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Back Melting For You
Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Epilogue
  44. Acknowledgements
  45. About the Author

The thud of his knees hitting the plush carpet wipes every thought out of my head except for anticipation. Mr Ruinsky loved to eat me out. It was like he could never get enough, he would say that he played better if he could still taste me when he stepped out onto the ice. And who was I to fight that? I was a twenty-year-old who had never gotten head before. Now he looks up at me once again from between my thighs, his eyes half lidded as he nuzzles against my thigh inhaling as though he’s found the sweetest aroma. Always a tease, he pulls my underwear down my legs slowly. He has all the time in the world apparently, not the one night I have promised.

“Liam, do something. God, please I need it,” I beg aimlessly into the otherwise silent room.

“So sweet when you beg Sunshine.” He smirks, finally pulling my underwear off completely, tucking them into his jeans pocket.

With his eyes still locked onto mine he dives in, licking me from bottom to top. Once he has a taste it unleashes something. I don’t know if it is from years apart or if he has developed even more love for eating pussy, but he lets out a growl before burying his head between my thighs. He makes a mess of me, his tongue fucking into me for a few seconds before switching to licking and sucking at my clit. The sounds of him lapping at me mix with the moans I fail to hold back. One of my hands threads into his hair, he moans against me as I tug on his longer locks and the vibration of the sound triggers the first wave of my orgasm. I am on the cusp and he can tell because he slides two of his long fingers into me as my thighs begin to shake around him.

While I recover I enjoy the view as Liam pulls his shirt over his head and finally unbuttons his jeans. He must be uncomfortable, his dick is big and those jeans are so tight I’m surprised he even has enough blood in his brain to stand, never mind anything else. I gather enough sense to unhook my bra. I might come again just from the way his eyes drop to my chest and he licks his lips. Why does he have to be so sexy? How does he still have this effect on me after all this time?