Page 111 of Your Second Chance
I started to move, rolling my hips, his thick heat filling me perfectly. His hands left my breasts only to pull me down against him. His mouth latched onto one swollen nipple, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak until I cried out.
I whimpered, tangling my fingers in his hair as he sucked harder, the sharp sting of his teeth grazing me making my back arch.
He released my nipple with a wet pop, his lips slick as he moved to the other, sucking hard, teeth grazing. “Look at you. So fucking desperate. Taking me like you’re made for it.”
A cry tore from my throat as he thrust up hard, his control slipping. “Keep going,” he demanded, his hands rough as they guided my movements. “Show me how much of a filthy little thing you can be. Make me come inside you, and maybe I’ll let you come, too.”
I trembled, the combination of his cock stretching me and his mouth worshipping my breasts pushing me closer to the edge. My movements grew frantic, my thighs burning as I rode him harder, my cries echoing in the room.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, my body trembling. “Daddy—I’m so close,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face as the pleasure overwhelmed me.
“That’s it,” he growled, gripping my ass. “Come for me. Show me how fucking good you are.”
His words tipped me over the edge, my body shattering as I came, my walls clenching tight around him. I screamed his name, raking my nails down his chest as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
“Fuck, yes,” he snarled, his grip tightening as he thrust up into me, his body going rigid beneath mine.
His cock pulsed deep inside me, filling me with his release as he groaned my name.
I collapsed against him, trembling, both of us struggling to catch our breath. He smoothed his hands over my back as he kissed the top of my head.
“When you’re my wife next year,” he murmured, “there’ll be no more birth control. I want to fill you—really fill you.”
I tilted my head up to meet his gaze, my breath catching at the warmth in his eyes.
He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he whispered, his tone raw and full of reverence. “And I’m going to give you everything, too.”
I sighed, a deep, contented breath, my body melting into his. I wanted his baby. I wanted his love. I wanted him, but more than that, I wanted us to have everything we deserved.
I pressed a kiss to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my lips.
A loud knock startled me. My heart jumped, and so did I, scrambling to cover myself with the first thing I could grab—a throw blanket that barely did the job. Ollie, clearly flustered, grabbed the tiniest pillow on the sofa and slapped it over his lap like it was going to make a difference.
We both froze, staring at the window. There she was—Luna. Bouncing on her toes like a damn cheerleader, holding up a piece of paper with10/10scribbled in bold letters. At least she looked better and happier than she had earlier, but seriously?
I couldn’t help it. A burst of hysterical laughter escaped me. “Oh my god.” I wheezed, grabbing the blanket tighter around me. “She’s wild.”
“Leave us alone,” I mouthed dramatically, waving my arms like a creep.
Luna, of course, just doubled over, laughing, clearly enjoying herself way too much. I ran to the window, still naked, and yanked the blinds closed.
“At least the heartbreak isn’t tearing her up that much,” Ollie said and chuckled as he got off the sofa and headed upstairs. He paused at the bottom of the steps. “Round two?”
I threw the tiny pillow at his face, and he dodged it, laughing.
“You’re insatiable,” I mumbled as I followed him.
40
ollie
“What do you mean my visa was postponed?” My voice rose, disbelief thick in every word. “We’re leaving in a few weeks. I already have the job. What does this mean?”
The response on the other end was vague and bureaucratic, offering little comfort. Frustration bubbled over, and before I could stop myself, I threw my phone to the ground. It skidded across the hardwood, the screen lighting up uselessly.
The rejection felt like a punch to the gut. The plans we’d crafted, the future we’d envisioned—it all hung in the balance. My stomach churned as I glanced at the computer screen, the words from my new employers confirming the delay only deepening the blow.
If my visa wasn’t approved in time, I couldn’t go to the States with my fiancée, daughter, and Luna. I bent to snatch my phone off the floor where I’d thrown it.
