Page 69 of California Wild

Exactly how he wanted her.

As she came down, breathless, twitching beneath him, Jesse pressed one last, lingering kiss between her thighs.

Then, with a slow, satisfied smirk, he pulled back, crawling up her body, bracing himself over her.

Hayley was still catching her breath, her lips parted, eyes dark and glazed, cheeks flushed, the picture of pure, wrecked perfection.

Jesse’s fingers traced her jaw.

“Don’t forget this,” he said. “Don’t forget me.”

And then, before she could answer, before she could say anything at all, he kissed her deep, dirty, claiming her completely.

Jesse knew he had minutes left. He could already feel the time slipping away, the reality of his deployment tightening around his ribs like a vise. But when he moved to pull away, Hayley’s fingers curled around his wrist, tugging him back.

He barely had time to react before she was pushing him down. She was on him, straddling his hips, her thighs pressing tight against his sides.

His breath stalled.

Fuck.

She was still flushed, her skin dewy from the heat between them, her hair a wild mess down her back. Her lips were still swollen from his, her pupils dark and blown wide. She was bare, stunning, untouchable—but touching him like she had every right.

Jesse’s hands instinctively found her hips, fingers digging into the soft curve of her waist.

“Hayley—”

She leaned down and kissed him before he could say another word. Hard. Deep. Fierce.

Jesse groaned against her mouth, his grip tightening as she shifted over him, taking the length of his aching cock into hersoaked pussy. His body was a live wire, every muscle drawn tight, every part of him desperate for her.

This was them.

Always had been.

No rules, no promises. Just wanting, needing, taking.

But this time, it felt different.

Maybe that’s why she kissed him harder, why she rolled her hips over him, faster, needy, her nails scraping lightly down his ribs.

Jesse’s head tipped back against the pillows, his breath ragged.

“Hayley,” he warned, his fingers tightening on her. “You know I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

Her lips curved against his jaw.

“Then don’t,” she whispered.

And then she was riding him hard, taking every inch of his fucking cock inside her.

Jesse cursed sharply, his grip turning bruising as he filled her pussy, stretched her, felt her clench tight around him.

“Fucking hell,” he ground out, his voice rough, broken. His eyes dragged over her, taking in the way her breath hitched, the way she bit her lip, the way her fingers pressed against his chest for balance.

She was always so fucking perfect.

His hands moved up her thighs, over her waist, up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as she rocked over him.

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