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“That’s right.” Jesse releases me, and I watch over my shoulder as he removes his shirt. He folds it neatly, then loops an arm around my waist and places it beneath my knees.

“The apron bothering you?”

“No,” I say.

Jesse takes my ass in his hands again, then bends over and draws his tongue from my clit up to my entrance, sending shivers over my body. He leans back and slides two fingers inside me, groaning as he does.

“You should see yourself,” Jesse whispers. “You’re such a needy girl.”

“Fuck me,” I say. “Please, Jesse. I need you inside me.”

“You need me?”

“I’m craving you. Like a fix,” I manage.

Jesse hums his satisfaction. “You’ll get your fix,” he says. “And then some. But first…”

He fucks me with two fingers at first, then three, using his other hand to focus on my clit. He works my pussy like we’ve been doing this for years, and I’m already arching toward him, drumming my tennis shoes against the stairs, beating my palms on the landing.

“Jesse, I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”

I don’t hear his response because I’m already over the edge and squeezing through an orgasm, tense and elated, my body aching, my mind blanking out.

Jesse grabs me around the waist again and lifts me, turning me in his arms like I weigh nothing. I cling to him, arms around his neck, the apron blocking skin-to-skin contact. I pluck at it in frustration, and he laughs.

“You want me to tear this off you too? I’ve ruined too many of your clothes.”

“It’s already ruined.”

Regardless, he sets me on my feet, lifts the apron strap over my head, then reaches around and unties it so that it falls free.

I’m exposed, my top a band of fabric around my waist, my nipples erect in the cool air.

Jesse unzips his pants and moves toward me. He pins me against the wall, lifts one of my legs, and holds the base of his cock, angling it toward my glistening entrance. “I want to make you come again,” he says. “But I can’t wait any longer to be inside you.”

“I’m on the pill,” I whisper.

It’s been over a month, so we’ll be safe, but this will be the first time I’ve ever done anything without a condom.

“You sure?” Jesse asks.

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

He presses the tip inside me, and I cry out because it’s even better without a barrier between us.

“Such a tight fit,” Jesse says, working his finger over my clit again. “Fuck.” The head of his cock is thick and hard, and it pulses inside me once. “I’ve got to make you come like this. I want you to come, Angel.”

“Baby, please.”

We’re both transfixed on the spot where we’re conjoined. Him inside me, the tip, his finger working my clit, the sounds we make. I’m so close to breaking a second time, it’s ridiculous. Jesse and I have been together for thirty days. We should be raw. We should be bored with each other. But I’ve never been so turned on and ready for him.

He’s kept his promise of making me come and never letting me do it for myself.

“I want to watch that sweet, hot cunt come on my cock,” he says.

“Jesse.”

I pant.

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