Page 68 of California Wild

He pushed her legs open, settling his mouth between them. His tongue flicked against her exactly where she wanted him most. Her clit was still too damn sensitive from hours ago, but he didn’t care.

She let out a wrecked little sound, her head tipping back.

Jesse groaned, gripping her thighs, keeping her pussy open for him. “This.” He kissed her again on her clit, deeper, wetter,messier. “I want you to think about this when you’re on the other side of the world. On stage. In bed. Alone.”

Her fingers fisted in his hair, riding against his mouth.

Like she could stop him from leaving.

Like she could keep him here—mouth on her pussy.

Jesse licked her clit slow, savoring, memorizing the taste of her.

Then he pulled back, locking eyes with her.

“I want you to remember who you belong to.”

Jesse was a selfish bastard when it came to her.

He wanted to own every breath, every sound, every fucking tremor that ran through her body. He wanted to carve himself into her skin so deep she’d still feel him when she was halfway across the world. He gripped her hips so fucking tight that there would be bruises.

Jesse groaned low, a dark, hungry sound, hands keeping her where he wanted her. Pinned. Open. Bare to him. His mouth lowered, slow, torturous. His tongue flicked against her, barely a taste.

Her breath hitched, fingers sinking into his hair, her nails sharp against his scalp. That alone sent a bolt of heat straight to his cock, the way she reacted, the way she knew exactly what she wanted but still let him take control.

She whimpered, already restless beneath him.

Good.

He wanted her on edge.

Jesse smirked against her skin, nipping at the sensitive inside of her thigh. “You still with me, Fox?”

She made a sound between a gasp and a frustrated little growl, her fingers tightening in his hair.

“Jesse, don’t—”

He didn’t let her finish.

His mouth covered her completely, tongue dragging against the heat of her, licking her open, slow and filthy. His tongue moved in slow, teasing strokes, pressing, tasting, learning exactly where she needed him.

Hayley choked on his name.

Her body arched, her head tipping back, her hands sliding from his hair to clutch at the sheets. She was already falling apart. She didn’t know it yet, but this was his way of telling her everything he couldn’t say.

His mouth was fire and reverence, lips dragging over her clit, branding her with his tongue, his teeth, the heat of his breath. She was already shaking beneath him, her thighs tense against his shoulders, her hips arching as if she was trying to pull him closer. Like she needed him there as much as he needed to be there.

He flattened his tongue, licking one slow, deep stroke, groaning against her when she cried out, her whole body tensing. Hegroaned, his cock aching with how fucking perfect she sounded. That was what he needed. That sound. That reaction. Proof that she was his.

She tasted fucking sinful, hot and sweet on his tongue, and Jesse ate her faster and faster—like he was starving. Her nails scraped against his scalp. He groaned against her pussy, feeling her thighs start to tremble, feeling her body tightening, ready to break.

“Come for me, Fox.”

And she shattered.

Her back arched off the bed, her entire body shaking as pleasure ripped through her. Jesse didn’t stop. He held her through it, feeling every pulse, every tremor, dragging out every last second of her climax with his tongue, his mouth, his fingers gripping her thighs.

Fucking wrecked.

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