Page 49 of Play For Keeps

It is sensory overload. I widen my legs and angle my pelvis up to make room for him between my thighs. His tongue expertly sweeps inside my mouth as his hand roughly massages my chest. He continues to taunt me with his erection, grinding it into my wet center. Arousal flames through my body, straight to my core.

He breaks the kiss to slip my tank top over my head, smirking when he realizes I’m not wearing a bra. “Fuck, you are perfect,” he says before sliding lower down my body, dragging his fingers down my throat to the center of my chest before taking a nipple into his mouth. “I want to play with these gorgeous tits while I go down on you.”

I breathe out hard, grabbing his hair, needing something to hold on to. “I bet you’re wet for me,” Jake says in a voice laced with desire. “I bet you’re soaked.”

He isn’t wrong. I’ve been sexually deprived for so long, it’s not surprising I am drenched. I gasp when he flicks his tongue in an agonizing rhythm over my nipple, teasing the stiff peak until I’m writhing underneath him.

My God, this man’s tongue. I can’t imagine what he’s going to do with it when he moves further down. With one last flick of my nipple, he kisses me chastely then moves down the length of my body, his big hands massaging and grabbing as he goes, handling my worked-up body like an expert. My head falls back against the pillow, savoring every touch. I want his hands everywhere. I want to be able to tell him what I want, what I need, what feels good. And it feels like I can ask for all of that with Jake without judgement.

I’m trembling in anticipation as he leans back on his knees between my legs and reaches for the zipper of my jeans. He unzips me, slides the denim down my legs, and tosses them to the floor, leaving me in only my black lace thong.

“Grip the bed sheets tight,” he instructs, and I do what I’m told, fisting the fabric in my hands. “I’m going to lick you until you’re trembling and begging me to stop.”

Jake pulls the lace down my thighs, his inked arm flexing, a tattoo of a staircase winding around his smooth, golden skin like ivy. Then he licks a path up my thigh and presses a kiss to my center, where I’m already slick and needing him the most. My whole body goes up in flames when he licks a long, hungry line through my folds, his hands firmly holding my thighs open. He devours me, ravenously taking care of my needs.

I moan and whimper as he consumes me with his tongue, licking and sucking while I rock my hips over his face, back and forth, again and again. I move, desperately chasing my release. “More,” I beg when he pauses with an intoxicated grin and runs the scruff of his jaw against my thigh before devouring me again. Edging me. Then eating me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.

I’m helpless, losing control. And growing wetter by the second. “Don’t stop. I’m almost…”

I grip the sheets tighter as Jake inserts two fingers inside of me while sucking me with relentless, greedy moans. And then I’m breaking apart, a kaleidoscope of colors and bright lights rippling through me, heart pounding, body trembling, crying out, my body clenched around him.

I inhale a breath as Jake sits up, pulling my mouth to his in a slow, lingering kiss. His gaze is heated when he pulls away. “So fucking beautiful.”

A lazy smile drifts across my lips as he guides his cock between my thighs, teasing my entrance. Jake’s dick is hard and heavy. One hand is gripped tight around the base while the other shuttles up and down his shaft to the head, where he squeezes out a drop of liquid arousal.

My eager lips part and I open up my mouth to him. I stick out my tongue watching him swipe his arousal from the tip then I suck his finger into my mouth.

“So fucking hot,” he says, leaning down to kiss me. His eyes an even darker green than normal. “I’m going to make you come again. But this time on my cock.”

I’m dizzy from his filthy words. I’m drowning in blissful agony, waiting to see what he does next.

Jake grabs his wallet from his sweatpants, fishes out a condom and then returns to kneel between my thighs. He covers himself as his gaze coasts down to where I’m spread open for him. “So fucking pretty, and look at how wet you are for me."

He presses a finger into my arousal before lining himself up. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Please don’t.”

“Thank god,” he says, sinking in. He pushes in slowly, but confidently, and I moan as he stretches me in the best way possible until he’s all the way in.

“Look at you, taking every inch of me like a good fucking girl,” he praises, and I’m already on the edge of coming again. This man and the things he says. This is what I’ve been craving. This is what I’ve been fantasizing about. A man who wants to please me in bed, who whispers the filthiest things in my ear as he fucks me. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I feel like I’m holding on for dear life. I want to be Jake’s good girl. So. Damn. Much.

He angles himself even deeper as he plays with my tits. I’m moaning, back arching, watching his abs flex with every thrust of his pelvis. His dark eyes are fixed on me, my hands gripping the muscle of his thighs. He groans. I shudder. A moan escapes my lips when he pinches one of my nipples, my body turning to liquid.

“Look at me, Ev. Eyes on me, baby.”

I gaze into his eyes as his thrusts come quicker, causing every nerve ending in my body to ignite. His head falls back, a desperate moan escaping his lips, and I squeeze around him as he drives in and out of me in a quick, punishing pace. I can feel the size of him—Jake is big— but his size stretches me and strokes me at a perfect angle, owning my pleasure like he was made to please me.

My body starts to tremble when his finger works the sensitive spot between my legs in sweet circles. He doesn’t stop. Jake slides into me, in and out, as his finger works me at a relentless pace. With every thrust, I am lost in the feeling, in the sounds our bodies make as they come together. And that is all it takes. I’m crying out his name, coming around his cock, and it’s even better this time.

“Fuck.” Jake’s voice comes out in a growl. A groan shudders through him, and his abs tighten. His body goes rigid as he loses all control, filling the condom inside of me. His fingers tighten around my legs as he keeps pumping his hips through his release, taking everything he can. When his body stops shaking, he collapses on my chest, skin slick, our bodies still joined. He softly kisses my neck, and then his big arms wrap around me, holding me tight. We stay like this for several minutes before he finally lets me go.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” Jake walks into my bathroom giving me the best view of his ass. When he crawls back into bed after taking care of the condom and flicking off the light, he lies on his side, and I curl into him.

“You were worth waiting for,” he whispers into my hair before gently pressing a kiss to the edge of my forehead.

I nuzzle in closer, placing my hand on his chest. We’re wrapped up in each other’s arms, in a tangled mess of naked limbs and bedsheets. My eyes grow heavy as I drift off to sleep.

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