He hums against me in answer. “You’re so fucking pretty like this for me,” he purrs, pressing a finger inside of me, then two. “I can’t wait to fuck this perfect pussy. I can’t wait to feel you hug every inch of me. I bet you’ll fit me like you were made for my cock.”
I’m not sure when I start shaking. All I know is that I’m spread open for him, barely holding myself together when he talks dirty to me like that, and he’s down there like he has no intention of letting me come back from this anytime soon.
I can’t hold off my orgasm anymore when he curls a finger inside of me, finding that sensitive area that sends me over the edge. My thighs tremble around him, and my hands find his hair, desperate for something to hold on to while the rest of me dissolves. My breathing is shallow and broken, catching every time he changes the pressure of the rhythm of his tongue against my clit. I arch without meaning to, my body chasing more, and he answers with a slow drag of his mouth that sends a bolt of pleasure straight through my spine. My vision goes blurry, everything inside of me coils as he pulls me apart in the most devastating, beautiful way imaginable.
Jesse finally lifts his head, and the look on his face is possessive. His lips are wet, his eyes are dark. He moves up my body in a slow, unhurried glide, his mouth trailing soft, lingering kisses along my stomach to the underside of my breasts. By the time he reaches my neck, the world is tilting.
He braces himself above me, leaning down to kiss me. “You are so pretty when you come for me. I could watch you fall apart like that for hours.”
“I wouldn’t complain. Not even a little.”
“No,” he says, thumb stroking along my bottom lip, “you wouldn’t. You’d beg me to keep going.”
He kisses me again and my hands glide into his hair, pulling him closer. “Jesse,” I whisper. “That was…God.”
“Good?”
“Good?” I breathe, half laughing because my body hasn’t fully rejoined the conversation. “I think you broke me.”
His low chuckle sends another shiver down my spine. “Madi-girl, I’m just getting started.”
Heat floods my body all over again. Whatever restraint he just had is gone and his eyes grow darker and hungrier. And as he settles between my thighs, I realize I’m about to learn exactly how dangerous it is to want a man like Jesse Winters.
My fingers curl around the back of his neck, pulling him closer for another kiss. When he pulls back, his voice drops into something so filthy, it sends a fresh tremor through my already wrecked body. “Now,” he says, thumb stroking my jaw. “I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve.”
My breathing stops.
“And you,” he adds, “are going to take every inch I give you.”
TWENTY
Jesse
It’s insane to me how fast this girl has taken me from zero to one hundred.
In minutes, Madeline Ashcroft has me wound so hard, I’m shaking from it, breathing like I’ve sprinted a mile, every nerve in my body pulled tight and begging for release.
She’s sprawled out on the bed—naked, flushed, absolutely breathless from what I just did to her, the low lighting turning every line of her body into a work of art. Her hair’s a mess, her chest is rising and falling quickly, and her thighs are still trembling from the orgasm I dragged out of her.
And I am so fucking hard it hurts.
There is a sharp, pounding ache in my balls like my body is one breath away from giving up on restraint entirely. I can’t remember the last time I felt this close to losing control. Maybe never. My whole lower body feels tight, swollen with the kind of need that’s impossible to hide.
I drag in a ragged breath and let my eyes devour her.
Her lips, swollen from kissing me, the delicate slope of herneck, the soft rise of her breasts. I growl under by breath when my gaze dips down to her dusty rose-colored nipples and then lower, to her perfect bare pussy. My mind spirals with the memory of how her walls tightened and trembled around my tongue when I fucked her with my mouth.
“Fuck, Mads…” I brace a hand beside her head, breathing hard. “If you’ve changed your mind—if you don’t want this—now’s the time to tell me.”
If she asks me to stop, I will. But after having a taste of her, I’m needy for more. I trail my hand over her chest, squeezing her nipple between my thumb and my forefinger. She tilts her hips up, just a little, rubbing her center against my cock.
“Yes or no, Mads. I need to hear it.”
“I want you. I haven’t changed my mind,” she breathes. “Please. I want to feel you from the inside.”
I lower my forehead to hers, breathing her in, anchoring myself in the feel of her body underneath mine. “Good girl.” My mouth brushes her ear, nipping at the lobe. “Now open up for me.”
Her pupils dilate and her eyes darken to a whiskey-brown. Teasing her, I drag my fingers along her opening, slow enough to make myself insane. “Right here?” The second I touch her, she’s trembling under my hand, so wet and ready. “Is this where you need me?”
