Page 70 of Your Second Chance
“Nova, fuck, I’m?—”
I didn’t stop. His release hit hard, his cock pulsing as hot, thick spurts flooded my mouth. I swallowed without hesitation, milking him with every stroke of my hand and swirl of my tongue, drawing out every last drop. His body jerked with the intensity, the sounds he made raw and uncontrollable as I kept going, ensuring there was nothing left by the time I finally pulled back, licking my lips with a satisfied smirk.
I wiped my mouth before I turned my body toward the bathroom.
“No way.” He lifted me to my feet before hauling me up by my ass and laying me flat on the bed. “You’re not getting away that easily.” He prowled closer. “I’m going to start up here.” His lips brushed my cheeks, soft at first, then firmer as he kissed a slow, burning trail downward.
My breath caught, my heart racing. “Don’t you have to, like... wait or something?”
“Around you? Fuck no, love.”
His cock twitched against my inner thigh, telling me that he was already ready for round two, as he moved lower, his kisses unrelenting. When his mouth latched onto my nipple, the pull was hard, and my body jolted. Pregnancy had changed me, made me more sensitive, my nipples fuller, darker, and so responsive to the slightest touch. This was a wildfire.
He swirled his tongue around the swollen peak, slow at first, before he sucked, drawing a desperate moan from my lips. My back arched off the bed, my round belly pushing against his chest.
“Look at how you react.”
His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, just enough to make me cry out, while he pinched and rolled the other nipple between his fingers.
“You taste so good.” He flicked his tongue over the peak before sucking it into his mouth again, harder this time.
I was trembling.
He slid his hands down to grip my thighs and spread me wider as his mouth worked me. “So sensitive, so perfect.”
He finally reached my stomach, and his kisses slowed. The raw, carnal edge in his touch softened. Smoothing over the swell of my belly, he traced the curve with such gentleness. He rested his head there for a moment, brushing his lips against my skin in a chaste, tender kiss that sent a different kind of warmth flooding through me.
His gaze flicked up, and the fire in his eyes returned, sharper and more possessive than before. He continued his descent, his hands firm again as they parted my thighs, his mouth hovering where I needed him most.
“Always mine.”
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I gasped, my thighs trembling against his grip.
He didn’t slow, his mouth working me with a hunger that bordered on desperation. He circled and teased me with his tongue, then latched onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth so hard I nearly sobbed.
“God, Ollie,” I moaned, my fingers diving into his hair, tugging hard as I tried to hold on. “You’re so fucking good at this. You make me feel like I’m going to explode.”
He groaned against me, the sound vibrating through my core as he slid his tongue lower, teasing the slickness there before dragging back to my clit. “So wet for me.”
“Because it’s all for you,” I gasped. “This is what you do to me. You make me this fucking desperate.”
His grip tightened on my thighs, spreading me wider as he pressed his mouth harder against me. The way his tongue moved—circling, sucking, pulling—was deliberate, but wild, like he couldn’t get enough of me.
“Take what’s yours. I’m yours. All yours.”
He groaned again, his growl muffled against my body as his tongue worked me faster, deeper, his teeth grazing my sensitive nub enough to send a shockwave of pleasure tearing through me.
“You’re going to come for me.” His tongue was relentless as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes,” I cried. “I’m so close. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
As the pleasure coiled tight inside me, reaching its peak, he pulled his mouth away. The loss was immediate and excruciating. My chest heaved as I looked up at him in shock and horror.
“What the fuck?” I shouted. “Are you kidding me?!”
“I want to be inside you. I’ll only do it if you want it. Otherwise, I’m happy to?—”
“Ollie,” I snapped, cutting him off as I pushed a trembling finger to his lips. His breath hitched at the contact, his eyes flicking to mine, and I held his gaze fiercely. “Respectfully. Shut up and fuck me.”
