Page 101 of Your Second Chance
“Let me take care of you,” I murmured, my voice low and soft, almost shy.
I hadn’t done this in so long. What if I was bad at it or I’d forgotten what I was doing?
“You don’t have to.” He stroked my cheek, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “You’ve already given me everything.”
“But I want to.” I looked up at him, wide-eyed, as I pressed a kiss to the tip of him. “I want to thank you for everything. For loving me, for taking care of me.”
Before he could protest further, I parted my lips and took him into my mouth. He groaned, his head tipping back, the sound raw and deep as his hands moved to my hair, fisting it in his fingers.
“Fuck, Mommy,” he growled, his hips jerking forward as he slid deeper. “You’re so good to me. Such a good girl for Daddy.”
I moaned around him, the vibration drawing another guttural sound from his throat. His length was thick, stretchingmy lips as I worked him deeper, my tongue swirling around the head before I hollowed my cheeks and took him as far as I could.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it all. Show me how much you want to please Daddy.”
The words sent a jolt of heat through me, pooling low in my belly, and I moaned again, moving faster, letting him guide me.
“Perfect,” he rasped, the word breaking apart as his hips bucked slightly. “Like that—so eager and hungry for me.”
I tilted my head, adjusting to take him deeper.
“Always so fucking perfect for Daddy. You take me so well.”
The praise poured over me like the water from the shower, soaking into every part of me, fueling the fire in my belly. I moaned again, the sound muffled, but the vibration drew another low growl from him, his grip tightening in my hair.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this—on your knees, taking care of me.”
The words felt like a spark to dry kindling, and I gave myself to the rhythm, letting his praises carry me, each one making me feel more connected, more cherished. The intimacy of it, the rawness of his voice, wrapped around me as tightly as his hands in my hair.
As I predicted, my milk sprayed as I worked him with my mouth, and instead of pulling away or showing disgust, he groaned and held onto my hair tighter.
“My messy, perfect girl. Spraying for me while you suck my cock like you were made for it.”
The heat in his words sent a shiver down my spine, the ache between my thighs throbbing as I moaned around him, my lips stretching wider to take him deeper.
“That’s it. Show me how much you want it. My good fucking girl, milking yourself while you worship my cock. You’re a goddamn dream.”
I whimpered, drawing another guttural groan from him as his grip on me tightened, his control slipping with every filthy word spilling from his lips.
His cock twitched against my tongue, and he spilled himself inside my mouth. I swallowed greedily, my throat working around him as though I was starved for it. When he finally slipped free, I tilted my head back, opening my mouth, tongue out, showing him how obediently I’d taken every drop.
“Fuck.”
His knees gave out as he collapsed in front of me, the water raining down on our tangled, soaked bodies. He gripped my face, thumbs brushing over my cheeks as he stared at me with a wild hunger. “That’s my good girl. Swallowing all of Daddy’s cum like you were made for it.”
Before I could respond, his fingers clamped my jaw shut. He leaned in, pressing a hot, consuming kiss to my lips, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as though he needed to reclaim every part of me. His taste lingered on my tongue.
“I’m obsessed with you. Every inch of you, every drop you give me. You’re mine—always fucking mine.”
His hands stayed firm on my shoulders, grounding me as his words settled deep into my chest, filling a space I hadn’t realized had grown so hollow. I smiled, soft and sad, my fingers brushing over his jaw as I finally let myself say it.
“For the last few months,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the spray of water, “it’s felt like we’ve been roommates more than anything else. I’ve loved you every second of it, because of the way you’ve taken care of me—of us. But this—” I gestured between us, the raw intensity of the moment still buzzing through me. “This is so much more than the touch we’ve shared lately. This is what I’ve been missing.”
He exhaled sharply, his eyes searching mine, his thumb stroking over my cheek as though reassuring himself I was stillthere, still his. “I wasn’t sure you were ready. I was trying to give you your space.”
“I didn’t even know how to say it,” I admitted, leaning into his touch. “But this—what we did, what we’re doing—it reminded me. I needed to feel like this again, likeusagain.” My lips curved into a small smile, my chest lightening as I whispered, “I think I have Luna to thank for this.”
He chuckled and got out of the shower, handing me a towel. “Let’s get dressed and head out.”
