Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail (Bright Falls, #2)

by Ashley Herring Blake

“There’s running from something,” Angela said, “and there’s running to something new.

“Really though,” Jordan said, “I loved creating. Bringing something to life like that, something other people will love? Magic.”

The way I feel when I’m with you. Like I’m twelve years old and going through my first crush. Like I might explode if I don’t see you, talk to you. Like I don’t care about anything else in this whole messed-up world but what you think about me. Feel about me.”

thought possible. The feeling built surprisingly quickly. Jordan increased the pressure, circling, then sliding, then rubbing. Astrid realized that Jordan was listening to the sounds she was making, adjusting her touch accordingly, and holy fuck, was it working.

Jordan’s fingers played at the crease in Astrid’s backside while she lapped at Astrid’s pussy, her tongue dipping into her entrance before her lips closed around her clit and sucked.

“Fuck,” she said, then said it again and again as Jordan’s mouth worked, slid, sucked. When Astrid finally came, she pressed herself even tighter against Jordan’s mouth, a groan rumbling in her chest as she shuddered, fingers clawing so tightly into Jordan’s hair, she worried she’d hurt her.

You’ve convinced yourself you don’t want it, because you think you don’t deserve it.

love doesn’t always think through the details. Sometimes, love just does.”

“Fuck,” Jordan gasped when their pussies met. She sank her hand in Astrid’s hair, tugged the already messy strands to the point that Astrid cried out too, the mix of that gentle sting with pleasure like nothing Astrid had ever felt before. She pumped her hips against Jordan’s, desperate for contact, for sensation, rubbing their clits together until they both came in a string of swears,