Page 61 of Darlin'

"More," I whimper, and obediently, like a loyalsoldier, Jesse plunges another finger, hitting the spot that short-circuits my dang brain. "Ahh..."

"Fuck, I love the little sounds you make," Jesse pants, his other hand finding my breasts and stimulating my hardened nipples as he swirls a freaking cyclone of pleasure inside of me. "You think I don't hear you in your room, Savannah?" He picks up speed. "I hear you, princess."

"Oh my God...don't stop..." Jesse yanks his hand away aggressively, and I open my flustered eyes. "What..."

"Not so fast.” He peers down at me like a starved animal, and then rolls me to my back, pinning my arms above my head. He grins, watching me squirm. "Is this how it's done in that little book of yours?"

I lick my lips and nod, my foolish gaze flitting down the raging bulge masked by a measly piece of unwanted fabric. His chest rumbles as he chuckles.

"See something you want?"

I nod again, incapable of speaking.

"Good, because—" His grip on my wrist tightens as he smirks, arching down to my ear. "If you're going come, princess—" His tongue glides across the edge of my jaw until his lips crash against mine, and he sucks damn near all the oxygen out of my lungs. His kiss is rough and sloppy and hard, and ho-ly crap, I'm on freaking fire. "It's going to be on my fucking cock."

I might need to be rebaptized after this.

"Please," I whisper against his succulent lips as the dull ache in my core returns with a vibrating vengeance, his dirty words rattling my soul. "Jesse..."

"Well..." He expels a low, taunting laugh. "Since yousaidplease." He releases my wrist but keeps his eyes locked on mine. "Let's take these off, huh?" My heart batters against my ribs as he slides off my jammies, his hungry gaze soaking in every inch of my naked body. I blush, feeling exposed and vulnerable as he studies my body, but the way he's looking at me...makes me feel brave. Sexy. Beautiful even. He subtly shakes his head, licking the fingers that were just inside of me.Have mercy."Christ, Savannah..."

"Your turn," I breathe out, biting my lip as I innocently tug on his boxer briefs. There's no going back now. This is the deep end. And I'm ready to dive right in. "Off..."

"Yes, ma'am." Jesse grins, knowing exactly where his strengths lie. He loops his thumb under the waistband, slowly sliding off his boxers. My eyes widen with shock and mild concern as Little Jesse springs free.Littlemight not be the correct adjective because...holy freaking guacamole.Amusement clips his lips as he grins down at me, tossing his drawers to the side. "Don't worry, princess, it'll fit."

"Or—" I reach out, touching his veiny erection like it's an exotic animal that's about to pounce and attack.Oh boy..."Or you'll split me in half."

"We could..." Jesse grunts, closing his eyes as I absentmindedly, gently stroke his impressive shaft. "We could always stop."

Is that a joke?This train has left the station, and there's no way in hell it's gonna turn around. In response to his idiotic suggestion, I tighten my grip, and his eyelidsspring open from the mild pain. Couldn't bethatpainful unless pain makes the bastard smile.

Jesse cocks his head, raising a playful brow. "Or not..."

"Look at you," I say, batting my lashes. "Using that big ole head of yours."

"I think I preferred it when you weren't talking," Jesse teases. His gaze darts to my mouth, and he smirks. "Thisbig ole headcan think of one solution to remedy that problem." He gives me an evil little smile, finding my clit with his thumb and rubbing it. I gasp, closing my eyes and tilting my hips up in an instinctive response. "Or I can play with your pussy—" He slips two fingers inside of me, twisting at the perfect speed. "But never let you come."

"You wouldn't," I say between euphoric pants. He stops, and I open my eyes, frowning. "That's just plain rude."

"Oh, I would." Jesse grins, leaning across my inexperienced body and grabbing a condom from the bedside table. "Butif youaregoing to be talking..." He rips the corner of the foil with his teeth, discarding the packet. I stare at the daunting length dangling in front of me, calculating how the world this is going to be possible. His tone drops, deep and hoarse. "You might as well be screaming my name." Jesse licks his lips, hovering on top of me, one hand wrapped around the base of his dick. Like a looming death sentence, he asks, "Ready for me, princess?"

The man drives a damn hard bargain. And I hate that I love sales so much.

"Mhmm..." Hesitantly, I bring my knees up, guidingJesse as he slides through the slickness on the apex of my thigh and settles between my legs. His tip brushes against my sex, and I swallow, placing my delicate hand on his chest. I look up at him, asking in a soft, faint voice, "Gentle, okay? It's been...it's been a while."

"Don't worry, princess—" Jesse inches closer, and a trembling moan escapes my parted lips as my walls constrict around his throbbing length. He growls, grabbing the nape of my neck, one hand on the bed frame. Before he surges forward deep, deep inside of me, he rumbles like a chariot from the underworld, "I'm going to stretch you outreal nice."

And boy, does he ever.

"Jesse!" I cry out in a whimper, digging my nails into his back, clawing and scratching as sweat collects on his forehead, dampening his hair. With every debilitating thrust, every strangled groan, he keeps his word, my walls molding to fit the monster between my legs. "Oh my God..."

"Jesus," he rasps, tugging on my hair, the strangely intoxicating pain mixing with the exhilarating bliss building in my core. "You're so fucking tight..."

"Harder," I beg, locking my ankles around his torso as the pressure builds and grows and threatens to overpower me. "Fuck me harder."

"Good girls sayplease," he grunts, slamming his lips against mine, our tongues flicking and frolicking like hooligans lost in the night. He bites down hard on my bottom lip, and a metallic taste lingers in my mouth. He leans back on his heels, fucking me senseless as he massages my clit. "Are you a good girl, princess?" I cry outas he freaking tortures me. And as I near my peak, I feel him pulsing inside of me, his own release mere seconds away. "Say it, Savannah. Say it for daddy."

"Please," I whimper as he quickens his pace, our flesh slapping together, the room filling with a musky, earthy scent. "I'm gonna?—"

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