Page 35 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

I’m sorry I hurt him, but not sorry for my decision. I’m sorry I left him, but not sorry for keeping myself close.

Trevor grabs me by the hair and tugs my face back, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t hide. Look at me.”

It’s both terrifying and exhilarating.

“Look at me,” he murmurs again.

His hand cups my chin.

There is desperation on his face, echoing the heat inside me.

His cock, penetrating deep and hard, nags at my deep pleasure spot, and our closeness means I’m rubbing my clit against his lower belly over and over.

His dark eyes say so much, even in the shadow of my hotel room. Agony.

I decide to imagine it’s the agony of wanting release even though I know it’s so much more than that.

I start moving my hips faster, a whimper accompanying each thrust.

“Oh my god.” Trevor’s throat bobs up and down.

I press my forehead to his. “Fuck me. Fuck me like nothing is different.”

Bracing one hand on the bed, he starts fucking me even deeper, hips lifting upward to drive himself all the way to his balls.

I’m so desperately filled, sounds pouring out of me probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “You feel so good, that feels so–”

If I’ve been in control since straddling his lap, Trevor steals that control in an instant, flipping me onto my back.

He stands at the end of the bed and drives into me, grunting with primality. His brow is folded, attention focused on the place we meet.

“You’re– you feel so good,” I whine.

Trevor places a hand on my lower belly, compacting the already tight space his cock takes up inside me.

My body bucks and jolts, chasing the growing high. “Oh my god, oh my god, ohfuck.”

“Come with me. Come with me, baby.”

It’s impossible to avoid the orgasm when he calls mebaby. It’s a simple term of endearment, and yet it means so much.

It’s not my name, not something that puts me at a distance, but something that pulls mecloser to him.

And I have wanted to be close to him again for six months, all hatred aside.

Trevor drives himself in again, mouth parting. “Ohshit.”

He’s lost. And so am I.

The orgasm crests over me, a torrent of electric pleasure.

I scream out, grabbing onto Trevor’s forearm, wishing he’d rolled up his sleeves so I could feel his strength skin to skin.

As my pussy pulsates around him, Trevor spills. His chin dips down to his chest, a choked sound coming out of the back of his throat.

My body illuminates with more euphoria when I realize this is the first time he’s come inside me.

Of course, the first time he releases inside me is the time when it doesn’t even matter anymore. It’s almost like a curse. A punishment.

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