Page 22 of Once Upon A Second Chance
"Christ, Penny—" My voice is ragged.
She rolls her hips, taking me even deeper, her nails scoring down my back. "More. I need more. I need all of you."
So I give her everything. I give her my huge throbbing cock and spare her no mercy as I fuck her as hard as I can, trying to make up for twelve years of being apart.
Our bodies find a rhythm like no time has passed at all, our fucking being like coming home again; our pleasure mutual and intense.
She arches her back to meet me thrust for thrust, her breath hot against my neck, her moans sending sparks down my spine.
"Look at me," I grit out.
Her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine. The intensity in them nearly undoesme.
"I’ve got you," I promise.
Her fingers tighten in my hair. "Cum with me this time."
It’s all the warning I get before she clenches around me, her orgasm crashing over her with a cry. The sensation rips through me, my own release following hard and fast, my hips stuttering as I spill into her.
For a long moment, neither of us moves, our breaths mingling, our hearts pounding in sync.
Then Penny exhales, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
"Still got it," she murmurs, smug.
I laugh, dropping my forehead to hers. "Never lost it."
She hums, her legs still wrapped around me, keeping me close.
And for the first time in a long time, everything feels right.
Chapter Six
Penny
The first thing I notice is the warmth.
The sunlight hits my body on the bed at just the right angle to warm me up to discomfort.
Oh, God.
Last night wasn’t a dream.
I squeeze my eyes shut, as if that might undo the last twelve hours. But the evidence is undeniable—the soreness between my thighs, the bite mark on my shoulder, the way my sheets smell like him.
Richard Hogan was in my bed.
Again.
I grab the first clothes I find— a long sleep shirt in the top dresser drawer—and yank it on before padding into the kitchen.
The house is too quiet, the only sound Bijou’s nails clicking against the hardwood as she trots after me.
Coffee. I need coffee before I deal with this.
But when I turn the corner, the scent of freshly brewed coffee already fills the air.
And there he is.
