Page 123 of Ruled Out

She nods quickly, and I can’t help but let my smile grow wider. The look of pure pleasure painting her face somehow finds its way to me, inflating my chest.

When I withdraw my fingers, she whimpers at the loss. Her eyes quickly fall to my mouth, and she watches me lick my favorite flavor from them.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. My cock can fill you up good too. This time, I want you to ride me, but go slow. I want to watch the way I satisfy you.”

When I fall to my back beside her, she climbs over me, straddling my hips and lifting up onto her knees.

She takes my cock into her hand and pumps it once, lifting her eyes to mine. “This reminds me of the time I straddled you in your car at the theater. I wanted to sink down onto you then too.”

As she lowers herself, she has zero hesitation, taking me all the way inside her until I bottom out.

Mia throws her head back and rocks her hips over me once, twice, and on the third time, she moans into the silence of the room. “Oh my god, you feel so good, Jessie.”

I bring my hands to her hips and steady her, wanting her to take from me what she needs, happy to let my body show her how special she is.

“You gonna come for me?”

Her hands come to my shoulders as she continues to ride my dick, slow and deep. I know I’m not far away from coming inside her.

“I’m so close. I can feel it building,” she gasps.

When she loses rhythm, the overload of an orgasm crashing toward her, I take control and sit up slightly, drawing up my knees and spreading them apart. “I got you, baby. Let go for me, Mia. Come all over me.”

On a cry that I’m sure everyone in downtown Seattle can hear, she comes hard, and I feel the way she drowns my dick, tipping me right over the edge with her.

“I’m coming too.”

Continuing to rock over me, she makes sure I’m fully finished as I shudder beneath her, digging my fingertips into her soft flesh.

Pieces of her hair stick to her slick forehead as I roll us over and hover above her, my cock still deep inside.

With a gentle kiss to her forehead, I rest mine against hers, our erratic breaths mingling. “I love you.”

“I know you do,” she says, running a hand through my messy hair.

Tipping my chin up with her finger, she asks me for the eye contact she knows I’m struggling to give right now, as my mind is racing with confusing emotions. “Always.”

The eighteen-year-old Mia, sitting on the hood of my car and asking for the same thing, flashes in front of me. Except this time, it’s not a question.

With every goddamn ounce of me, I want to say it back. I want to promise her my always. I want to promise her I can hold it together.

I swallow thickly as she watches me fight a battle with myself.

“It’s okay, Jessie. I’m not asking this time. I’m telling you. You came back to me, you fell in love with me, and I fell right after you. It’s okay to trust me when I say it’s forever.”

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

JESSIE

Jensen

You home?

Me

Yeah. Why?

Because I’ve been standing outside your door for the past five minutes. I know it’s not for another six months, but I’m buying you a smart doorbell for your birthday.