Page 45 of Second Chances

Elena reaches up to stroke down my chest and toward my hard cock. I sleep naked—I always have. I can’t stand the feel of anything against my skin except for the sheets. She wraps her hand around it and strokes the shaft.

I groan in pleasure at her touch.

“Harder.”

Her grip tightens, and my length pulsates within her caress.

“He’s so hot.”

Elena licks her lips as she watches what her hand is doing.

“All to do with you.”

I take her hand away from my length as I feel the beginning of an orgasm starting in my balls. I don’t want to come yet. This is the first night of having Elena in my bed as my live-in partner. I plan to savor every second.

“Any more of that and this evening won’t go with the bang we both want.”

Elena rolls her eyes and pops her tongue against her cheek.

“I see how it is. First you get me in your house with the promise of wild sex, and then I end up doing all the cooking and cleaning and not enjoying the two minutes of rutting every night.”

I pull her slightly over so I have access to her backside and smack it three quick times in succession.

“No cheekingyour Dom. You’re going to get well and truly fucked tonight—don’t you worry about that.”

“Prove it, big boy,” Elena taunts and wiggles her eyebrows.

I quickly grab her and flip her over. But with her leg in the cast, I don’t anticipate her altered balance. She ends up on the edge of the bed, teetering there for a split second before tumbling off and landing with a thud on the floor.

“Shit!” I peer over to where she’s laying with eyes wide open and not in the most ladylike position. “Are you all right?”

“I think so.”

She erupts into laughter, and I join her as I help her back onto the bed.

“No swinging from the ceiling until the cast is off then,” I add before delving between her thighs with my tongue. She’s ready for me, and I lap at her essence.

Elena pats me on the head and tries to pull me up.

“Ryan, no. Ryan.”

I don’t stop. She’s as delicious as always, and I want her coming on my tongue.

“Orange.”

This time I stop immediately and come up to her side.

“What’s wrong?” I question, looking for signs that she’s in pain or hurt.

“I don’t want you going down there.”

I don’t understand. “But it’s my favorite place.”

“I know.” Elena closes her legs together.

“Talk,” I order.

“I can’t bath or shower properly with the cast on. I can have a good wash, but I’m worried it’s not fully clean down there.”

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