Page 88 of Jesse's Girl
“The bed…” I step out of my shorts and kick them aside.
He grunts softly in response, skimming his teeth over my shoulder. Kneading the flesh of my ass, he says, “So, this is what you’ve been hiding under that fucking miniskirt.”
“Uh-huh,” I say, then sharply inhale as he slips his hand between my thighs from behind and drags a finger through my slick center.
He groans, his voice rumbling against my neck. “Oh, my God. So fucking wet. Are you always soaked like this?”
I whimper when he pushes his finger inside me, then swallow hard. “For you,” I admit, “always.”
His low sound of approval makes my core clench. He pumps his finger gently. Too gently.
“Remind me… Why aren’t you fucking me yet?” I push my hips back, squirming for more.
“So greedy,” he says, his smile audible. He slides his finger out with a warning grumble and gently slaps my pussy.
“Fuck!” My voice is tight—needy and impatient.
He leans in close, his breath fanning over my skin as he noses my neck. “Oh, you liked that?”
I exhale something between a laugh and a moan. “Such an asshole, making me wait.”
He pushes two fingers inside me and starts pumping, slow and steady, and I widen my stance, desperate for more.
“That’s it,” he says. “Open up for me.” With his free hand, he grips my hip, steadying me. “I want you ready.”
Oh, Jesus Christ. I’m ready right now. I was ready when I knocked on your goddamn door.
I eye the bed. While it’s only a few steps away, we can’t seem to make it there.
I cry out softly as he adds another finger—filling me tightly, stretching me.
Fuck, that feels so good.
When I clench around him, he huffs a satisfied noise against my neck. “Yes, Ada.”
I squirm, pressing down against his hand. “Please…”
“Mmm, you want more?”
“Yes, God, I need you.” I make a desperate, mewling sound as his fingers speed up. “Need you inside me.”
He pulls away, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes.
I turn to face him, taking in his gorgeous body as he stands naked in front of me.
He’s incredible.
I step closer and reach for him, needing all of him.
He catches my hands and levels me with a dark glare. “Uh-uh. Bed. Now.”
Letting out a small huff of frustration, I back up until my calves bump the bed frame.
He follows slowly. He takes his cock in his hand, working lazy strokes and watching me with ravenous eyes as I lower down onto the mattress. “Look at you.”
“What?” I ask, blinking back at him.
“I’ve been imagining this for weeks,” he says quietly as he climbs over me, dipping down to kiss my collarbone. “Imagining you… naked… dripping wet… letting me fuck you.” He gently bites my shoulder, humming with pleasure, then drags his tongue up the center of my throat.