Page 116 of California Wild

Jesse groaned against her pussy, the sound vibrating through her. “That’s it, baby,” he praised, his grip tightening. “Give me more.”

She was gasping now, breathless, every sound a melody of pleasure. And then—she did it.

She sang.

Not words, not lyrics, just the raw, unfiltered sound of her voice, pouring out of her like a song, a moan that rose and fell with every flick of his tongue, every precise, relentless stroke.

Jesse fucking growled. “That’s my girl.”

His hands gripped her thighs, his mouth devouring her pussy, desperate to pull every last sound from her throat.

“Jesse,” she sobbed, her body tensing, thighs shaking, her stomach going tight.

“Come for me, baby.” His voice was thick, hungry. “Let me hear it.”

She came apart.

A cry ripped from her throat, high and perfect, her entire body bowing off the bed. Jesse held her down, his tongue and his fingers working her through it, his groan vibrating against her as she pulsed beneath him.

He didn’t stop until she was spent, until her hands slid from his hair, her chest rising and falling in erratic waves.

Jesse kissed his way up her body, slow, thorough, dragging his mouth over her stomach, her ribs, between the valley of her breasts, before finally capturing her lips in a deep, bruising kiss.

“You,” he breathed against her lips, his fingers still tracing the tremors in her thighs. “And your pussy are so fucking perfect.”

Hayley let out a weak, breathless laugh, her fingers brushing over his jaw, nails scraping against the golden stubble.

“You’re insane,” she whispered, voice still wrecked.

Jesse grinned, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose. “You love it.”

And when she didn’t deny it, he smirked, his hand already slipping lower again.

“Think you’ve got another one in you, rockstar?”

His mouth claimed hers again, his grip tightening, his fingers pressing into the soft curves of her body, mapping her, memorizing her. Every inch of her was heat and need, her breath ragged against his lips, her hands pulling him closer, like she was just as desperate as he was to drown in this.

To forget.

To feel.

And when she finally melted beneath him, when her body arched into his, her breath hitching, her lips parting on a soft moan—Jesse knew she understood.

She was the only thing that had ever felt real.

And he wasn’t ready to let her go.

Jesse didn’t think—he just moved.

He kicked off his sweatpants and boxers and settled between her legs, pressing her into the mattress, the weight of him pinning her down. She gasped, but he swallowed it, groaning low as he pushed his hard cock into her pussy, one rough, perfect thrust that knocked the air out of both their lungs.

She was still wet, still pulsing from the last time.

Still his.

Messy and beautiful, her auburn hair spread across his pillow, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, her skin flushed with heat.

She moaned as he drove his cock into her again, harder now, his hips slamming into hers, his grip punishing on her waist as he rocked her up the bed.

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