Page 86 of Your Second Chance
“I want you to devour me,” I begged. “Like you promised.”
I reached down and circled her clit with my thumb, drawing a low moan from her. Crashing my mouth against hers, I claimed her in a kiss that was all teeth and tongues.
Her hips rocked against me, her slick heat soaking me through the fabric between us.
“I’m dripping for you,” she whispered, her voice trembling but confident. “I need you inside me, Ollie.”
“Fuck, Nova.”
She pulled back, her eyes blazing as I grabbed the waistband of my trousers, yanking them down with a single motion.
“Stop talking,” she commanded, her tone dripping with need. “I don’t want sweet tonight. I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
Hovering above my lap, she wrapped her hand around me and guided me to her entrance, her smirk teasing. “You ready for this?”
“Always,” I managed, my voice strained as the heat of her core pressed against me.
She sank down hard, taking all of me in one slow, agonizing movement. Her gasp turned into a moan as she braced against my chest for balance.
“God, you’re so fucking big,” she breathed, her nails digging into my skin. “I can feel you stretching me. Fuck, Ollie, you’re perfect.”
I groaned and gripped her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I thrust up into her.
“You like that, Mommy?” I growled.
Her eyes flashed with heat as she leaned forward, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re such agood boy, Ollie. So obedient. So ready to give me everything I need.”
Her words pushed me over the edge, and I drove into her harder and deeper. She gasped, gripping my shoulders as I took control, thrusting into her without pause. Her moans turned into desperate cries.
“Look at you, taking care of me. Making me feel so good.”
“Anything for you,” I groaned, sliding my hands up to her waist, pulling her down harder as she rode me.
Her stomach brushed against mine with every thrust, her pregnant belly a sensual reminder of how incredible she looked, how her body moved with such strength and confidence.
“Come on, love,” I rasped. “Take it all for me. Show me how much you need me.”
She threw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as her nails dug into my skin. “Fuck, Ollie,” she gasped. “You’re so deep, so fucking perfect.”
I continued to drive into her at a punishing pace, the sound of her cries and the slap of our bodies filling the room. Watching her take control was the most intoxicating thing I’d ever experienced.
“Come on, love. Show me how much you need me.”
“Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder, Ollie. Make me forget everything but you.”
I’d never done this before. Never let someone else take the reins like this. Usually, I was the one in control, the one setting the pace, but with Nova on top, everything was different. Everything was better.
She controlled the speed, the rhythm, every detail of our connection, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I didn’t want to take over, didn’t want to disrupt the way she owned this moment.
I leaned back, letting her guide me, gripping her hips as I watched her. The soft bounce of her tits, the curve of her swollen stomach.
Her head tilted back, her curls cascading down her back. “I’m close. I’m going to come.”
She tightened around me and gripped my shoulders with almost bruising force as she screamed, her release crashing through her. Her body clenched, the sensation driving me over the edge, and I exploded inside her, matching her release with my own.
Her body trembled as she collapsed against me, her breathing ragged and her skin flushed. I wrapped my arms around her instinctively, holding her close as we both tried to catch our breath. I pressed a kiss to her damp shoulder, my heart pounding as I realized how much I loved seeing her like this—mine.
I lifted her off me gently, her body trembling as she leaned into my arms. Carrying her to the bathroom, I held her close as I turned on the shower, adjusting so we both fit under the warm spray. She rested her hands on my chest, her half-lidded eyes glowing with exhaustion and contentment. I took my time, letting the warmth ease us both as I brushed my fingers over her curves.
