The Keeper (Playing To Win Book 1)

I drag my mouth along the inside of Lindy’s thigh, nowhere near done with her yet.

I’ll never be done. Never.

My fucking intoxicating wife lies motionless on the bed with a sated, sexy, sleepy smile.

Like a woman who’s just been fucked hard. But I’ve barely started.

I drag my lips over every inch of her skin and enjoy the soft sounds of Lindy’s whimpers while she basks in the happy afterglow of her orgasm. Each stroke of my tongue lingers and pulls along the defined muscles of her body. Every hard-earned dip and curve remind me what a fighter my woman is. She’s an elite athlete. So much stronger than she gets credit for.

A soft hum slips past her lips as I graze my teeth over her hips. I’ve noticed she likes when I use my teeth. I press a kiss to her delicate abs and swirl my tongue around her flawless tits—a perfect handful—before covering her body with mine.

“Easton,” she whimpers. “I think you broke me.”

With the taste of her pussy fresh on my lips, I take her mouth with mine. Dragging my teeth over her bottom lip.

She moans into my mouth, and my cock weeps in my boxers.

“You’re overdressed, hockey boy.” Her hands move to my waistband, and she shoves my shorts down over my hips. “It’s my turn to taste you, E.”

“Next time, baby. I’ve been dreaming about being inside you again since I left you in my bed yesterday, and I’m done waiting.” I strip off my boxers and take her mouth again. “You ready for me, baby?”

I fist my cock and drag it through her soaked pussy. Her heat. Fuck me, her heat is intoxicating. My head spins as all the blood in my body rushes to my dick.

Lindy brings her knees up to cradle my hips between her thighs and then tilts her pelvis. “That doesn’t sound fair to me,” she pouts.

I run my thumb along her bottom lip as my cock lies heavy between our legs, the tip teasing her hot cunt. “I fucking love you, princess,” I growl and lace my fingers with hers, holding them against the bed on either side of her face.

“Then fucking show me. Fuck me, Easton.”

Challenge accepted. Keeping her hands trapped beside her head, I tease her clit with my dick and drop my mouth down to one pale-pink nipple. Sucking the tight little peak between my lips, I groan as it grows even tighter.

Her breath hitches in her throat, and I slide through her pussy, teasing her clit. “You with me, wife?”

She whimpers, and I push in.

Just the tip, barely moving.

I pull back out. Teasing her.

Building her up slowly.

“Easton,” she cries out as her tight little pussy clenches around my cock in a fucking vice-like grip. “Oh God, E . . .”

I bring my face close to her and graze my teeth over her thrumming pulse. “I’m taking my time, princess. I want to fucking worship you.”

“Easton . . .”

The sound of my name on her pretty, swollen lips is like a drug. She’s my drug.

“Fuck, you feel so good, E.” She wraps her leg around my waist and drags her wet pussy over me. “So, so good.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as her hips slowly circle my cock.

“That’s my good girl. Take what you want.”

She buries her face in my shoulder and bites down on my neck. A loud moan echoes in the quiet room. My girl likes a little pleasure mixed with pain.

“I want you to fuck me, Easton. Hard. I want to feel you for fucking days. Every step I take, I want to feel you.” She circles her hips and clings to me.

I shift my hips and pick up speed, bottoming out in her.

My abs contracting with each thrust.

Her hips move in sync with mine, like they were always supposed to.

I drop my hand between us and press my thumb against her clit, wanting her to come for me. Needing it. Feral for her. My wife.

“I’m so close, Easton.” She moves faster and gasps as she locks her legs behind my back and shakes. “Oh God. Oh God. Yes.”

“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock. Fucking give it to me.”

Lindy screams and shatters around me.

Clinging to me until I lean back on my knees.

“What?” She looks up at me wide-eyed and dazed.

“You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you, princess?” Her face lights up, and man, the sight in front of me could bring me to my knees.

Hunger burns in the depths of her stormy-blue eyes, and my girl drops those gorgeous legs to the bed so I can pull her up on my lap.

Lindy adjusts herself. Her nipples rubbing against my hard chest. Her nails trailing over my shoulders.

And when she grinds down on my cock, she unleashes a fire that incinerates any thread of soft and slow I had left in me.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamed of fucking you, wife? Your mouth. Your cunt. Your perfect fucking ass.”

I dig my fingers into the globes of her ass and set a hungry rhythm, fucking away the years of emptiness between us.

The years we wasted.

“Fuck, Lindy. You’re so tight, baby.”

“So good, Easton. God, don’t stop.”

My muscles burn as we fuck our way into oblivion.

Her pussy pulses around me, and I lift her off me and flip her over to her knees, then drag my hand over her gorgeous round ass and spank it with a quick snap of my wrist. “Up on all fours, baby.”

Lindy pants as she hurries to put her ass in the air. Then she tosses her hair over her shoulder and peers up at me.

Fuck me. My mouth goes dry.

My red handprint glows back at me against her creamy skin. “So sexy, baby.”

Her forehead drops to the bed, and I kiss the handprint and drag my tongue over her pussy until my face is fucking covered in her wetness.

She backs up, pressing her ass against me. “Please, Easton. Please.”

“Please what, princess?” I pump my cock and drag it through her swollen pussy, loving her desperation and the way it matches my own.

“Ohmygod . . .” she cries out. “Please fuck me, husband. Please, please, please. I want to come again. Make me come. Please let me come.”

I drag my thumb through her wet sex, then circle it around the tight ring of her ass, running it around the puckered skin. Pushing my thumb into her ass, I plunge my cock in her pussy and bottom out.

Lindy shakes and screams a guttural scream, and I wrap her long hair around my fist and tug her up.

Her back arches.

Her ass slaps against my thighs as I pound into her.

“Fuck, baby. You take my cock so well.”

I lean over her and kiss my way up her spine, then pull her head back until my mouth is next to hers.

Her body shakes, as she pants and moans and circles her arm back around my neck.

Dragging me closer.

My heart beats a wild, staccato rhythm, pounding against the inside of my chest. Threatening to explode. “Fuck, Lindy. Never again. Never going without you again. It’s you and me.”

“It’s us,” she keens and quivers. “It’s always been us.”

 “It’s always gonna be us, princess.” I take her mouth in a soul-stealing kiss.

She’s it. She’s everything.

She tightens around me and slams her pussy against me one final time before her orgasm washes over us. Pulsing and pounding. Her body trembling. Vibrating around me as I fuck her through it.

White-hot blistering heat builds at the base of my spine.

Pleasure pulls tight before it rushes through me, and I come with her name a fucking benediction on my lips. I’ll only ever worship at her altar.

Aftershocks spark through us as Lindy lies on the bed, incoherent.

Can’t say that doesn’t make me feel like a fucking man.

I climb out of bed and walk into the bathroom to get her a warm washcloth.

When I walk back in, she tilts her head to me.

“What are you doing, hockey boy? I don’t think I can go another round.” Her blue eyes smile at me. “Not yet, at least. Give me a few minutes,” she giggles. And that is so my girl. I just fucked her through three orgasms, and she’s giggling.

I run my hand over her thigh and open her legs. “I know, princess. Just let me take care of you.” I gently run the washcloth along her sex before I toss it to the floor, then climb on the bed next to her, dragging the blanket up over us.

She rolls over and drapes herself over my chest. “Promise me it’s always going to be like this, Easton.”

“Till we’re old and gray, baby. I swear on my life.” I press my lips to her head.

“Those are the only vows I need, husband.”

“I love you, wife.”