Page 105 of Jesse's Girl

One hand braced on my hip, he reaches the other around in front of me, grasping my breast as his hips buck forward. He lets out a low moan of satisfaction as he buries himself inside me again. “You’ve got me, Buttercup.”

The nickname takes a moment to register but, slowly, confusion cuts through the haze of wet, hot need. “What… what did you just call me?” I sputter.

I swear I hear a low chuckle from behind me, and he pinches my nipple, tugging it lightly. He drives in again, filling me, stretching me, and I can’t help but cry out.

Did he just reference The Princess Bride while fucking me? Again?

“What, you mean Buttercup?” His hips jerk forward again.

I groan, pushing my hips back, utterly unable to maintain my indignation.

A low rumble comes from Jesse’s throat. “You called me Farm Boy. It’s only fair.”

“Jesus…” I breathe, managing a rueful shake of my head before sagging into my elbows, overcome by the sensation of him slamming inside me.

“Figured I can’t call you Princess,”—he thrusts again—“or you’d fucking deck me.”

I can practically hear the stupid grin on his face.

“Decking you,” I say, grinding into him, “is not off the table.” My eyes roll. Sure, it might mostly be from the pounding of his cock, but it’s got to be at least ten percent snark, because I’m determined to brush off that cheesy fucking nickname and, more importantly, the way it felt to hear Jesse say the words just before it: “You’ve got me.”

Why did that feel so… good?

“Ada,” he bites out, “hold onto the table.”

I reach shaking hands across the wooden surface and curl my fingers around the far edge, my blurred gaze landing on the empty chair where Jesse eats his breakfast.

Welp. I’m never gonna be able to eat here again without getting turned on.

“Good girl.” The table shifts beneath us with each thrust of his hips. “Fuck, Ada. How do you fit me so perfectly?”

He pushes his fingers into the hair at my nape and grips tight, tilting my head back as he leans down. The planes of his chest mold against the curve of my back, his lips beside my ear.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” he whispers against my cheek before nipping at my earlobe.

I smile as warmth courses through my body.

Releasing my hair, Jesse straightens, fucking me faster. His huge hands knead the flesh of my hips and ass, bracing me in place as he hits the spot inside me that makes me hold my breath.

Oh, fuck. My orgasm is already building and… I squeeze tight, chasing it.

“Mmm,” he hums. “I can feel your pussy clenching. You gonna come all over this cock for me?”

Am I? Like this?

“Yes.” I barely get the word out as the sensation narrows, building to a peak, urged by Jesse’s relentless, slamming cock and the primal sounds coming from his chest. A shimmering, electric aura gathers inside me, pulling ragged gasps into my lungs.

“That’s my girl. Just let go.”

“I’m gonna…” I trail off, words no longer available. My fingers in a death grip, my elbows dig into the table as my entire body clenches and I flex my hips to meet him.

“Yes, Ada. That’s it.” He speeds up, unleashing himself. “That’s… fucking… it.” He bites out the words between his pounding strokes. “C’mon. Give it to me.”

I cry out as a flood of euphoria explodes from my core and spreads outward, enveloping my entire body. The tension melts from my muscles and I go almost limp, drowning in the rolling waves of delicious release.

“Fuuuuck!” Jesse’s grip tenses on my hips, his groan guttural as he comes hard. His powerful thrusts dig my hip bones into the table’s edge but, in this moment, the pleasure is so intense that I couldn’t care less about the bite of pain.

When he finally slows, he bends to kiss my back. “Mmm, you’re incredible,” he murmurs softly between my shoulder blades, his warm lips grazing my damp skin.

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