Page 33 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

“For you? Never.”

A growl travels up from his belly before he kisses me harshly, his teeth digging into my lower lip.

I moan despite myself.

Dammit. Now he knows what a hold he has over me.

Trevor retreats and next thing I know, his cock is free, resting on my ass cheeks.

His fingers hook into the gusset of my panties. “You’re wet.”

“Captain obvious.”

“You want me to fuck you or not?”

“Don’t act like you could walk away right now without fucking me, Trevor.”

“You talk an awfully big game for a girl who is bent over, waiting to take my cock.”

I glare at him over my shoulder. “Fuck me or fuckoff.”

Sex with us was never such an argument. But there’s six months of distance between us, six months of pain, six months of hating in the name of loving.

Trevor’s nostrils flare, and the corners of his eyes tighten. “Fine.”

Without another word, Trevor presses the head of his cock inside.

I rise up onto my tiptoes with a gasp.

I’m tight. Tighter than I’ve been in a while thanks to my celibacy. But once I’ve overcome that initial stretch, the initial burn, my body aches with need.

He’s always felt so good inside me, since the very first time. And that was two weeks after we started seeing each other after meeting in that app.

Now, here we are again.

Trevor grabs my ass cheeks and uses them as leverage to push himself further and further with every thrust. His grunts sound almost pained.

I love the sound.

I move with him, moving my hips to match his whenever I can, letting my body bounce with the force of him.

It feels so good to be filled. Not just by anyone, but by him.

The man I was supposed to spend forever with.

Something breaks inside me. Despite the trembling intensity of the moment, my eyes prick with tears.

Just get through it, Iris.Just enjoy.

Except, that’s the problem. Trevor feelstoogood. He’s not just a man, not a stranger with a nice dick.

He’s Trevor.

My Trevor.

With each thrust, a whimper tears out from the back of my throat.

Trevor’s hands slide around to my belly and up my front, sliding under my bra so he can get handfuls of my breasts. He presses himself up against my back, his forehead pressed against the top of my spine. “Iris, oh my god, Iris, I– I–”

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