When I woke up the next morning, it was to the soft, shimmery beams of morning light spilling in through partially closed dark brown curtains.

Dark brown?

I was in Jesse’s bed.

It took me a moment to remember this, given that most of my memories of the night before felt like a fantasy. Him, going down on me while I lay back on these very sheets, teeth clenched and cresting toward another orgasm. Him, kissing me tenderly as he pushed into me with long, slow, delicious strokes. Me going down on him, teasing that big dick nearly purple with need, until he grabbed me and…

It had been the most amazing night of my life.

What Kayla had heard was no exaggeration. There was not one part of last night that hadn’t been mind-blowingly-incredible. Consequently, I had come more times than I could count. In fact, I might even have climaxed more last night than I had in my entire relationship with Mark, and I was more than all right with that. Mark truly seemed like an embarrassing past mistake. A time when I had been so afraid of missing out, that I had been ready to settle for a man who was completely wrong for me.

I turned to see Jesse sleeping next to me. My heart clenched. There was something soft and angelic about a sleeping Jesse. He looked younger and somehow vulnerable as if he’d been abused and taken advantage of or suffered greatly, which of course, was just a trick of the light. Jesse was the least vulnerable person I knew. He was an Alpha, through and through. Nobody abused him!

I reached out to lightly trace my fingers over the curve of his sensuous mouth. Such a hot, insatiable mouth. A smile slipped onto my face as I remembered how much he loved eating my pussy.

Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open and he smiled as he met my gaze.

The smile was real and sweet, and it tugged at my emotions in a way Mark had never done.

He rubbed his hand over his face. “Morning, Princess. Sleep well?”

“Yes,” I assured him, snuggling against him happily. “You?”

“Once you let me get some sleep,” he mocked, wrapping his arms around me.

“Excuse me, who was the greedy one? You were the one who kept me up all night,” I protested with an indignant laugh.

He pressed his face into my hair, inhaling briefly. “You can’t blame a hungry man for eating after you put a very, very juicy steak in front of him.”

I wriggled against him. “Are you comparing me to steak?”

“The pinkest, juiciest, most insanely delicious pussy-steak in the world,” he murmured, as he slid beneath the covers and swiftly parted my legs.

I went to protest, my pussy was still swollen and a bit sore, but I remembered what he could do with his mouth and tongue so I closed my eyes and groaned as he began to work his way up the inside of my thigh, and toward my pussy.

Okay, I suppose I could live with one more time…

He slid his tongue in and out of my hole, mimicking what his cock did all night long. My hips started to move, begging for more. I wanted to be stretched again. To feel so full and tight. Then he started to eat my pussy, but in such a way, I couldn’t come. Until my voice became hoarse with groaning, calling his name and begging him to let me come. The heat inside me mounted and mounted. My hips ground against his mouth.

Then just as I was on the very edge, he pulled back and sat up on his haunches. His cock was throbbing and leaking, but his face was smug.

“What, why?” I asked almost incoherent with desire and confusion. I mewled at him as my body writhed and twisted. I was a panting, sweating, desperate mess. I needed to come.

Staring at the throbbing wet flesh between my open legs, Jesse smirked. “I want to watch, Princess. I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”

Instantly, my hand moved down to my opening, my fingers circling my clit. I didn’t even hesitate.

“Goddamn it,” he grunted as he fisted his cock and began to masturbate. “Your cunt is dripping, Princess.”

I felt a sensation of electrifying power run through me. Being watched by him gave me the confidence I’d never had. He didn’t find my thighs thick or my hips too round. He was undeniably sexually aroused by me. Last night he even called me beautiful. I rubbed faster as I watched him stare at my pussy.

“Jesus, baby. Do you know your cunt is pulsing? You want to come real bad, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I cried. “Let me come.”

“Not yet, Princess. I want to watch some more.”

I tried to hold back, I really did because I wanted to please him, but I was so desperate to come my body arched off the bed, and I screamed, “I’m coming, Jesse. I’m coming”

My orgasm was so powerful it was almost crippling. The next thing I felt was his cum shooting out and splashing, hard and hot, onto my stomach and thighs. I didn’t know why, but I had a certifiably crazy impulse then to smear his cum all over and into my pussy.

I didn’t close my legs and he fell between them and began to gently lap at my juices. He lifted his hands and pinched my nipples.

They were already hard and swollen as I groaned. “Please, Jesse. Stop. I won’t be able to walk if you carry on.”

“Tough.”

“My parents will be waiting for me.”

He lifted his head. “Shit. Okay. Do you need to call them?”

“Nah, I called my mom’s cellphone last night while you went down to the kitchen to warm up our steaks. I left a message that I’d be back sometime this morning.”

“Will she be okay with it?”

“I think so.”

“I’m pretty sure that I’m not the kind of guy your parents want you hanging out with.”

“Honestly, they’ll love you if they got a chance to meet you.”