Page 145 of Jesse's Girl

God damn. So fucking responsive.

I’m watching her every move, every twist of her features. I shift the angle of our hips and, on the next stroke, a delicious, liquid moan rips from somewhere low in her chest.

“That’s my fucking girl,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.

Her pussy clenches. She’s wound tight already, and I can’t wait to see her come undone.

“You’re perfect, Ada.” I brush my thumb over the knot of her delicate throat and smile, trying to memorize everything about this moment. I plunge in again with a groan, bracing her weight against the wall, and pull down one strap of her dress. Freeing her breast, I cup the soft weight in my palm. “Mmm. So fucking perfect.”

She grinds her hips, and I sink into her, rubbing against the tight walls of her pussy. I pinch her nipple, then dip down to take it between my teeth.

“Jesse, fuck!” she cries, her gasps coming faster with every flick of my tongue.

I break away and take her mouth in a burning kiss. With every thrust of my hips, my tongue meets hers, our swollen lips colliding—messy and wild. Urged on by her sweet moans, I grab a fistful of her hair and tug her head to the side, dropping to her neck again to taste her skin.

She slides one hand between us, rubbing quick circles on her clit, and squeezes her legs around my waist. “Don’t stop. Please.”

Oh, Jesus. Yes.

“Not a fucking chance,” I grit out, jerking her up against the wall with each pounding stroke.

Her breathing turns rapid, skittering out unevenly, and her pussy clenches. I know she’s close. I love knowing that about her—love everything about her. I drink in her taste, the sounds she’s making… My own orgasm is gathering with every panting breath, every touch of her tongue, every new angle of her hips. I can’t seem to get deep enough. Close enough. I want to lose myself inside her.

I chase the feeling, speeding up as my control starts to crumble.

Ada cries out as her muscles convulse around my cock, her hoarse voice filling the empty space around us when she shatters. Her cunt twitches through wave after wave of pleasure, and she sounds almost tormented.

“I know,” I murmur against her cheek, devouring every gasp, every twist of her features. I try to slow down—just enough that I don’t overwhelm her. “It’s too much… I know… I know…”

But, oh, God, the way her pussy pulses. When the next wave hits, her nails dig so hard into my back that I think she might draw blood. But I couldn’t care less—I’d give anything to make this moment last.

“Jesse!” she practically screams.

And that’s it for me. If I thought I could slow down, I was wrong. Some untethered part of me takes the wheel, relentlessly pounding inside her, giving her everything I have left. My moans join hers as I go over the edge, thrusting harder and faster than I thought possible.

As we slow and shudder together, I press my sweat-damp forehead against hers. Ada’s shaking breaths fan over my face—the only thing I can hear aside from a distant pulse of muffled bass music and laughter. I want to lap up every drop of this moment. Of her. Imprint the taste of her skin in my memory. Because holding her like this is the only thing dulling the cruel knife that twists inside me when I think about leaving in the morning.

I brush my nose against hers and kiss her, soft and slow. As her supple lips melt into mine, I sink against her, knowing there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

I don’t even see it coming—see her throw her walls back up.

Until she shoves me in the chest.

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ADA

“Stop. Stop kissing me, Jesse.”

Stricken, he slides out of me and stumbles back.

I almost feel bad for the indignity of it.

Quickly tucking himself back into his pants, he zips his fly. “What the hell, Ada?”

“No. No more kissing.” I adjust my panties and tug my dress back into place. “No more fucking. And no more sappy feelings talk either.” I whirl around and reach for the door. “I can’t do this.”

Fuck this. He’s hours away from going back to Australia. What are we even doing?