Page 114 of Deliverance

“Do we have to wait?” she says with a sarcastic huff.

I smirk, pushing her knees back and popping that pussy out more for me. Leaning down, I stick my tongue out, taking one long lick of her release before coming to her mouth. I slip my tongue against hers and she groans as we fight for dominance. Pulling away roughly, I rest my forehead against hers.

“Just one more taste,” I say, like I’m bargaining with myself before I dive back between her legs.

Bridgette wraps her thighs around my head, digging her hand into my hair as she grinds herself against me, and I savor her like the delicacy she is, not stopping until she comes all over my face.

Chapter Forty One

Bridgette

The rest of the wedding was lovely. Heartfelt toasts, first dances, and a cake cutting that turned into an all-out food fight that was single-handedly Liam’s fault. He took a huge piece of cake and smashed it into Vincent’s face, and it was all over from there.

It was a wonderful day, but I’m so glad it’s over. Skyla and her…men? Husbands? Whatever she calls them, Maggie is relieved of her maid of honor duties, leading us to this moment.

My knee bounces in the passenger seat of her blacked out car when she reaches over, resting a hand on my knee to steady it.

“Easy, baby B. You nervous?” she asks as she parks the car.

I scoff, like that idea couldn’t be more ridiculous.

“No,” I huff. “I’ve been fucked before, Maggie. Plenty of times.”

Her eyes rake over me from head to toe, goosebumps spreading across my skin as her pretty pink lips pull up into a smirk.

“Not by me, you haven’t.”

With that, she slips out of the car, shutting the door and causing me to jump from the impact. Holy fuck. Does she realize how hot she is when she says shit like that? Of course, she does. She clearly does it on purpose. She has more game than any man out there. No wonder I’ve seen her with so many women over the years. They never stood a chance.

Before I can open my door, Maggie is there, offering her hand to me. Smiling to myself, I slip my hand into hers as I step out of the car. She laces our fingers together as she begins walking us to our dorm. I can’t help but look around us, waiting for Maryia to pop out around any corner.

“Aren’t you worried she will see us?” I ask as we make our way inside.

“Maybe I should be.”

“But you’re not?” I question.

“At this particular moment, the only thing I can think about is stripping you bare and getting you under me.”

I feel my body physically react to her, my pussy literally pulsing at her words as she hits the elevator button. I’m surprised she’s acting so calm. She felt so bad for so long the last time we hooked up. I heard every word of their fight; they didn’t break up. On the verge, sure, but Maggie and her are still very much together. Yet it was my pussy she was rubbing against, mine that she plans on fucking in the next three minutes, and I won’t even pretend to be a good person who is concerned about the idea of it. Sneaking around is fucking hot.

The instant we step into Maggie’s room, all sense of composure flies right out the window. We pounce on each other much like we did in that coat closet. Usually, Maggie is the dominant one when we’re in bed for the sake of experience, but something in me wants to fuck her as bad and as hard as she clearly wants to fuck me.

Pushing her onto the bed, I climb on top of her, lifting my dress up to bunch around my hips as I grind myself against her.

“Fuck, baby. You trying to be the one to fuck me tonight?”

“Maybe.” I smirk against her lips.

Her mouth lifts in amusement.

“Not tonight.”

Before I know what’s happening, she’s flipping me on my back, taking me from on top to beneath her in half a second. She smirks to herself before her hands lift to the back of my neck, pulling at the string of my dress. It comes undone easily and Maggie chases down the newly exposed skin like she can’t let an inch go untouched.

Her lips trail up and down my neck, across my chest, before sucking my nipple into her mouth. She nips at me, and I groan, rocking my hips against her.

“My girl loves a little pain with her pleasure, doesn’t she?” Maggie taunts.