Page 71 of Your Second Chance
He gripped me firmly as he pushed me back on the bed, the soft give of the mattress catching me as he hovered over me. The sensation was unfamiliar. My body, softer and fuller. I was a little more squished beneath him, the curve of my stomach subtly shifting between us. I realized, fleetingly, that this position wouldn’t work for long as my pregnancy progressed.
From here, I had the best view.
Ollie was a living sculpture above me. His chest was hewn like stone, his muscles flexing as he braced himself. His eyesburned down into mine, dark with hunger, but tempered by something softer, something warmer.
His tip pressed against my entrance.
“I got tested at my appointment.”
“I did at the start of the season and haven’t been with anyone since.”
“And I guess you can’t get me more pregnant,” I said jokingly.
He pushed inside me a little, and I gasped.
“Are you sure?”
I rolled my eyes, my body arching up to meet him. “I really appreciate you being a gentleman,” I said, my voice dripping with exasperation and need, “but I’m not a fragile doll. Fuck me. Please.”
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound, and then he pushed in.
The stretch was immediate, his width filling me slowly, inch by inch, as my body adjusted to him. My mouth fell open, a gasp escaping as my nails dug into his shoulders. I had never been with a man this thick, this impossibly big, and the sensation was overwhelming in the best way.
“Holy shit.”
He paused, locking his eyes on mine, blazing with intensity but laced with patience. He gave me a moment, his hands gentle as they slid down to cradle my hips.
The overwhelming flood of sensation shifted into something more—an emotional wave I couldn’t stop. My hands found his neck, pulling him down to me as I pressed my lips to his in a kiss that said everything I couldn’t.
He kept his lips a breath away from mine as he pushed deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, stretching me to the brink. “You feel so tight around me.” Resting his forehead against mine, he locked his gaze onto me as though he wanted to capture every reaction. “Better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
I trailed my hands over his back, tracing the taut muscles as they flexed with each thrust. “You’re perfect. Everything about this, about you, is perfect.”
His lips curved into a soft smile before he pressed them to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “Perfect? Love, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
He tilted my head slightly, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that was deep, claiming, and full of everything he couldn’t put into words. As his tongue tangled with mine, his hips moved faster, his body grinding against mine in a way that had my toes curling.
“You’re mine,” he whispered against my lips.
“You’ve always been mine,” I mewled.
A wicked smirk took over his lips as he shifted, gripping my thighs and spreading me wider beneath him. “Say that again,” he commanded, his pace quickening, his cock hitting so deep it made me see stars.
“I’m yours,” I gasped, clutching his shoulders as he pinned me in place. “This body is yours. This pussy is yours. Take it, Ollie. Take all of it.”
He paused for a moment, his chest heaving as he gazed down at me, his expression unreadable. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” His thumb brushed against my cheek, his eyes softening as he searched mine.
“Ruin me. I want to feel you for days.”
He slid his hands up my thighs, driving into me with relentless precision. His cock dragged against every sensitive spot, the friction almost too much, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with barely enough pressure.
“You’re incredible. Everything about you... the way you feel, the way you look at me, the way you trust me. Fuck, Nova, you’re everything.” He trailed his lips down to capture my nipple, sucking hard before his teeth grazed the sensitive peak.“Dripping all over me, begging for more. You like being fucked like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I cried out, my back arching as the pleasure built, blinding and overwhelming. “God, yes. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
He chuckled darkly, his mouth releasing my nipple with a wet pop before he kissed his way to my neck. “I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name, until this body is shaking under me.”
Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes, and he kissed them away, his movements never faltering. He slid his hands under my thighs, lifting my hips slightly to change the angle, and I cried out as he hit a spot that made my entire body tremble.
