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She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands, silently begging for him to increase the pressure, to give her more.

Instead of giving her what she wanted, he removed one of his hands and popped the button on her jeans. The zipper released as he slid his hand inside, burrowing beneath her panties until he found her wet heat.

CHAPTER 17

Cassie wanted his hands everywhere all at once. And his mouth.

His finger circled her clit as his other hand continued to massage her breast. The fabric from her bra added to the sensation, but she wanted it out of the way. That went double for her jeans. Why had she packed jeans anyway?

“Do you want more?” Jesse asked, whispering in her ear.

“Yes.” The word came out more as a breath, but she knew he’d heard her.

Instead of giving her more, though, his hands stopped moving. “Yes, what?”

It took her a moment to realize what he was talking about. “Yes, Sir. Please, more. Touch me more.”

The next thing she knew, she was lying flat on her back on the couch, and he was hovering over her. She blinked up at him, trying to get her bearings.

Cool air teased her heated flesh as he removed her jeans and threw them to the floor. She was naked from the waist down in a matter of seconds.

In the past, she would have been looking for something to cover up with, but now, with Jesse, she felt the opposite. She spread her legs, giving him a clear view of her sex. He rewarded her by placing a kiss on her clit, then giving it a slow lick with the tip of his tongue.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, wanting to keep him there, but he had other plans.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes, baby.” Jesse crawled up her torso, pushing her shirt up as he went.

Cassie lifted her arms as he maneuvered her shirt over her shoulders and head. The only stitch of clothing she had left was her bra and she had a feeling it would be gone soon, too.

His lips captured hers in a searing kiss that left her toes curling. He lifted her leg, securing it around his waist. The fabric of his jeans scraped against her sensitive skin, sending tingles of need coursing through her. She could feel his hard length pressing against her and she wanted his jeans out of the way. She didn’t want anything separating them.

But she couldn’t say anything. He had her mouth occupied. She tried to convey what she wanted with her body, but he either didn’t understand or was choosing to ignore it.

Jesse pulled the straps of her bra down her arms, restricting her movement. She dug her fingers into his sides since that was the only place she could reach.

His tongue continued to dominate her mouth, demanding she kiss him back with as much passion. She was so hot.

He finally broke the kiss and stared down at her for a long moment. Then, he got up from the couch and removed his clothing. His erection stood straight and proud. She wanted to taste him.

“May I taste you, Sir?”

Jesse paused, then took a pillow from a nearby chair and dropped it on the floor in front of him. “Kneel on the pillow.”

Cassie rolled off the couch and kneeled on the pillow. She knew from her research that kneeling before your dominant was a common thing in this lifestyle, but before today, Jesse had never asked her to do it.

He combed his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head. “You want to suck my cock, baby?”

The body part in question was inches away from her face and her need to take him into her mouth increased. Her sex pulsed with desire, a primal urge she didn’t understand. “Yes, Sir.”

Jesse knew from when they’d gone over their lists that she’d only done this a few times before. She didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t something she’d ever thought she’d crave. Yet, here she was, the need to suck his cock so strong she was almost willing to beg.

He ran his thumb along the base of her jaw a few times before taking a small step forward and bringing his erection to her mouth. His thumb pulled at her lower lip, and she opened her mouth. His cock slid inside.

It was warm and had a hint of saltiness. But it was more than that. She couldn’t explain it. A rush of heat surged between her legs as she took more of him in.

Both of Jesse’s hands settled on her head as she moved up and down over his length. She experimented using her tongue to lick, then sucking like she would on a straw. Every now and then, she’d feel his fingers flex against her scalp. At first, she’d thought she’d done something wrong, but then she’d hear his breath hitch in the same way he did when she’d kissed her way up his chest the night before.

As Cassie continued, she gained more confidence in what she was doing. Her movements became more bold. He liked that, too.

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