Page 47 of Miss Understood

As if he can sense my carnal desire, he leans over and wraps his hand through my hair, pulling my face to his for a kiss. There’s no more holding back. Nothing between us. Desire fought for closeness through tongues and limbs. I reach up and start undoing the buttons on his shirt, needing his skin on my own. Electricity hums through me as his shirt falls away, followed by his slacks.

He stands tall, and I take in his strong, muscular frame. His dark skin plays in my thoughts, and I need the heat of him on me. His thumbs slip into his briefs, and he pulls them down in a swift movement.

My memories didn’t do his thick cock justice. The deep cut of his abs draws a line to his massive staff that’s bobbing my direction.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

A wicked grin stretches his face. “That’s the plan, babe.”

Jesse bends down and lifts me by my thighs to scoot me farther back on the bed. He kneels between my legs, and I watch as he slowly rips open the foil wrapper and rolls the condom down his shaft before bending down and hovering a breath away from my mouth.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to come before I’m inside you.” He nips at my bottom lip.

I lift my hips and graze my wet center against the head of his dick. “Then get inside me already,” I tease with another thrust that presses him at my entrance.

Jesse’s eyes darken as a growl rumbles in his chest. Hooking one arm behind my knee and pulling it up over his shoulder, he grabs the base of his dick with his other hand and rubs its head over my clit. My body shocks with pleasure as he runs it down, pausing for only a moment before he thrusts in and impales me with his full length.

“Holy shit,” he grumbles against my neck.

It feels so good I think I might be blacking out.

“You feel so fucking good.”

His hips swivel, and it undoes any last bit of tension I’ve been holding on to. My body stretches around him, and I already feel on the brink again.

“Harder,” I pant.

Thinking is impossible—not that I want to think. His mouth, his body, his cock. He’s taking me, holding me, claiming me.

Consuming me.

Sweat slicks between us as he thrusts with enough force that our bodies climb the bed until I’m pinned between him and the headboard. He swings his other arm behind my knee, cradling my legs up against my chest as he slams in harder.

Stars fill the room, whole galaxies swirling overhead. I’m floating in outer space, tethered only by the tension building in my center. Jesse shifts his hips, and his dick slides perfectly against that bundle of nerves that cries out for him.

My head falls back, but he pushes forward and claims my mouth. Eating my scream as his thrusts get heavy and uneven, forcing me to look at him. Our lips are panting an inch apart as we breathe the same breath.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers into my mouth.

It makes me feel something more than his dick throbbing inside me. And it’s what sends me over the edge with him right after.

What’s sex, what’s more. What’s physical, what’s not. What’s real, what’s a lie, what’s truth, and what’s a dare. It no longer means anything.

It’s all mixed up, and there’s no going back.

“Best donuts in Seattle,” I moan as I take another bite.

Jesse raises an eyebrow. “Should I be offended that I’ve never seen you as aroused as you look right now? And that includes us fucking last night.”

“Sex is good,” I say, and he narrows his eyes. “Sorry, I mean—sex with you was incredible. But come on, these are donuts. Have you even tried them?”

He takes a bite and makes an exaggerated face as he chews it, mocking me, swallowing it down with a hard gulp.

“So?” I ignore his little show.

“Good.” He shrugs, leaning closer. “But your pussy tastes better.”

I swat him on the arm and roll my eyes. “You’re vulgar.”

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