Page 110 of Your Second Chance
I reached up, pulling off his shirt, fingers roaming over his thick, hard chest. He took up so much space on the sofa, commanding every inch of it.
“So long,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his neck. “It’s been even longer since I’ve had you all to myself.”
Despite Luna or Will helping us when they could, true alone time had been a rare luxury.
“Show me how much you love me,” he growled, his hand tracing the curve of my back. “Show me all the naughty things you’ll do to me when you’re my wife.” The words dripped from his mouth like smooth, molten lava, igniting a fire in me.
A wicked grin spread across my lips as I slid down the sofa, deftly pulling off his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
“Let me clean you off, Daddy,” I purred, leaning closer. “Let me show you how much I love you.”
My mouth descended on him, taking him in slowly, savoring the stretch as his thick head pressed against my lips. “Stretch my mouth, baby.” My words vibrated against him as I opened wide, letting him plunge himself deeper.
I loved how he unraveled under my touch, how he let me nurture and spoil him just as he took care of me. The way he claimed me, the way he trusted me to give him everything he needed—it wasn’t sexy; it was intoxicating. The dynamic between us grew, and we thrived on the fire of love and desire neither of us could resist.
I popped off him, my nails trailing along his inner thighs.
“Look at you,” I cooed, running my tongue along my bottom lip. “So hard already. Did you miss this?”
“Always,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “I missed your mouth. I missed you taking care of me.”
I smirked, lightly brushing my fingers over him, teasing. “My poor baby,” I murmured, watching his abs clench as he tried to stay still. “Let me make it better.”
Leaning forward, I flicked my tongue over the tip, tasting the salty bead of his arousal. He hissed, fisting the sofa cushions as I wrapped my lips around him. I took him in, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice cracking. “You’re too good at this. Too fucking good.”
I hummed around him, the vibration making him curse again. His hand found my hair, gripping it tight, but he didn’t push. He never did. He held on, letting me control the pace as I worked him over, my tongue swirling and teasing.
“Look at you,” I murmured, pulling back with a soft pop. “Falling apart for me. You like it when I spoil you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he rasped, his chest heaving. “I fucking love it.”
I grinned wickedly, taking him deep again, gripping his hips to keep him from thrusting. His groans grew louder, his body tense, teetering on the edge. I could feel the way he was losing control, his breath coming faster, his muscles twitching.
“Shit, love, I’m close.” His voice was strained. “I—fuck—stop.”
I pulled back, lips slick, smirking. “Stop?” I taunted him, licking my lips.
His grip tightened, dragging me closer. “I want you on top,” he growled. “Now.”
I laughed breathlessly and stood, tugging off my shirt, then shimmying out of my pants and underwear until I was completely bare. His eyes roamed my body like he wanted to devour every inch.
“So cocky for someone begging a minute ago,” I shot back as I straddled him, but the words melted into a gasp as the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the heat between us unbearable.
“Don’t tease,” he snarled, his voice raw. “Be a good girl and ride me.”
“Oh, Daddy,” I purred. His head fell back with a groan, and I couldn’t help the wicked smile that spread across my lips. “I love spoiling you.”
We didn’t pull the curtains to the windows, so anyone looking up at the townhouse would see everything.
“Look at you,” he rasped. “So fucking perfect for me.”
I smirked, dragging the thick head of his cock along my slick folds, teasing us both. I lowered myself slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried inside me. My head fell back, my hair tumbling down as a gasp tore from my lips, the stretch overwhelming.
“Does Daddy like it when I take care of him like this?”
His answering growl was guttural, sliding his hands up my waist to grab my breasts, kneading them roughly. “Fuck yes. Love watching you take what’s yours.”
