Page 134 of Your Second Chance
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes half lidded, her lips parted.
“Tell me. Who do you belong to?”
“Mmm,” she groaned in response.
“Use your words. Who. Do You. Belong. To?”
“You, Daddy. All yours.”
That’s right. That’s my good girl.
“Good,” I growled, grabbing her by the waist and flipping us around.
In one fluid motion, I was on my back, pushed up against the headboard with her straddling me.
I gripped her hips, pulling her closer, positioning her exactly how I wanted. “Let’s test out the soundproof rooms.”
Her cheeks flushed, but the boldness in her gaze didn’t waver. She rolled her hips against me, teasing, testing, and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to lose control right then and there.
She moved over me, and as she slid down onto me, I groaned, my head hitting the headboard. She gripped the top of the headboard for balance as she started to move, her body sliding up and down in a rhythm that was pure torture and bliss. The sight of her—her flushed cheeks and the way her hair clung to her damp skin—was enough to unravel me.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I let myself feel every inch of her. “You’re so fucking tight, love.”
Her tits were right there, perfect and soft, and I leaned forward to capture one in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her nipple before I sucked hard, earning a desperate moan from her.
“That’s it, Mommy,” I muttered against her skin, my hands guiding her hips as she rode me harder. “You take Daddy so well.”
Her body clenched around me, driving me wild as she moved faster, her moans filling the room.
“I missed you so much,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“I missed you so much that I’m going to fill you up, make sure you’re mine. All mine.”
Her pace quickened, her hands moving back to the headboard for support as I met her thrusts, pounding into her. Her body was perfect, every bounce of her tits hypnotizing me, and I took advantage, sucking one nipple, then the other, leaving her trembling.
“You love this, don’t you, Mommy?” I groaned.
“Yes,” she cried, her voice strained. “I love it. I love you.”
“Good,” I growled, my thrusts growing harder, deeper, my hands gripping her waist. “Because I’m going to fill you up, love. You’re going to take all of me, every last drop.”
Her body gripped me like a vise, her cries turning into desperate, breathless gasps as she shattered around me, her pleasure cascading through every inch of her. The way she tightened, pulsing around my cock, pushed me past the brink.
With a deep, guttural groan, I drove into her one last time, sinking as far as I could go, claiming every inch of her. The heat of her walls squeezed me, milking every drop as my release surged forward, hot and thick, spilling deep inside her.
“Take all of Daddy’s cum. You feel how full you are? That’s mine.”
Her body quaked against mine, her head falling gently onto my shoulder as we clung to each other, our breaths mingling in the stillness. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as the world seemed to fade, leaving only us in this perfect, tender moment.
I pressed soft kisses along her neck, murmuring words of love against her skin, my fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back. She sighed, her body melting into mine, and I whispered, “I love you,” the words carrying the weight of every moment we’d been apart.
As we came down together, the warmth between us wasn’t heat—it was comfort, belonging, and an overwhelming sense of home.
I can’t imagine how I survived even a couple months without Nova. Watching her get out of the shower, smiling at me, was everything I’d ever wanted.
“You’re probably exhausted,” she said as she handed me a towel.
“I am,” I admitted and grabbed her, holding her to me.
