Page 88 of Once Upon A Second Chance
I’ve always been proud, always been in control, but with him, I’m helpless, lost in the sensations he wrings from me. There is no longer any question of who is in control now.
I can feel my pussy throbbing and my clit humming with pleasure as I approach the edge.
“Richard,” I moan, my voice desperate. “I—I can’t—”
“It’s OK. Let go,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot and damp. “I’ll takecare of you.”
And I do.
I let go, let the pleasure wash over me, let the orgasm crash into me like a wave.
My body shakes, my cries fill room, as Richard holds me, his hands steady, his mouth never stopping the sucking of my little nub.
When it’s over, I feel boneless, breathless, my heart pounding in my chest.
Richard kisses his way back up my body, his lips brushing mine gently and he lowers himself to hover above my open mouth and allows my own pussy juice to drip from his mouth into mine.
“You okay?” he then asks, his voice soft.
“More than okay,” I assure him, pulling him down for another kiss.
He settles between my legs, his weight careful, his eyes boring into mine.
His lips curve into a smile I can feel more than see.
"Good girl," he says, the words sending a flush of heat through me. He shifts his weight, beginning to position himself, his hands gripping my hips with purpose.
"I’m going to fuck you now, Penny. Hard and deep. Are you ready for that?"
I swallow, my pulse quickening at the raw honesty of his words. "Yes," I breathe, my body already arching toward him, craving the connection.
His fingers dig into my skin, grounding me, as he leans down to capture my lips in a kiss that’s both tender and demanding.
His tongue traces the seam of my mouth; I taste my pussy juice on his lips, a preview of the intimacy to come, and I melt into him, my hands tangling in his hair.
When he pulls back, his eyes lock onto mine, dark and intense."Spread your legs for me, little girl," he commands, his voice a low rumble.
I obey without hesitation, my thighs parting wide to welcome him. The cool air against my exposed skin heightens my awareness, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.
Richard’s gaze drops to the space between my legs, his expression hungry yet reverent.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, his breath ghosting overmy core.
He reaches down, his fingers brushing the dampness between my folds where he so recently licked and lapped at my juices, and I gasp at the contact, my hips instinctively rising to meet him.
"We already got you wet for fucking, didn’t we," he teases, his thumb circling my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
"You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About me inside you?"
I bite my lip, unable to form words, and he chuckles, a sound that’s both playful and dominant.
"Answer me, Penny," he insists, his grip tightening on my hip, so hard it’s almost painful.
"Yes," I admit, my voice trembling."I’ve been thinking about it all day."
His smile is triumphant as he leans down, his lips brushing my ear.
"Good girl. Because I’ve been thinking about it too. About how your body feels around me, how you moan my name when I fill you up, how my cock gets even harder when it starts down your tight little tunnel."
