Page 22 of Once Upon A Second Chance (Once Upon A Time…To Happily Ever After #2)

My eyes trace the lines of his chest, the dusting of hair that trails down his abdomen, and my mouth goes dry.

I reach for him, my hands sliding over his skin, my touch exploratory, hungry.

Richard groans, his control slipping as I tease him, my fingers brushing places that make him shudder.

“Penny,” he warns, his voice hoarse. “If you don’t stop, I’m not going to last.”

“Then don’t stop me,” I challenge, my lips brushing his.

He doesn’t. Instead, he rolls me onto my back, his body pressing me into the mattress as he takes control.

His lips trail down my neck, my collarbone, his hands cupping my breasts as he kisses his way lower.

My head falls back, my hands gripping the sheets as pleasure coils low in my belly.

“Richard,” she gasps, my body arching off the bed. “Please. I want your cock inside me.”

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, before his mouth finds the junction of my thighs and he begins to lick my pussy.

I hear myself cry out, my hips bucking as he teases me, his tongue skilled and experienced as I feel myself slick with cunt juice as he finds my clit and sucks it relentlessly.

I’ve always been proud, always been in control, but with him, I’m helpless, lost in the sensations he wrings from me. There is no longer any question of who is in control now.

I can feel my pussy throbbing and my clit humming with pleasure as I approach the edge.

“Richard,” I moan, my voice desperate. “I—I can’t—”

“It’s OK. Let go,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot and damp. “I’ll take care of you.”

And I do.

I let go, let the pleasure wash over me, let the orgasm crash into me like a wave.

My body shakes, my cries fill room, as Richard holds me, his hands steady, his mouth never stopping the sucking of my little nub.

When it’s over, I feel boneless, breathless, my heart pounding in my chest.

Richard kisses his way back up my body, his lips brushing mine gently and he lowers himself to hover above my open mouth and allows my own pussy juice to drip from his mouth into mine.

“You okay?” he then asks, his voice soft.

“More than okay,” I assure him, pulling him down for another kiss.

He settles between my legs, his weight careful, his eyes boring into mine.

His lips curve into a smile I can feel more than see.

"Good girl," he says, the words sending a flush of heat through me. He shifts his weight, beginning to position himself, his hands gripping my hips with purpose.

"I’m going to fuck you now, Penny. Hard and deep. Are you ready for that?"

I swallow, my pulse quickening at the raw honesty of his words. "Yes," I breathe, my body already arching toward him, craving the connection.

His fingers dig into my skin, grounding me, as he leans down to capture my lips in a kiss that’s both tender and demanding.

His tongue traces the seam of my mouth; I taste my pussy juice on his lips, a preview of the intimacy to come, and I melt into him, my hands tangling in his hair.

When he pulls back, his eyes lock onto mine, dark and intense. "Spread your legs for me, little girl," he commands, his voice a low rumble.

I obey without hesitation, my thighs parting wide to welcome him. The cool air against my exposed skin heightens my awareness, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

Richard’s gaze drops to the space between my legs, his expression hungry yet reverent.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his breath ghosting over my core.

He reaches down, his fingers brushing the dampness between my folds where he so recently licked and lapped at my juices, and I gasp at the contact, my hips instinctively rising to meet him.

"We already got you wet for fucking, didn’t we," he teases, his thumb circling my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

"You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About me inside you?"

I bite my lip, unable to form words, and he chuckles, a sound that’s both playful and dominant.

"Answer me, Penny," he insists, his grip tightening on my hip, so hard it’s almost painful.

"Yes," I admit, my voice trembling."I’ve been thinking about it all day."

His smile is triumphant as he leans down, his lips brushing my ear.

"Good girl. Because I’ve been thinking about it too. About how your body feels around me, how you moan my name when I fill you up, how my cock gets even harder when it starts down your tight little tunnel."

His words are like a spell, weaving a web of desire that tightens around me.

He shifts his weight, his hand leaving my hip to guide his cock to my entrance.

I hold my breath, my body tense with anticipation, as he presses the tip against me, teasing the edge before slowly sinking in.

A moan escapes my lips, involuntary and raw, as he fills me inch by inch with his massive cock, his thickness stretching me in a way that feels both foreign and achingly familiar, until it feels as if I can’t possibly take any more of him inside me.

"Fuck, you’re tight," he groans, his voice strained with restraint. "So fucking tight, Penny. Like you were made for me, like you were made for me to fuck over and over.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. "Move," I plead, my voice desperate.

“What do you say, Penny? How do you get what you want?”

"Please, Richard, move. Please. I need you to move inside me."

He chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound, before withdrawing slowly, torturously, only to thrust back in with deliberate force, over and over.

The sensation is overwhelming, a blend of pleasure, pain, and pressure that leaves me breathless.

"Is this what you want?" he asks, his hips snapping into a steady rhythm, each thrust driving him deeper. "Me fucking you like this?"

"Yes," I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he hits a spot inside me that makes my toes curl. "Oh, yes, Richard, yes!"

There’s no past, no fear, no old ghosts rattling at the windows.

Just the two of us, tangled together in the dark, moving in a rhythm older than whatever walls we spent years building.

It’s not perfect. It's better.

It's raw and messy and very, very real.

I don’t think about anything except how good it feels to be with him, to have him here, to be wanted like this—completely, without conditions or second thoughts.

To be vulnerable with him, to let him dominate me in bed the way he likes to—and the way I’ve learned to love.

The room is filled with the sounds of our passion—our moans, our gasps, the creak of the bed—and I lose myself in it, in him.

“Richard,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “I—I’m close.”

He smiles, a wicked glint in his eyes, and increases his pace even more, his thrusts deeper, harder.

I cry out, my body tightening around him as I fall over the edge again, my orgasm crashing into me like a storm.

Richard follows, his body tensing as he finally finds his own release, my name on his lips as he cums.

When it’s over, we lie tangled together, our hearts still pounding, our breaths slowly evening out.

Richard kisses my forehead, his arms tight around me.

The silence is comfortable, the moment perfect.

Later, after we’ve come down, after he’s lying half draped over me with one arm slung protectively across my waist and his face tucked into the curve of my neck, I stare at the ceiling, dazed and loose-limbed.

There’s a tiny nagging itch in the back of my mind—like I forgot to lock the back door or left a light on somewhere—but I can’t quite grab onto it.

It doesn’t matter.

Not right now.

I turn my head, press a lazy kiss to his hair, and feel him smile against my skin.

Outside, the world keeps spinning.

Inside, everything finally feels right.