Back Reluctantly Yours
Chapters (71)
  1. Epigraph
  2. 1. Barrett
  3. Barrett
  4. 2. Chloe
  5. Chloe
  6. 3. Barrett
  7. Barrett
  8. 4. Chloe
  9. Chloe
  10. 5. Chloe
  11. Chloe
  12. 6. Barrett
  13. Barrett
  14. 7. Chloe
  15. Chloe
  16. 8. Chloe
  17. Chloe
  18. 9. Barrett
  19. Barrett
  20. 10. Chloe
  21. Chloe
  22. 11. Barrett
  23. Barrett
  24. 12. Chloe
  25. Chloe
  26. 13. Barrett
  27. Barrett
  28. 14. Chloe
  29. Chloe
  30. 15. Barrett
  31. Barrett
  32. 16. Chloe
  33. Chloe
  34. 17. Barrett
  35. Barrett
  36. 18. Chloe
  37. Chloe
  38. 19. Barrett
  39. Barrett
  40. 20. Chloe
  41. Chloe
  42. 21. Barrett
  43. Barrett
  44. 22. Chloe
  45. Chloe
  46. 23. Barrett
  47. Barrett
  48. 24. Chloe
  49. Chloe
  50. 25. Barrett
  51. Barrett
  52. 26. Chloe
  53. Chloe
  54. 27. Barrett
  55. Barrett
  56. 28. Chloe
  57. Chloe
  58. 29. Barrett
  59. Barrett
  60. 30. Chloe
  61. Chloe
  62. 31. Barrett
  63. Barrett
  64. 32. Chloe
  65. Chloe
  66. Epilogue
  67. FOUR MONTHS LATER
  68. Sneak Peek
  69. Thank You
  70. Also by Erin Hawkins
  71. About the Author

I rock my hips against his hand, wanting his fingers inside me, but he pulls his hand away. Gripping my hips, he encourages me to move up his body.

“Hold onto the headboard,” he instructs.

I shift my body forward, moving my knees past his chest, then his shoulders. Barrett lifts me the rest of the way. My knees are now spread on either side of his head. I’m hovering above Barrett’s face. There’s no doubt he can see everything.

“Are you sure I’m doing this right? I feel like my ass is on top of your mouth.”

“You’re doing it exactly right,” Barrett’s rumbles from beneath me, his hands gripping my ass now to hold me in place. “You’re fucking gorgeous sitting there. I can’t imagine a better view.”

“You’ll tell me if you can’t breathe?” I ask. “Wait, how are you going to tell me if you can’t breathe? If you can’t breathe you won’t be able to talk.”

Also, my quads are on fire. Barrett must realize this.

“Chloe, stop hovering.” He presses on the tops of my thighs. “Sit on my face and let me take care of you.”

He makes it sound so simple. So, I do what he says.

Any insecurity I had about this position is quickly erased with the first swirl of Barrett’s tongue on my clit. Sweet baby Jesus, that feels amazing. It’s the same as before, yet totally different with me on top. I manage to find a balance between a thigh workout and being a complete dead weight.

“I love knowing this pretty pussy is mine.” Barrett sucks hard on my clit.

We find a rhythm, his tongue, my hips, and I think I’ve got it all figured out, my orgasm is on the horizon, until I shift my hips too far forward and his tongue licks me there.

The sensation, foreign yet scintillating, sends me shooting up like a rocket.

“Oh my God, you just licked my asshole.”

I can feel Barrett chuckle beneath me.

“I know. That was the plan.”

“Oh. I thought maybe I messed up.”

“Did you like it?” he asks.

I think about it for half a second.

“Yes.”

He licks me again, rimming me with his tongue, and this time I embrace the sensation. Liquid heat pools in my low belly. My skin dampens with the desire that is overwhelming my body. I’m dizzy with pleasure.

He shifts me down, his mouth now capturing my clit.

From behind, I feel his finger sweep wetness from my pussy to the puckered bud of my ass. He swirls it there, causing the ache in my core to build. I don’t know what it will feel like, I’ve never had anyone put anything in my ass before, but something tells me it’s going to be good and the urge to press against his finger is strong.