Page 92 of Your Second Chance
I didn’t hesitate, dropping onto the edge of the bed. She raked her eyes over me, and I throbbed beneath her gaze.
“Take out your cock.”
“Yes, miss,” I half mocked, but my hands were already at my zipper, freeing my cock without bothering to fully undress. It was hard, pulsing, desperate for her.
She stepped forward, and my hands instinctively found her stomach as I guided her onto me, helping her as she straddled my lap.
She sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch, her warmth and tightness swallowing me completely. Her stomach pressed against me, her breasts brushing my chest as she moved, her body so soft and full, so fucking perfect.
“God, you’re so big,” she groaned, gripping my shoulders for balance as she started to grind against me. “I can feel every inch stretching me open.”
My grip on her stomach tightened, my thumbs tracing the curve of her belly. “You look so fucking sexy like this,” I growled. “So full. So mine.”
She smirked, rolling her hips harder. “You love it, don’t you? Seeing me like this. Pregnant. Swollen. Knowing you’re the one I need right now.”
“Fuck yes,” I groaned, sliding my hands down to her hips and gripping her as I thrust up.
The way her body moved on top of me—the sway of her belly, the bounce of her tits—was a sight I could drown in.
“Good boy,” she purred, leaning down for her lips to graze my ear. “You’re going to stay right there and let me take what I want.”
Her words ignited something feral in me, and I thrust up harder, meeting her movements with deliberate force. “Take itall, love,” I rasped, my hands roaming her body. “You’re fucking perfect. Everything about you.”
Her body tightened around me, her moans louder, her nails digging into my shoulders as she moved faster, the friction between us unbearable in the best way.
“Look at you,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “So good for me. So desperate to fill me up, aren’t you?”
“Anything for you.”
I couldn’t hold back, not with her like this—her body trembling, her swollen belly pressing against me, her soft skin slick with sweat. I thrust up one final time, groaning as I came deep inside her, holding her close as we both rode the waves of our release.
She collapsed against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck.
My hands roamed her back, soothing her as I pressed a kiss to her temple. “When you’re not pregnant anymore, I’m going to miss being inside you like this.”
She chuckled softly, lifting her head to smirk at me. “Oh, baby, I’ll be on birth control so fast. This isn’t stopping.”
I laughed, pulling her closer to kiss her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips, the way her body still felt pressed against mine.
“I love you,” I whispered against her mouth, the words spilling out as naturally as breathing.
She pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting mine, and murmured, “I know.”
Before I could respond, she shifted off me, standing on shaky legs and reaching for her dress. She pulled it back on with ease, smoothing the fabric over her belly as she adjusted herself. I stayed seated, watching her with a mix of adoration and awe.
Once she was ready, she glanced back at me with a small smile, her cheeks still flushed. “Ready to go?”
“Can I kiss you now?”
This wasn’t exactly my expertise. Managing the pitch, sure—but being at a flower market, casually posing for the perfect shot while someone with a camera lingered in the background? It’s not my forte.
“You can always kiss me.”
I glanced up from the flower I was inspecting, catching the slight curve of her lips and the playful glint in her eyes. It wasn’t for show or acting. She was genuine, and it hit me square in the chest. I chuckled and leaned in, cupping her face as I kissed her. Not a polite kiss or one for the cameras, but a kiss full of need. Desperation. Like I couldn’t go another second without her.
The faint click of the camera reminded me we weren’t alone. I pulled back reluctantly, glancing over my shoulder. The cameraman gave us a thumbs-up before packing up and walking away.
“I guess they got the shot.” She slipped her hand into mine as we strolled deeper into the shop.
