Page 79 of Second Chance Ex
His filthy words alone cause me to whimper like a pitiful fool, my knees turning weak.
“But that’s not all,” he continues. “Later, I’m going to take you back to my cabin, and I’m going to make love to you all night, worship your beautiful body in every way that I can, make you come over and over again. And then again in the morning. And then again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, until we’re eighty-five years old. And then I’ll still love you, long after my dick stops working, because you’re it for me Prue Watson.” His other hand cradles my face, and he stares deep into my eyes, forehead resting against mine.
His gaze is hard, tainted only by the hint of uncertainty, hopeful eyes bouncing between mine, and all I can do is nod, because yes. Yes, yes, a million times yes. I hate that I’ve spent the last two years of my life fighting this. Joey is right. There is no one but him. There never has been. We’re it. He and I are endgame, and it’s pointless trying to fight it because it’s kismet, and in the end, fate always wins.
“Was that a yes, baby?” Joey’s eyes suddenly light up and I get the feeling he wasn’t expecting me to come around so quickly.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Thank fucking Christ,” he mutters, slamming his lips against mine in a searing kiss that makes my knees stop working the way they should.
Thankfully, Joey holds me up, his tongue delving into my mouth, taking everything that I have and even more. I grip his broad shoulders like my life depends on it, my tongue dancing with his in a battle neither of uswants to lose, our teeth clanking together unceremoniously.
Blindly, my hand falls to the waist of his trousers, a low groan tumbling into our kiss as I rub his erection through the material. I suck on his tongue, dipping my hand inside his pants, down the front of his boxer briefs finding him hot and pulsing. I stroke him gently, teasing his sensitive tip with the pad of my thumb, swiping at the bead of his arousal.
“Jesus,” Joey hisses, his lips and tongue suddenly unmoving against my own as I pump him slowly. His head lolls back, and I rise on my toes, dragging my tongue up his throat, tracing the hard jut of his Adam’s apple as he swallows hard.
I can’t help but smile to myself, continuing my assault, watching his jaw clench, the vein in his neck protruding, pulse thrumming rapidly against my lips.
“I could watch you like this forever,” I confess, my lips grazing the shell of his ear before sucking on the lobe. “I love seeing you lose it.”
“Chrissake, baby,” Joey mutters through a growl, his eyes half-mast when they meet mine. “You have no fuckin’ idea.”
“I want this.” I squeeze him in my hand, lowering myself to my knees. “I want you in my mouth.”
“Fuck.” Joey shakes his head, fingers raking through my hair, pulling the locks free from the confines of their pretty updo which I’m sure will raise questions when we return to the party, but screw it. He massages my scalp, his thumb trailing my cheekbone before dragging over my bottom lip.
Slowly, I tug down his pants and underwear, the weight of his thick erection springing free, barely aninch from my face. Licking my lips, I capture his gaze, my eyes burning into his with a look I know tells him exactly what I’m about to do.
I grab the base of his cock, open my mouth and wrap my lips around him, taking him in as far as I can, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him hard.
“Shit—” Joey’s voice cracks, his huge thigh muscles clenching, hands tugging my hair.
I smile victoriously. Bobbing my head up and down, up and down, and back again, I allow the tip to pop out from between my lips, continuing to stare up into his eyes as I lick him, swirling my tongue around the swollen head, smirking to myself as I flick the sensitive underside.
“Jesus, baby, you look so good on your fucking knees. Taking my dick like the good girl I remember.” Joey gasps for breath, the filthy words slipping from his lips only spurring me on.
I hum in appreciation at his praise, kissing down the silky shaft, grabbing him tight in my hand while I stop to lick his balls. When I suck one into my mouth, he just about loses it, an almighty sound rumbling from deep in his chest, so full of raw, sexual desperation, I almost get off just from listening to him.
“Fuck,” his voice is raspy, gruff, strangled deep within his throat as he tries to control himself.
With one hand, he cradles the back of my head, guiding me just how he wants me, his hips thrusting. His dick violates my lips until he’s just about fucking my mouth, hitting me hard in the back of my throat and causing me to gag, tears stinging my eyes.
I watch him, taking in the glorious sight of him so unfiltered, yet perfect. And it’s me who brought him tothis state. Me. Nobody else. Just me. And I can’t help but smile around him as I suck him harder and harder.
“Shit, Prue. You’re gonna make me come, baby,” he grunts, his words slurred, spoken through gritted teeth. A deep crease etches between his eyebrows and his tongue comes out to wet his bottom lip. His whole body is writhing, moving uncontrollably, hips bucking in obvious need for a release.
I trail my tongue all the way from root to tip, watching his hooded eyes glaze over, his mouth falling open. “You’re such a little fuckin’ tease, aren’t you baby?”
I smirk, watching him through my lashes, encasing my lips around him and taking him all the way until I’m gagging again. But despite the tears burning my eyes, I continue taking him deeper and deeper, refusing to give in to his inexplicable pleas.
But before I can give Joey what I know he wants more than anything right now, he stops me, reluctantly pulling away from me, one hand palming his cock, the other lifting my chin to meet his eyes.
“I want this more than anything, you have no idea,” he whispers through a raking breath. “But right now, I need to be inside my girl.”
He pulls me to my feet, and kisses me brutally, his tongue fucking my mouth the way his dick had been mere seconds ago. I moan against his lips, still fisting his deliciously hard cock.
With a grunt, Joey pulls away from my lips, crouching down and snaking his hands up under my dress, fingers latching into the waist of my thong and impatiently pulling it down. He stands back up to his full height, hands on my hips, eyes boring into me as helifts me to sit on the edge of the counter. My big ass knocks the hand soap dispenser into the sink, and the faucet is digging into my hip, but as Joey’s hands bunch up my dress and push my knees apart, all that matters is that he makes his way inside of me in the next few seconds or I fear I might implode.
