Page 125 of Jesse's Girl

When I do, my cheeks are burning.

“Whatever bullshit you’re telling yourself right now? Let it go.”

I shake my head and swallow.

“Let it go,” he says again. Those unwavering blue eyes stare into mine. “’Cause that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, God.” I drop my head into my hands before peering up at him. “Really?”

“Nearly came in my pants.” His earnest smile is everything.

I let out a surprised snort-laugh, the tension evaporating. “Classy.”

He pulls me in for a kiss. It’s slow, but heat builds between my legs at the slip of his tongue against mine. The tangy taste of my release on his mouth only heightens the promise behind it.

I can’t believe how at ease I am with him. How effortlessly he can wash away my insecurities.

“Arms up.” Jesse peels off my tank top, then my bra, lifting one breast and drawing my nipple into his mouth.

I push up on my knees, pressing toward him, and he sucks hard, sending an ache straight down the center of me.

Still teasing my nipple with his tongue, he unzips the fly of his jeans, freeing his cock. He strokes it slowly as I pinch and roll my other nipple between my fingers.

“Oh, God,” I whisper, drinking in the sight of him touching himself.

He releases me and drags his gaze up my body, reaching up to stroke my cheek. “You’re so fucking sexy, Ada.”

Leaning into his touch, I press my lips into his palm. When I turn back to him, something about the way he’s looking at me darkens. I hold my breath, waiting. I’m not even sure what I’m waiting for—until it happens.

I let out a small cry when he tangles his fingers in my hair, gripping firmly. My eyes lock with his, burning with need and heat and one unspoken word: Yes.

I reach for him, desperate to feel his steel heat in my hands, and oh, fuck, he’s hard. I dive for his mouth, kissing him like it’s a fucking crisis and he’s the answer to all my problems.

His fingers twine in my hair, tangling and tugging, and I give up control—I want him to show me exactly where he wants me. I can’t think anymore—I just want. And I want him.

I squeeze my fist and drive it up and down over his length. A drop of precum beads at the tip and I moan, massaging it into the head with my thumb. I’m desperate to taste him. I try to move down to do exactly that, but his grip tenses in my hair, holding me in place. “Jesse. Fuck,” I whisper.

Not this again. This delicious goddamn torture.

He grins. “Hmm… What is it? You want my cock in your mouth?”

“Uh-huh,” I almost whine. Hearing him say it floods me with a rush of need. I try to move down again.

He tugs at my hair, pulling my head back. “Then beg.”

Wet heat gathers between my legs. I fucking hate this. And I fucking love this. I try to move again, but he holds me steady, his grip unyielding.

“Beg for it.”

I think my eyes roll back in my head.

With his free hand, he reaches for mine, bringing it up to his lips. He sucks two of my fingers, then guides my hand between my legs. “And touch that beautiful, soaking wet pussy while you do it.” The look on his face is goddamn feral. “Show me how desperate you are for this cock.”

“Fuck…” is all I can get out, my fingers swirling over my throbbing clit. “Please,” I whisper, trying to keep it together. “Please fuck my mouth.”

When he finally guides me downward, the rush of relief is short-lived. He stops me again—just out of reach.

God, it’s so close.

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