Page 29 of Second Chance Ex
“Take it off,” I manage through my thickening throat.
She digs her teeth into her bottom lip, staring at me a moment as if to consider herself, and then in one swift move, she lifts the jersey up and over her head, and fuck me she’s not wearing a bra.
“No bra, baby?” I practically pant, roughly pawing my dick. A sliver of jealousy courses through me at the fact that some asshole today might have noticed she was bare beneath my jersey, but the jealousy is gone the second I remember she’s all mine. Let ‘em fuckin’ look.
With a coy smile, Prue shrugs a shoulder before trailing her hands up her sides and over the generous swell of her breasts, the pale pink nipples pebbling between her fingers. A soft moan slips from her lips and I am officially in the worst kind of pain known to man.
“My naughty fucking girl,” I murmur, stalking toward her.
Prue rises higher on her knees, reaching up to push my shirt off my shoulders. She leans in, pressing kissesall over my chest, stopping briefly to swirl her wet tongue around one of my nipples before continuing to pepper kisses down over my stomach. She stops at the waist of my boxers, looking up at me as if seeking permission, and while I would love nothing more than her pretty little mouth on me right now, I need to be inside of her more than I need fucking air.
I gently tuck my finger under her chin and pull her back up to me, ducking down to capture her lips with mine. I trace the seam of her mouth with my tongue, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, all while I make quick work of her button fly, releasing each one before dipping my hand into her panties. And. Fuck. Me. She is wetter than I was expecting her to be. And the fact that she’s this turned on, the fact that she wants this just as much as I do, it makes my heart constrict.My girl.
“So fucking wet,” I whisper against her mouth, feeling her shudder when I slide my index and middle fingers between her smooth pussy lips. She whimpers when I graze her clit with the pad of my thumb, circling the bundle of nerves, my fingers pushing gently inside her, eliciting a moan to slip from the very back of her throat.
Prue grips my wrist, and she’s so needy for me, so desperate, she’s practically grinding herself against my fucking hand. It takes everything I have not to come in my pants while she uses my hand like a goddamn sex toy.
“You ready for me?” I push my fingers deeper inside of her. She’s so tight, but she’s so obviously ready, I can feel it in the way she constricts around my fingers.
“Yes,” Prue almost groans, the sound all throaty and deep, and so sexy.
“Lie down, baby,” I whisper. “I’m gonna take care of you, okay?”
Prue lies down, her eyes hooded and darker than they normally are. Her chest heaves with her heavy breaths causing her breasts to jiggle with every movement, her nipples hard as rocks. My mouth waters with the need to suck on them, bite them, bring her to the very brink with my tongue the way she loves. I tug on her jeans and panties, pulling them down, and then I take a moment to just look at her—at my girl—at how fucking beautiful and perfect she is.
I rake my teeth over my bottom lip, watching her as I contemplate my next move. Her thighs part just enough to give me a glimpse at her most delicate parts, and I suck in a breath. A shy smile plays on her lips when our eyes meet, and I am a weak, weak man when it comes to this girl. I would love to lap at that pussy until she’s crying out my name, but right now, I need to be inside her more than I can even begin to understand.
I push my pants and my boxers down and climb onto the foot of the bed, slowly crawling over Prue, flanking her body with mine. I settle my hips between her thighs, purposely brushing against her center, causing her to gasp.
We’ve discussed this very moment in detail over the last few weeks. We both wanted to experience one another without a barrier. Prue’s meticulous when it comes to birth control. I’ve never not used a condom. We both agreed to get tested together and, unsurprisingly, our results came back clean. And we’re fully aware of the risks. But this was something we both want.
I imagine this is what heaven is like…
“I love you,” I whisper, dotting kisses over her nose, her cheeks, her chin, before settling on her lips, kissing her softly as I reach down between us, guiding my rock-hard cock right to where she wants me the most. I rub her pussy with my swollen tip, spreading her wetness all over, flicking her clit.
“Oh my god,” she whines needily. “Please, Joey.”
Her eyes meet mine, and they’re wide with a kind of wanton desperation I’ve never seen in them before. I push inside of her, barely an inch, allowing her a moment to adjust, which is the literal definition of hell for me because she’s so fucking tight, so fucking wet, and so fucking warm; I’ve waited so damn long for this. It’s pure torture not being able to slam into her like I want to. But I know I need to take this slow, despite the excruciating pain, because this isn’t about me.
This is all about Prue.
“Is this okay, baby?” I whisper against her mouth, softly licking at her plump bottom lip.
Prue makes a noise that almost sounds sort of like ayes; a guttural grunt combined with a panting moan. I take that as my cue to give her more. Cupping her jaw softly, I brush the pad of my thumb over her lips, my other hand gripping the base of my dick, carefully inching deeper until I come to a stop at that pesky little barrier.
I’m a big guy; six-feet-five-inches, two-hundred-and-seventy pounds; big hands, big feet and, naturally, big everything else in-between. I know this is going to hurt her like hell, and the last thing I want to do is bring any sort of pain to my girl, but I also know once we get this over with, the pain will soon fade, and I can makeher feel so fucking good. All I want is for her to feel good, for her to love this, to love me.
“Do you trust me?” I mutter through gritted teeth, kissing her parted lips.
She nods, her breath and words seemingly caught in the back of her throat, and I hesitate when I notice a small crease burrow itself between her eyebrows. I take a deep breath and hold onto it, pressing my lips to hers, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth as I push deeper. Prue’s nails bite into my skin, and I swallow her cries, kissing away her pain as best as I can.
When I’m in as far as I can go, I stop, breaking our kiss to pull back, to gauge her. Her eyes open, and I notice the unshed tears pooling in them, and it breaks my fucking heart.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” I say, quickly peppering kisses all over her face, her neck, her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Do you want me to stop?”
“No. It’s okay,” she assures me breathlessly.
I remain as still as I possibly can, feeling her adjust to me. After a moment or two, her hips move ever so slightly side-to-side.
