Back Till Summer Do Us Part
Chapters (38)
  1. Full Page Image
  2. Copyright
  3. Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Epilogue
  37. Excerpt - Bridesmaid for Hire
  38. More Books by Meghan

Then I move down to her bare pussy and glide my finger over her slit.

“Shit,” she says, this time a touch louder.

“You’re so fucking wet.” I swipe at her slit again and then bring my fingers to her eyes. “See that? You’re wet and ready for me.” Then I suck on them. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head from the first taste. “Motherfucker,” I say right before I swipe at her pussy, lapping up her sweet taste. “Fuck, you taste amazing. Jesus, Scottie.”

I part her with my fingers and lose all semblance of control as the sweetness of her arousal overtakes me. Like goddamn honey. Matt never liked this? He has lost his goddamn mind, because I would live here. It’s obvious from the way I go feral as I try to lap up as much of her taste as I can. Soft, wet, fucking delicious, easily the best pussy I’ve ever eaten.

She tenses below me and tries to close her legs, but I keep them apart with a push while I drive long strokes over her clit.

“Fuck,” she moans.

“Louder, Scottie.”

I glance up to see her eyes squeeze shut as she shudders out a long breath. “Fuck,” she says louder. “Oh…fuck.” Her hand falls to my hair, where she pulls on the strands. “God, right…right there.”

“That’s it, baby. Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

“Sl-slower. Drag it out.”

I listen and slow down my tongue, applying pressure as I drag over her clit.

“Oh my fucking God,” she breathes out as she tenses. “Oh fuck, yes, Wilder. Oh my God, like that.”

I continue to stroke and stroke and stroke until her breathing becomes incredibly labored and her legs fall open, no longer trying to hide from me. That’s when I pull my mouth away and let her just feel.

Her eyes fall open, and she’s about to ask what I’m doing when I bring my mouth back to her clit, but instead of long, flat strokes, I press the tip of my tongue against her and flick.

“Jesus.” She shifts beneath me, and her hands fall to the sheets under us. “Oh God, what…oh fuck, what is…oh my God, Wilder.”

I flick harder.

Faster.

Her head falls back. Her nipples point straight to the ceiling. Her hands curl into fists as they grip the sheets.

“Oh my God. Oh fuck. Wilder, I’m…I’m…” She doesn’t get to finish her sentence, because her orgasm tips her right over the edge.

I push my fingers inside her and continue to ride out her orgasm, letting her walls contract around my fingers.

I envision that feeling around my cock.

I salivate over the thought of fucking her.

Of driving deep inside her.

Of pleasuring her with my piercings.

Giving her a new experience she’ll never forget.