.
Kelcie and I were up and down, out of our seats and hugging each other after every play. My throat was sore from screaming.
