Page 100 of Once Upon A Second Chance

Her breath hitches against my mouth when I lift her slightly, pressing her back against the wood, feeling the solid, real weight of her in my arms.

She’s my home in a way nothing else ever has been, and I’m done pretending I can live without it.

Without her.

We make it inside somehow—clothes already starting to peel away, kisses getting sloppier, hotter, less restrained.

The front door slams shut behind us, the sound echoing through the quiet house.

Penny’s heels click against the hardwood floor as she turns to face me, her bright blue eyes blazing with an intensity I haven’t seen in weeks.

Her lips part slightly, and I can see the flicker of her tongue wetting them, a gesture so small yet so charged. I’m already hard, my cock throbbing in anticipation, as I take a step toward her.

“Richard,” she breathes, her voice low and husky, “I need you.”

There’s no preamble, no gentle easing into this.

She needs me, and I need her, and the air between us crackles with it.

I close the distance, my hand tangling in her long blonde hair, pulling her face up to meet mine. Our lips crash together, hungry and desperate.

Her taste is familiar yet intoxicating—a mix of the wine we shared at dinner and the sweetnessthat’s uniquely hers. I groan into her mouth, my other hand sliding down her back to grip her ass, lifting her effortlessly.

She wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my thighs, and I carry her toward the bedroom, our kisses never breaking.

The bedroom door slams shut behind us, the sound muffled by the thick carpet. I kick it closed with my heel, never taking my eyes off her.

Penny’s hands are everywhere, tugging at my shirt, her nails scraping against my skin as she pulls it over my head. I toss it aside, my focus solely on her.

Her clothes cling to her like a second skin, showcasing her petite yet shapely figure, her toned legs and the curve of her hips. I want to worship every inch of her, but right now, I just want to fuck her. Hard. Rough. Like we’re both starving and she’s the only meal.

I set her down on the edge of the bed, her legs still wrapped around me. Her hands go to my belt, fumbling with it, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Hurry,” I tell her, my voice a plea. She doesn’t need to be told twice. She has my belt off and my zipper down in just a few seconds.

I shove my pants and boxers down in one swift motion, my cock springing free, thick and throbbing.

Penny’s eyes widen at the sight, her lips parting in a silent moan. She reaches out, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, stroking me once, twice, before I grip her wrist and pull her hand away.

“Not yet,” I growl, my voice rough with need.

I’m not here to be teased. I’m here to claim her, to remind her—and myself—that she’s mine.

I push her back onto the bed, her hair fanning out across the pillows. She’s wearing a simple lacey black bra and matching panties under her dress, but they’re not going to last long.

I pull the dress off over her head, then pull the bra off roughly, the delicate fabric tearing under my hands.

Her breasts spill free, full and perfect, her nipples already hard and tight, aching for my touch. I lean down, taking one into my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around the peak. Shearches her back, her hands tangling in my hair, her moans filling the room.

“Richard,” she gasps, “please.”

“Not yet. You have to wait.”

I’m not here to please her—not yet. I’m here to take her, to make her feel every inch of me, to remind her of the intensity we share.

I move down, kissing a trail along her stomach, my hands gripping her thighs as I spread them wide. Her panties are next, torn away with a sharp tug, leaving her completely bare.

Her pussy is already glistening, her lips swollen and pink, her scent musky and sweet. I groan, my cock twitching and growing hard in anticipation.