“Jesus, fucking, Christ,” Jesse hissed out, his hands holding my hips and grinding me against him. His eyes were on my fingers, playing with the small nub between my legs. “Aaah, fuck this,” he said, flipping me off him so that I was lying on the ground, “I need in there, right the fuck now.” I giggled as he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down and then he was nudging my opening with his cock, the heated tip circling my entrance and making me gasp. He dipped inside of me and then swiveled his hips to rub my juices against my entrance.
“Condom,” I breathed out.
“Want you bareback, babe,” he grunted, sliding in a little bit more. “You on the pill? Because I’m clean, I swear to you, babe, and this is mine now,” he said, giving a short thrust against my entrance again. “You clean? You good?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m clean, and I’m very good,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed.
“Gonna fuck you now, Laney.”
“Okay.”
“Need to see your eyes, babe,” he muttered, placing a kiss on my lips.
“Okay,” I replied, my eyes opening.
He slid into my warmth and I trembled around him as he sank in deep. I was sore from the night before, yet his body soothed mine and I gasped as he slid back out before sliding back in. He grunted against my mouth.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he muttered. “So fucking good.”
“Right back at you,” I gasped.
“Fuck yeah,” he chuckled, swiveling his hips and making me groan. Stars danced just out of reach, and I knew I was close. I must have tightened around him, too, because he practically growled in satisfaction.
Jesse took my body in every which way, dragging the pleasure from me until I was a weak, throbbing mess beneath him, and then he came so hard he almost shoved me out from under him. He held my face, his hands wrapped in my hair as he panted against my neck, his hard length still throbbing and pulsing inside of me, and his thumbs trailing down the sides of my face.
“All mine,” he muttered.
“All yours,” I agreed, enjoying the way his nostrils flared at my words. “Always.”
