Page 126 of Jesse's Girl
“Jesse! Oh, God…” I whimper. “Please!”
He draws his thumb over my lips, slipping the pad into my mouth.
I lick it eagerly, dizzy with need.
“Just wanted to hear that one more time,” he says, his voice low and rough. “You’re so fucking pretty when you beg.”
I lift my addled gaze, practically salivating.
When he releases my hair, I dive down and take him deep. His groan of pleasure sends trembling waves of sensation through my core. My lips and tongue slide over his thick length, one fist following along in a slow rhythm while my other hand works my clit. Drawing back, I spit on his cock, pumping and twisting my fist until he’s slick with it.
His inhale is sharp. “Oh, Jesus… Ada…”
I take him into my mouth again, speeding up my pace, and his hands are in my hair, guiding me gently.
“You’re so good at that,” he murmurs. “So fucking good.”
I push a finger inside myself as I slowly fill my mouth with him, my moan cutting away to silence when he hits the back of my throat.
His fingers tense in my hair, but I can tell he’s holding back, not wanting to push me beyond my limit. His jagged, whimpered sounds tell me he’s getting close, and his self-control is crumbling.
“Fuck, Ada.” He hums with pleasure, the sound catching as his breath stutters. “Fuck… Stop before I come.” His expression is almost agonized. “Get over here.” He lifts me up and ravages my mouth with his. With one hand, he quickly coats the head of his dick in my wetness and hisses out a curse as I sink down, all the air leaving my lungs as I take him to the hilt in a single stroke.
I stay there, circling my hips to chase the friction against his skin.
“Yes,” he whispers. “God, I love how you feel when you do that.”
As I start to rise up and sink down, I bite his lower lip, tugging and licking and sucking however I can, somehow unable to get enough of him.
He grips my hips as he lifts me up and slams me back down over and over again. We move faster, my tits bouncing against his chest, his face buried in my neck. Each plunging impact seems to hit deeper.
When he starts thrusting up to meet me, I know he’s going over the edge.
“Fuck!” he cries out, tugging me down hard and wrapping his arms tightly around my back. He holds his breath for a moment as I move my hips in small circles, then he shudders with a long groan as his release spurts long and hot inside me. I tilt my hips, grinding against him to make it last, to take every drop from him.
As he slows, his teeth scrape over my shoulder. Suddenly, he lifts me up, pulling his cock from inside me.
“Ada…” he says only my name, his ragged voice reverent and spent, and flicks his tongue over my nipple. Dragging his fingers between my legs, he gathers the slick of his release as it trickles out, then shoves it back inside. “Mmm… keep that in there.”
I hum a soft moan, pressing into his touch.
He feathers smiling lips over my cheek, taking a moment to collect himself. “Well, that wasn’t very gentlemanly of me—coming before you could go again.”
“It’s okay, baby,” I reassure him, almost sighing the words. “I already came once.”
He goes still, lighting up with amusement, suddenly more alert. “Sorry, did you just call me baby?”
I cringe. “It just slipped out. Shut up.”
He scoffs. “So, I can’t call you Buttercup, but you can call me baby?”
He’s never going to let me forget this.
I groan, arousal and annoyance blending together. Still, I can’t help but tilt my hips, moving against his fingers, hungry for the friction he’s denying me. “You’re the worst.”
“The worst? A second ago, you were calling me baby,” he teases. He’s fucking loving this.
I roll my eyes. “God…”