So Not Meant to Be

by Meghan Quinn

“That’s true. Being late just means you’re either a ‘time bender’—that’s a real thing—or you don’t care about other people’s time. And time is the one thing in life you can’t get back.”

“You’re glistening, Kelsey. Your breath is uneven, your body is yearning for more, and I know for a fucking fact, that if I spread your legs, I’d find a wet cunt, begging for me.”

“Tell me how you’d suck me in the pool.” My lungs feel heavy as they work harder for air. “I would … I’d have you hold my hair. I’d expect you to grip it hard, guiding me as I lower my mouth to the tip. I’d swirl my tongue, around and around.” His pelvis moves against my back, the movement so small that it can’t possibly do more than drive him nuts. “And then I’d ask you to spread your legs so I could play with your balls while I take your length all the way to the back of my throat.” “Baby …” he whispers. “Would you gag?” “I would. But I’d do it all over again.” “Fuck,” he breathes as his fingers slide over one side of my pussy, but never dip inside. “I’d play with your taint. I’d drag my fingers over the seam of your scrotum. I’d lick the length of your cock, and then repeat that until you tug on my hair, showing

me you can’t take it anymore.” “Your devil tongue would make me want to come sooner than I prefer.” He dips his finger to my arousal, barely touches my clit, and then removes his hand completely, bringing it back to my stomach. “Nooo,” I groan. “JP, don’t move your hand.” “Are you trying to tell me what to do?” he asks as he lightly moves his fingers over my breasts, circling my areolas, but never giving me what I want. “Yes, you’re making me so hot, so wet.” “Good.” His hand moves back between my legs and rests there, his palm cupping me, his fingers present, but not doing anything. “Would you let me come in your mouth?” “Yes.” He presses down on one finger, then the other, switching between the two and driving me so fucking crazy that I feel sweat drip down my back. “Would you swallow?” “Yes,” I answer, my voice pleading in desperation. “Good girl,” he says, then he spreads me and presses two fingers to my clit.