Page 109 of A Second Chance

I missedher.

I missed her so much it hurt to breathe, think, sleep, and eat. After being gone for five years, I thought it would be easier to see her again, but it wasn’t. Those feelings came back, giving me a swift kick in the ass.

“You’re the beauty on the canvas,” I tell her. That probably sounds cheesy, but Scar has a beauty that is hard to describe. She’s the painting you would stand to look at for hours, picking out each beauty mark that makes her who she is as a person.

She gives me that sweet smile, and her eyes are glossy from her tears. Scar moves her hands from my back and cradles my face. “And you’re the artist.”

The artist who sees the beauty and paints it.

And I am going to show her how beautiful she is to me.

I take my time undressing her, savoring each curve, the stretch marks that came from once carrying her son, and the way her soft skin ignites a fire in me. I kiss her neck, her chest, her full breasts, her stomach, and lick around her navel, keeping my eyes on her face.

She squirms and giggles.

The best fucking sound in the world.

Sitting up, I unbuckle my pants, dragging the boxers with them, and throw them over my shoulder.

Scar sharply inhales as her eyes travel from my face to the steel rod between my legs. She’s staring at it with wide eyes, probably wondering if the big guy will fit. Or maybe the fact that this is the first time we’ve seen each other naked.

As if she’s reading my thoughts and realizing the same thing, her expression turns to worry.

Hovering over her luscious body, I grab her hip with one hand and place the other flat on the bed to hold me up. Leaning down, I softly kiss her lips and linger over her mouth. I stare into her eyes, wanting to reassure her that I am all in.

All fucking in.

Once she relaxes, she bucks her hips and I groan. “Bad girl.”

The little vixen bites on her lower lip with a sly smile peeking its way through. Changing my tone to something more serious, I ask, “Are you sure you want this?”

I need to hear her say it again. It would kill me if she had regrets.

She nods. “Yeah, Ricky. I’m one-hundred percent ready.” Her words carry the weight of truth.

Placing one more kiss on her lips, I reach for my dick and, giving it a few slow pumps, I tease her with the tip of its head against her pussy. Then I slowly push my way in, groaning in pleasure. I’m not halfway in when Scar arches her back and pushes against my ass with her feet, propelling me straight into her wet and warm pussy.

“Fuuuck,” I moan through clenched teeth as her tightness squeezes the hell out of my dick.

She feelstoogood.

She lets out a whimper, grabbing my biceps and clinging to me while I slowly thrust in and out of her. Scar’s movements become frantic, her legs opening wider as she moves against me.

Fucking hell.

The noises she makes cause me to look up, and I almost come when I see the euphoria across her angelic face. The way her muscles move in her cheeks and with her eyes closed as if she’s in pain and fighting to hold back from coming too quickly, it’s the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed.

Oh yeah, she’s on the verge of coming.

I lean down and cover her moans with my mouth and plunge my tongue through her lips while thrusting in and out of her pussy.

Our kiss becomes aggressive as we fight for breath, enjoying the way our bodies fit together perfectly.

I keep kissing her when I lift her right leg and hike it up to my waist and thrust harder. She cries out but it’s muffled with my mouth over hers. My control is slipping when I hit her G-spot. Scar trembles beneath me, clawing at my back, but I don’t stop.

I can’t.

Needing to go deeper, I brace one hand on the headboard and keep the other on her hip. I thrust hard with a growl until I am fully inside her pussy. Our bodies are covered in sweat and my heart is beating erratically against my chest.

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