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Back Walk on the Wilder Side Save as PDF
Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. 7
  10. 8
  11. 9
  12. 10
  13. 11
  14. 12
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  36. 34
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  38. 36
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  40. 38
  41. 39
  42. Epilogue
  43. Excerpt from Wilder With You
  44. Also by Serena Bell
  45. Acknowledgments
  46. About the Author

I lift my head, letting my hand do the work my tongue was doing, because I need to see her face.

And I’m so glad I do, because she’s even prettier like this, all undone, head thrown back, mouth open, eyes closed, cheeks flushed.

I start to move away, to stand up and help her put herself back together.

“No. Wait.”

She reaches for me.

“Rachel—”

“Please. Just let me.”

No argument here. She runs a thumb over my boxer-briefs, over the swollen head of my cock, then untangles me from my shorts.

“You have a nice cock,” she says, which catches me somewhere right between a chuckle and a shudder of pleasure. And then she wraps her hand around it, cool and sure, and her fingers are way prettier there than on that silicone model I’ve seen her handle. It probably would have been enough to put me within three strokes of bliss, even before she pulls her hand back, licks her palm, and goes to work again.

The sexiest part is that she’s watching, too, watching her hand fist my cock, my head emerge, shiny and taut, a new droplet forming. Her lips are parted, her tongue peeking out.

“Rachel.” My voice breaks.

She opens her eyes.

“You might want to—”

I’m not sure what I was going to say. Stop, maybe, or duck, or grab a paper towel.

But Rachel has the situation in hand—literally. “Shhh,” she says. “I gotcha.”

Some guarded thing in me lets go, and suddenly I’m coming in long shuddering waves, lashing her palm. It’s one of those deep orgasms, the ones that feel ripped up from the bottom of your spine, that go on and on in waves.

My knees buckle and I lower myself to the rock beside her, pulling her closer.

She tilts her face up and smiles at me, shy and real. “Never a dull moment.”

Then she leans her head on my shoulder, her hands still cupping me, and makes a small humming sound, like happiness.

Me fucking too, Rachel, I think. Me fucking too.

18

Rachel

We clean up, then dry off in the sun, then get dressed and pack up our picnic. I’m relaxed and contented, and haven’t thought for hours about the train wreck that is my old life.