Page 93 of A Second Chance At Forever

I used my knee to widen her legs as I slid my hand up her short jean skirt. Her wetness soaked through her panties and I had barely touched her.

Finding her wet and waiting for me, had me hard again. I had only intended on paying back the favor, but finding her soaking wet with need for me, turned me on. I had to have her.

“How bad do you need me right now?” I whispered as I trailed kisses down her neck.

Her fingers were laced in my hair, holding me to her. “So fucking bad, Mason. Please, fuck me.” Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper as her heavy breathing blew across my overheated skin.

Hearing her beg for me made my dick swell. I fisted her panties and yanked, causing the thin fabric to tear away.

With our eyes locked, I grabbed her by her thighs and lifted her up against the house before sliding deep inside. We both let out a relieved moan just from being where we needed to be.

My heart pounded so loudly, I could hear it in my ears.

I forgot about the party going on below us, I forgot that there were people that could possibly see us. Everything just fell away. Everything but her.

I moved slowly, but forcefully, pulling out slow but pushing in fast and hard. With every thrust, she let out these sounds that made me want to fall apart.

She gripped my flexing bicep and let her eyes close, not needing to see, just feel. Feel the pleasure my body was bringing her, feel every ounce of love I had for her.

I felt her tighten around me while letting those delicious sounds fall from her parted lips. I kept my eyes locked on her, watching each and every move she made.

Just watching her fall apart for me, had me busting at the seams. I filled her with three jerks and came to a shuttering stop.

I couldn’t move. I stayed in place until my brain figured out how to make my body move again.

Finally, I placed her on her feet before pulling her in for a kiss.

“There goes another pair of panties.” She bent over and picked up the torn fabric.

I gave her the grin that was only for her. “I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I like you better without them.”

She let out a small laugh, “Let’s go get some sleep.”

She grabbed my hand before tugging me into the bedroom where we both collapsed and fell asleep fast.

I tossedand turned all night. I kept having nightmares of Ashley’s car accident and even though a part of me knew it wasn’t my fault, I still blamed myself. In my eyes, I had killed her. It wasn’t the fact that she had been drinking and driving, or that she was no doubt on drugs when she decided to drive at dangerous speeds. It was the fact that I chased after her.

Lennox still in a deep sleep, snuggled in close. Her heat sunk into me and warmed a part of me I knew only she could. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and her eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning.” She smiled sweetly, eyes shining bright with the morning sun streaming through the curtains.

“Good morning,” I pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

“How are you feeling?” She sat up and let the sheet fall from her bare chest.

I’m sure my eyes doubled in size. “Horny.”

She smacked my chest playfully. “Should we go downstairs and check out the damage?”

I rubbed my head. “Fuck, I forgot all about the party.”

I hadn’t thought of anything but Ashley and how I had killed her since my eyes opened.

After dressing, Lennox and I slowly made our way downstairs.

The staircase was littered with empty red cups, trash, and even a few bras and panties.

“What the fuck? Did we somehow miss an orgy?” Lennox asked, kicking a pair of hot pink panties off the step.

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