Page 33 of One Last Chance

I hold his head in my hands and bring him in close. “I promise, Dom. I’ve never forgotten you. I thought about you every single day we were apart. I tried to get over you, but it was simply too damn hard. No matter what I did, the memory of you was there.”

Domenic smiles and kisses me gently on my lips, rubbing his erection through my wet folds, and I find that longing I had before intensifies. I tilt my pelvis up, and as I do, he enters me in one swift thrust.

He moans and kisses my shoulder. “Shit, Chloe… you’re so perfect.”

I kiss his neck and slide my fingers through his hair as he begins to slide in and out of me. He forces my lips to his, and we kiss as if our life depends on it. Nipping, sucking, teeth clicking, we are hungry for each other. I feel the burn in the pit of my stomach ignite, and I place my hands on his chiseled butt forcing him to go faster.

“Keep doing that, baby, and I’m going to come.” His admission has me meeting him stroke for stroke, and not being able to get close enough to him, I put pressure on his chest, forcing him to roll onto his back. I lift my pelvis and thrust him deep inside of me.

Domenic grips my hips and squeezes as he lifts his hips off the bed and pumps inside of me. He bites down on his bottom lip, his pleasure written all over his face.

Chloe Mason from Vixen Falls is giving Domenic Reed, head quarterback, pleasure.

His hands leave my hips and squeeze my breasts. One hand then wraps around my waist as he places himself into a sitting position. We kiss, and I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply and matching him with every thrust.

Kissing me, he pulls my hair back, and his mouth then travels to my chin and onto my neck. “Promise me, Chlo,” he growls against my sensitive skin.

I can’t think, or reply, I’m so full of him.

His taste, his smell, his mouth, everything is just as I remember, except this time we’re older and know what we want, nothing else matters but him and me.

No Sophia. No whispering at school. Just us.

He pulls my hair again and steadies my hips. I try and continue to rock against him, but his hands keep me still. I’m panting, and our breathing is coming fast.

“Why did you stop?” I ask breathlessly.

He licks his lips, and I squeeze myself around him. He smirks and says, “Looks like you’ve learned a new trick.”

“You can say that.”

He nips at my breast then looks up at me again. “I don’t want to know how you learned it…” His face straightens, and I kiss him hard, letting him know that he’s the one I want.

The kiss ends, and he pulls back.

“What’s going on?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

I frown. “What question was that?”

“Promise me you’re not going to leave.”

I sigh and attempt to get off him, but he keeps me still.

“Oh, no, you don’t. You’re not getting out of it that easily.”

“Do we have to talk about this now with you inside of me? I can feel you throbbing. You want to come as much as I do.”

His hand loosens on my waist, and I take the opportunity to move, lifting my hips slightly, causing him to moan out my name.

“You’re not playing fair,” he rasps, and I take it as a green light to move faster, and this time he doesn’t stop me.

Domenic lets me take control.

His eyes are half-mast as I ride him. I ride him hard and fast until I’m screaming out his name again and again while I feel his warm seed fill me. He tilts his head back, moaning as he finishes.

I drop my head to his shoulder as I try to get my breathing back under control.

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