Page 72 of Worth Every Game

I throw it to the floor and rest back on the piano, entirely naked except for the cowboy boots.This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for. Jack stands back and surveys me. He blinks, eyebrows shooting upwards like he can’t believe his eyes. “This is… you are…”

I smile, a sense of power surging through me at having rendered him speechless.

“I want to take a photo of you like this.” His voice is so full of awe that he sounds dizzy with it, making a rush of arousal blast from my hips to my extremities. The idea of letting him do something so reckless has me almost shaking with desire. With need. I feel so wanted right now that the sensation is too much for my body to contain. It makes me lightheaded.

“Do it,” I whisper.

Jack’s eyes widen. “Really?”

I nod, my body little more than a quivering mess of needy desire as Jack takes his phone from his pocket.Fuck, this is dangerous.He pushes my legs apart a little more, and I feel the slickness between them increase as he takes a picture. He comes in close, then steps back to get all of me in the frame, taking more photos as he moves around the piano. I must look absolutely wanton, and I fucking love it.This is me reclaiming my sexuality. Each time his phone makes the little shuttering noise a jerk of arousal sparks at my clit.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters as he finally puts the phone back in his pocket. He settles himself between my legs and places a hand on each thigh. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he purrs, and his eyes darken, smouldering with a deadly heat before he dives between my legs.

He slides his hands under my bum, tilting my hips up. His tongue swipes eagerly from my arse all the way up to my clit, and energy sizzles through me.Oh, my God, Jack Lansen is eating me out. The thought makes my libido spike and my head falls back on a moan, collapsing against the piano as he devours me, his tongue dipping between my folds and spearing into my entrance, sucking and licking, sending need spiralling through my body faster than he can satisfy it, driving me to a frenzy that makes my legs spasm and my toes curl.

As though he knows I need more, he hauls me deeper into his mouth, sliding me closer to him, curling two fingers into me, creating pressure inside whilst working ravenously with his tongue on the outside, playing my body like a musical instrument. It feels incredible.So fucking worth it. Worth every game and more because this man knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t ever…oh—” The warning tingle of an orgasm grows low in my hips, expanding and pulsing. I rock into his chin, forcing myself against him harder, deeper, driving my clit into his mouth as his fingers pump inside me.

“You taste… so fucking sweet…” The low growl of his words vibrates against me, sending frissons of pleasure into my hips.

“Oh… oh…” I moan and grab his hair, forcing his face into me, riding him, shifting to get the pressure just right… working myself against him. Pleasure rises and falls, flows and ebbs with each shift of my body, and I chase it desperately. Jack eats me more vigorously, bringing me right to the edge of my orgasm.

My thighs tense, clamping around his ears, and he hums against me, not letting up as he continues to lick and suck.

“I’m close,” I whine, my voice thin and desperate. “So close—”

He pulls away, and I squeal his name. “Jack!”

“Wait. Wait for me,” he says, and I push up to see him fumbling at his trousers, undoing them.

We’re going to have sex? Here?

My hips rise off the piano, straining towards him. I’m so eager for him... to feel him inside me. I’ve dreamed of this moment, brought myself off to this moment, and now that it’s really happening, it can’t come fast enough.Hurry up.

He fishes a condom from his pocket and at least four more fall to the floor.

“How many people were you planning on fucking tonight?” I ask, attempting to mock him, but instead sounding hopelessly breathless.

He kisses me roughly, each swipe of his tongue slaking my desire, before he pulls away to tear the packet open with his teeth. “Just you.” He doesn’t look at me as he releases his dick from his boxers. God, it’s beautiful. The slit on the flared tip is practically gaping, and there’s pre-cum glistening in the hole.

“How many times?” I say with amazement, and as his gaze locks onto mine, a lopsided grin haunts his lips.

“As many times as you’ll let me.” He rolls the condom on and shuffles towards me, his trousers still around his ankles.

He drags me closer to him, my legs dangling off the piano, and slides the tip of his dick up and down my slit, making me ache with need.

Seeing him there, standing between my legs, watching the way his dick moves over me with rapt admiration, only makes it worse. I’ve never needed to be filled so badly. I could scream.

“You are so fucking wet,” he rasps, nudging his tip inside me. I wince as he slowly sinks deeper, stretching me.He's so big.“All right?” he queries.

“Uh-huh. I’m okay,” I breathe.

“Can you take a little more?”

God, yes. “Please,” I beg.

His voice is rough with desire when he asks, “Can you take it all?”

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