Page 99 of Jesse's Girl
I suck them with a needy moan.
“Oh, my fucking God, Ada,” he almost groans. “You gonna let me come in your mouth?”
I nod quickly when he slips his fingers out. “Yes. Fuck. Please.”
The moment he leans back, I dive down again, unable to get enough.
“Holy fuck…” he whispers when I drag my nails lightly over his balls, and his fingers tangle into my hair once again. When his control wavers and he pulls me down hard, I almost choke.
“God, look what you’re letting me do to you,” he says. “Such a good girl.”
His words cut through the addled haze and my cheeks flush with indignation. I snap my gaze up, self-consciousness prickling across my chest, but I can’t help but notice a traitorous pulsing between my legs.
Oh, fuck. Why did I like it when he said that?
Jesse seems to notice, because his hands cradle my face. “Did you like that?”
I pull back slightly, not sure how to respond.
“When I was filling your throat with my cock and called you a good girl for taking it?”
I moan around him, my vision blurring.
Oh, God. What in the actual fucking fuckery is happening to me right now?
“Hey. Eyes on me.”
I peer up at him again.
“Did it make you wet, Ada?”
Hating myself, I nod.
“Good.” His serious expression softens. “Because I love watching you like this: my cock between your gorgeous red lips, knowing your greedy little cunt is soaking those panties.”
With a muffled whine, I take him deeper again.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he rumbles.
His words urge me on and my strokes become frenzied—tighter, faster. I’m not sure how much more I can take. Tears stream down my burning cheeks, and I have to fight to relax my throat.
His thighs tense under me and he holds his breath, but I don’t stop—I speed up, licking and sucking him with a maddening hunger that feels dangerous. Untethered.
Jesse’s groan is everything as his release explodes. I swallow it all down, pumping more shallowly as he slows and starts to twitch. When he pulls me up, he wipes the tears from my cheeks and the smeared lipstick from around my mouth.
I climb into his lap once again, burying my head in his neck.
“Jesus, that was…” He chuckles as his arms circle my waist. “You okay?” he asks, holding me as our breathing slowly returns to normal.
“Yeah,” I whisper, kissing his neck.
“Fuck, that was amazing.” He smooths the hair back from my forehead. “You’re amazing.”
“Mmm.” I practically purr as I nuzzle against his hand. “I love when you do that.”
“You’ll have to specify which of my many moves you’re referring to,” he teases.
I grin against his neck and bite it gently. “I meant brushing my hair ba—you know what? Never mind,” I say, then snuggle closer, reasonably sure I could fall asleep right here.