Page 66 of Darlin'

"I am," I mutter, tilting my head back as I hold onto the towel wrapped around my body. The multitasking proves to be too much for me, and I jab myself in the eye with the wand. "Ow! Dang it."

"Hair done," Jesse notes in a suspicious hum as he pushes himself off the door frame. "Makeup..." He stands behind me, my ass brushing against his jeans as I dab a wet Q-Tip in the corner of my eye. He leans over, sweeping his hand down the length of my neck. He fiddles with my dangly earrings. "Jewelry..." I swallow, skin flushing from his hot touch as he whispers into ear, "Who you trying to impress, princess?"

"No one," I breathe, letting out a teensy little moan as he feathers his fingers across my collarbone.Shoot. Pippa is gonna kill me for being late. "Why? Worried about a little competition?"

"Hardly." Jesse smirks, a delectable glow of confidence and lust radiating off him as he pinches my nipples through the textured towel. He chuckles as I expel a whimper, squirming against his growing erection. "You know...it's very hard for me to concentrate on work when you're running around the house in a tiny little towel." Heat pools between my legs as he lowers his voice to a husky grumble, "Are you purposely trying to turn me on, princess?"

"Maybe," I whisper, leaning my head back against his stable shoulder as he continues to play with my taut nipples. Pleasure blasts through my veins. "Is that a problem?" I crane my neck up, casting him a combative smile as I bat my lashes with sass. "Daddy?"

"Remember what we talked about, princess," Jesse warns in a strained whisper as I rock my hips against him. "There are ways we can keep that mouth of yours real busy."

"Oh, I remember.” My pulse quickens as I reach behind and grab the outline of his hard-on, rubbing up and down the length with perfect pressure. I hardly have time to sprint around the block, but a little seventh-inning stretch ain't gonna kill me. "Mmm...someone's excited."

Jesse glowers at me in the mirror. "Don't start something you don't intend to finish, princess.”

"Lucky for you, darlin'"—I give him a sickly sweet smile and lick my lips, spinning around in his arms—"I always finish what I start."

"Fuck..." He peers down at me through thick, dark lashes,gaze flitting across my breasts as I unravel the towel and it drops to my feet. My brazenness catches him off guard, and I smirk, sinking down to my knees. "You sure you're ready for this, princess?"

"Mhmm," I hum, nearly salivating from the anticipation of finally tasting him. Jesse's throat grumbles as I unbuckle his belt and tug his jeans down, the tip of his dick springing out and nearly hitting me in the face.Down boy.I swallow, hesitantly and slowly wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft. Bravado wavers as I tilt my head up and ask softly, "How...how do you like it?"

Great. I'm making this seem like a coffee order. Non-fat with extra whip, please. Get it together, Savannah. Gosh.

"You can go slow at first.” He looks down at me, breathing heavily as his fingers comb through my freshly curled hair. I gasp when he grabs my roots and tugs my head back. "But I fully intend on fucking the shit out of that pretty little mouth." Crap. When my eyes bug out of their sockets, he smiles down at me, grazing my temple with his thumb. He lets out a soft laugh. "Don't worry, Savannah; I know you can handle it."

I nod slowly, mustering up the courage to forge ahead. It's been many moons since this mouth has seen any action, and I want to make him feel good. I want to make him crave me. I want to wipe his memory of all previous encounters.Savannah. Savannah. Savannah. That's all I want him to think. I want to leave a mark on him. A tattoo of my touch.

It's only fair.

With one hand massaging his balls, Istart off slow, testing the waters as I lick a path up from the base to the tip. He tastes salty and sweet and addictive, and I keep going, dragging my tongue up and down his shaft as he holds the top of my head, releasing a string of hushed grunts that spike my confidence.

"Shit," he grumbles, legs flexing as I flick and tease the tip, precum coating my tongue. "Fuck baby..." Opening my mouth, I look up at Jesse and inch forward, chest rising with excitement. "That's a g-good girl. Nice and?—"

But Icanbe bad. That's what he doesn't know. I can be a real bad, bad girl.

With no warning, I surge forward, his length disappearing into my mouth. "Fuck, princess," Jesse growls as my cheeks hollow, and I suck, stroking his shaft with the newly found rhythm. I close my eyes, moaning as he slips in and out, so wet, so tasty, so dang hypnotic. "Jesus..."

"Mmm..."

Drool slides down the corners of my lips as I pick up the pace, sucking harder, faster, my grip on his length tighter, stronger. His swollen balls swirl in my hand as his hard dick pulses in my mouth, and then, as promised, he cups my jaw and thrusts forward, hitting the back of my throat as I nearly gag.

Holy moly.

Tears roll down my cheeks, but I keep my lips parted, eyes open, as he uses my dutiful mouth, uses me, but I don't seem to mind. I like it. I like this.I like this?!I continue stimulating his balls as he pillages my mouth, cursing, grunting, dang near howling as he nears the end.

But I don't want it to be over. Not like this. I want to be the one that makes him finish.

Me.

Placing my hand on his stomach, I give him a slight nudge. Jesse's chest rises as he slows down, understanding my silent demand. With both hands wrapped around him, I stroke his shaft tenderly, sticking out my tongue as his whole body tenses, every muscle clenching, craving a release.

"Keep going," Jesse grunts, using the door frame for support. "Yes, just like that, princess...fuck..." He throbs between my wet, sticky palms, and with one final stroke, he bursts, shooting jizz right into the back of my throat. "Jesus fucking Christ..."

"So..." I lick my lips and swallow as I look up at him, exhausted and sweaty. "How was that?"

"Where..." Jesse looks down at me with a sated expression, dumbfounded, speechless, and out of breath. Just as God intended. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"The internet," I say, wiping the combination of sweat and tears and saliva off my chin as I stand up. Jesse blinks at me as I pick up my towel and rewrap it, cringing as I turn to face the mirror. "I look like I was caught in a rainstorm." Shaking my head, I pick up a cotton ball and dab some makeup remover on it. Jesse stands behind me, unable to form a dang sentence. "I'll be ready in ten minutes." I smile at him through the mirror. "You gonna drive me, right?"

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