I roll my eyes, getting up on the bed next to him. “Who’s going to break in?”
He shrugs slightly and tilts his head. “You never know.”
I scoot closer to him, swinging one leg over and straddling his midsection.
“Oh, baby,” he rasps. “What are you going to do to me?”
I search his face before saying, “No. What are you going to do to me after last nights”—I shake my head— “whatever that was.” I pause. “A tantrum.”
His brows knit together. “I did not throw a tantrum.”
My grin turns into a smirk. “Then what was that?” I ask, raising my brows in question.
He leans up, staring at me. “Or does someone need to get punished for slapping me?”
I run my hands down his biceps, feeling his muscles. “What kind of punishment?”
“Oh, you know, a pounding kind.”
“Oh no. Don’t do that,” I say in a sarcastic, scared voice.
He pushes me softly down onto the bed as his weight shifts above me, straddling my center. He pins me beneath him, staring down at me with his eyes dark with desire. The friction of him rubbing his hard cock on me increases my arousal.
“How bad of a punishment will I get?” I ask in a high-pitched voice with a soft frown.
His dark eyes lock onto mine. “A very hard one,” he says, leaning up and stripping his shirt off. The soft, ambient light is glowing through the curtains and glistening off his pecs.
“No. Please don’t,” I say in an innocent voice.
His lips curl while his hands drag down to my waistline. He pulls off my leggings forcefully, and I hear a small rip from a seam. This role play is too good to even care. My center pulses as he grips my hips, staring over me and licking his lips like he can’t wait.
I love our role plays. We’ve been doing them for a while now. After being married for so long, you have to change it up and get out of your comfort zone to keep it interesting. It was so hard for me at first to get into character because all it did was make me laugh. Over time, I’ve gotten better and so has the sex.
My eyes widen slightly as I drift my hands down his pecs to his waist, grabbing at his shorts. “I do deserve a punishment, sir.” I fist his shorts tighter. “Show me how much I deserve to be punished.”
In one smooth motion, Zay throws his shorts off, his cock springing out. His ridges pulse down his shaft.
I glide my hands down my body, grab my tank top, and throw it off. My breasts bounce as they become free.
Zay chuckles darkly as he presses his finger to my clit, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure. A small moan escapes my lips as he drags me into the moment. His motions quicken and my back arches. My orgasm is already peaking. How can it be? Then I try to remember the last time we had sex.Was it in Vegas? That was weeks ago. Our norm is at least three times a week. What the hell happened? That weekend couldn’t have dragged us down that much.
As my moans increase, he stops. My eyes go wide, staring up at him. “What the fuck?”
“Not yet,” he says sternly.
“Zay,” I say in a sharp tone. “Don’t tease me.”
He leans down, the warmth of his chest hits mine. “I just need to be in you. I can’t wait.”
I wrap my arms around him, lifting and spreading my legs.
His tip runs down my slit until he pushes himself into me. I catch my breath in my throat and let out a moan as he paces himself in and out. “Oh fuck, you’re so wet.”
“That’s what you do to me, baby,” I say in a ragged breath.
“This is supposed to be a punishment, miss,” he says with a deep, heavy breath.
I gasp slightly. “But sir, it is,” I say in a high-pitched voice. A gasp comes out again as he hits my G spot harder, quickening his pace. “Can’t you tell from my harsh moans?” I say, my voice on edge because damn it, it’s been so long I don’t think I can hold myself anymore. This role-playing has my body riled up and my body contracting against his thrusts.
