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His fingers slid through my folds and grazed my clit. “The way you’re always so wet and ready for me….” He slid two fingers inside, making it hard for me to focus on his words, his eyes darkening while he watched me writhe beneath him.
“A fresh face without makeup….” He removed his fingers and spread me wide, sitting back on his heels to appreciate the view before he dipped his head and smoothly licked me from slit to crack. I jerked at the contact, releasing a loud moan as his mouth teased me, and his thumb rubbed my clit.
“Jesse,” I whimpered.
It only took a few seconds before I fell apart, no match against his merciless tongue. I was still gasping when he stood up and pushed down his shorts, freeing his hard cock before he knelt over me again. I reached for him, but he batted my hand away. Warm hands coasted up my thighs and covered every inch of my skin before his mouth captured mine. Hot and demanding, his tongue lashed against mine, and he pushed my hands into the sofa above my head, entwining our fingers. “After ten thousand hours of research….”
“Ten thousand hours?” I asked breathlessly.
“I’ve concluded that Quinn Cavanaugh….” He swiped his tongue over my bottom lip then sucked on it. “Is sexy as fuck.”
“Hmmm. Really?”
“Mm-hmm.” With a groan, he pushed inside me in one powerful thrust, and I nearly choked on the fullness, but I met him thrust for thrust.
It was too much, but never enough.
And I thought there was nothing and no one sexier than Jesse.
The moto legend. The freestyler who was so reckless and daring, fearless on a dirt bike.
He was my friend and my soul mate. He was everything I’d always dreamed he would be.
Unforgettable. Irreplaceable. The love of my life.
If only I could be his too.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Jesse
It was raining again,and my backyard was a mud pit. Too risky to practice my jumps. My phone buzzed with a message, and I did two more pull-ups, my legs parallel with the ground before I released the bar, and my feet hit the rubber mat on the garage floor.
I snatched up my phone from the weights bench and took a seat while reading Quinn’s message.Are you hungry?
Are you offering dessert?
Jesus. Why did I have to make everything sexual? I wanted her all the fucking time. I couldn’t get enough. That was the problem.
I carved my hand through my hair and watched the dots on my phone, waiting for her response. They started and stopped. Started and stopped.
Instead of a message, she sent a photo. She was lying on her bed in one of my T-shirts, her hair spread across her pillow, biting her lip. Her eyes were hooded like she was coming down from an orgasm.
And that was all it took. Just a photo of her face, her pillow-soft lip clamped between her teeth, and my dick was at half-mast.
Nice T-shirt.
Quinn: I stole it from some guy. I can’t even remember his name, but I do remember one thing about him…
What’s that? His huge cock?
Quinn: I was going to say that he was good with his tongue, but okay, we’ll go with huge cock.
Where did you learn to be so naughty?
Quinn: I’ve been schooled. Do you think I deserve a spanking?
Fuck. I was a bad influence. Not that I was complaining.
