Last Time We Kissed_A Second Chance Romance

by Nicole Snow

  How could I possibly argue?

  My legs open for him automatically. He takes his sweet time, rolling his eager dick across my folds, tormenting me with just the tip. It brushes my clit, sending lightning through my blood.

  The beautiful bastard's going to make me beg, isn't he?

  “Please,” I whimper, moaning when he edges his dick lower, pressing its head against my entrance.

  I'm soaked. Crazed. Dying to feel him inside me already.

  “Louder,” he says, flicking his cock against my pussy faster. “I've waited so long to hear how bad you want this.”

  “Please. Ryan – oh, God!” My legs can't stop brushing his, and my hips are trying to bring me closer. I'd be grinding against his cock, if only he weren't holding me down. “Fuck me. Please.”

  Please.

  His smile grows. It's an evil one now. I'm rolling my head, thrashing back and forth, animal need taking over.

  “Please!” I say it once more, the last time before I'm going to bite him in the face.

  His hips move. They roll forward, sinking his dick into me, good and deep.

  Five fucking years. I can't believe I'm having him again, taking every inch to my womb, anchoring him in me with my legs draped over his, panting like mad.

  I can't hold back. He only thrusts for half a minute before I'm coming. I've barely sampled what he offers, and I'm already losing it. Giving up my pleasure to his lips, his thrusts, my eyes fluttering every time he plows deep.

  He's stretching me open. He's massaging me in places I've never felt before each time he moves near my womb, owning my pussy with the smooth, hot bead in his tip.

  “Yes, yes! Ryan – yes!” He fucks me faster when I start convulsing.

  Oh, this man. This wonderful fucking fire.

  More, more.

  Yes!

  My pussy clenches around him so hard I think we're melting into each other. He rumbles his delight, slamming into me faster, fucking straight through my first release like a train without brakes.

  Fingers, toes, everything curls. Bending to the pleasure, the heat, the love I've missed for so long.

  He stops to kiss me alive again when the maelstrom stops. His dick is still moving, deep inside me, making slow, hard strokes. Stretching my walls apart for the only man worthy of owning them.

  “Yeah, fuck yeah, babe. This is our night,” he says, whispering while he takes my earlobe with his teeth. “I'm going to turn you over. Fuck it all out on my dick. All of it, Kara. Every time you've missed me, every time you've dreamed about us, every time you knew he was wrong for you. We don't stop until we've torn these sheets. I want you to squirt all over them, and I'll bury every hot load I've got in your sweet cunt.”

  I'm almost squirting with every rough, dirty sentence rolling out of his mouth.

  Ryan's strong hands lift me up, put me on my knees, and guide me down. I'm stuck for a breathless second, burying my face into the sheets Reg and I shared for the last time.

  Behind me, he tilts my ass up. His cock mounts me from behind, sinking into me again, fisting my hair.

  His thrusts come quicker this time. I fuck back against him slowly, slamming my ass into his lower abs.

  It's love. It's hate. It's everything I missed and everything I thought I'd lost, everything I secretly wanted when Reg would try to fuck me like a man, and failed miserably.

  I was blind, or just put to sleep by his bedroom antics, plus wishful thinking. But I'm awake now, electric and alive, moving my hips to the savage thud in my heart.

  “Fuck me!” I scream it, beating my hips into his, hair flying everywhere that isn't collected in his fist.

  His fingers catch, pulling me back, making it hurt so good.

  The entire bed shakes like never before. I don't even know if this hand-crafted wood can hold up to the beating it's getting. I'll break it before I slide off his cock.

  “Are you ready, beautiful?” he growls, slamming his hand into my ass.

  The sharp, brusk heat catches me by surprise. My pussy blazes again on his cock, close to overload.

  “Are you fucking ready?” he asks again, his last words snarling out.

  The frantic twitch in his hips as his cock stabs into me tells me exactly what he means. He's about to come inside me, marking me again from the inside out.

  “Come!” I whisper, voice trembling. I never knew it would be so hard to wish for something I want this much. “Come inside me, Ryan. Please.”

  He lunges. Burying his cock in me to the hilt, he rips at my hair, grabbing my hips with his free hand to hold me onto his length.

  Then there's nothing but hellfire.

  His heat picks me up, slams me down.

  He fucks me, fills me, pours himself in, bathing my pussy in molten, satisfying warmth.

  I'm undone. Lost. Coming, coming, coming like a lake storm, sudden and fierce.

  His cock drills deeper, flinging my body against him like a doll, grinding his roar through his teeth. Swelling, shooting, exploding, he empties himself several times over, digging his fingers into the red burn he's left on my ass cheek the whole way through.

  When it's over, he pulls out. His heat runs down my thigh, liquid fire making me shudder.

  I collapse in his arms. We breathe, we gaze into each other's eyes, but we don't speak.

  I don't know what happens next, except that he's going to fuck me many more times before the night is through.

  He turns to me when we've both replenished the air in our lungs. “I'm heading back to Seattle for a few days next week. Come with me.”

  He doesn't ask. I smile because we both know he doesn't need to.

  There's no need to answer him with anything besides another kiss. Hot, sticky, and full of new love.

  “Is that a yes?” he says, smiling because he knows it is. I give him another kiss, hotter than before, lowering my hand to his cock.

  What we've kindled tonight is precious. There's so much more to fix before we can just be, and all our problems will be here when we get back, if we can put them on hold at all.

  After tonight, they don't matter. I'll follow him to the ends of the Earth.

  Anything, everything, and always to hold onto this second chance.

  10

  Morning, Noon, and Night (Ryan)

  She wakes up with my hand between her legs. Doesn't take her long to moan when I press my thumb against her clit, pushing my fingers through the sweet, hot wetness I fucked long and hard last night.

  “Ryan?” she murmurs, smiling, as if she has to remind herself it's really happening.

  “Say my name louder,” I tell her, pushing my fingers into her harder, teasing the spot along her inner wall that makes her legs tremble. “I want everybody in these condos to know who's fucking you, babe.”

  Her body ripples, unsure, the last shred of reason on her brain trying to pull her away from me. I grab her by the waist, jerk her back, and rub her pussy until the next few moans off her lips flow like honey.

  “You love it, and you love me, too. I'm done hiding, Kara-bou. Done holding anything back. We're waking up fresh and alive. Today's the last day this town ever thinks you're with him. Ruining this bed is just the beginning.”

  Her lips form a circle when she hears it. My ears prickle, listening as she sucks in a fierce little breath, turning me to granite.

  I need to be inside her.

  Can't get enough since we started last night. I barely backed off fucking for a few hours so we could get some sleep. My jet leaves in a few hours, ready to bring us out to Seattle, just like I promised. I intend to spend every waking minute we have left in this town naked, joined, and making up for every lost night I wasn't with my wife.

  Still feels like I haven't made up one one-thousandth of the time we've been apart.

  My dick swells, bulging against her ass. Kara wiggles into me, urged on by lust, but also the chill in the air. Didn't allow her any clothes, not when I've waited five years to have her naked next to me
again.

  My heat will do. So will the friction of my frantic cock when it's buried deep inside her, promising to make her moan, scream, and sweat through the whole winter.

  Her thighs twitch around my hand. She's fighting me, the little minx, so overcome with pleasure she can't stand it.

  Growling, I pull her legs apart. My fingers go harder, faster, and I bring my mouth down on hers, letting my tongue mimic my hands.

  In. Out. In. Out.

  Fuck, yes.

  We suck hungrily. She whimpers each time her throbbing clit grazes my thumb. I'm going to go insane if I can't own every hole in her body over and over and over again. My dick presses against her tight ass, and soon, I can't control myself a second longer.

  I move away. Her face looks pleading and infuriated.

  “Climb on top of me, baby,” I growl, reaching for her ass, helping her straddle me. “I want your beautiful tits in my face when you're coming on every inch.”

  She blushes. I move my hands on her faster, aggressively, pushing her slick pussy down on my aching length.

  I can't believe this. It's incredible that she fucks like a virgin after all these years.

  Part of me feels touched, like I've been handed more than a second chance. It's a fresh opportunity to do everything I always wanted, but better because I've become a man.

  The other part is pissed.

  I hate the worm who's been laying in her bed for the past year and a half. It enrages me to know he left her wanting like this, grinding her hips in desperation as soon as she sinks down onto me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pursing her lips for another kiss.

  It's like she hasn't been fucked good in all five years. She's starving, and the maggot I roughed up is responsible.

  No more. She's never rolling out of bed unsatisfied again.

  My lips take hers. I give her everything. My hips crash into hers with twice the fury, running my pubic bone against her clit.

  Her head goes back, she moans, and everything gets hotter and wetter around my dick. I'm going to turn this woman into a permanent squirter. It's the least she deserves after being robbed of real sex, chained to a boy who never had the strength or heart to fuck her like a man.

  “I love you, Kara.” I whisper the words right before I take her nipple between my teeth.

  She whimpers, rocking into me faster, sweet and close to coming. It's not enough to pluck every nerve in her gorgeous body, even though that's what makes my cock howl for release.

  I want her heart. I want it back. I want it bound to me like we always promised, and I won't stop saying everything I've locked up for years.

  “Come, baby, come.” I grab her hair, fisting it in my palm. Then my hips pound hers, bringing her over, forcing her nails into my shoulders when she clenches them.

  Rolling her head back, she screams. “Ryan – fuck!”

  Her pussy squeezes my entire cock for what feels like forever. The heat in my balls becomes a second sun. We fuck like no tomorrow. Fucking to wipe away yesterday. She's barely coming down from the high when I'm snarling, quickening my speed, crashing into her so hard the bed beneath us rattles like sticks in the wind.

  “Good goddamn, you're tight, baby. Only pussy in the world that was ever made to fit me like a glove. You were mine for good the first night we fucked, baby girl. No years apart will ever change that.” I'm pulling on her hair faster, slowing my strokes until she looks at me, her green eyes flashing lust and need. “You knew I'd come back, didn't you?”

  She bites her lip. For a second, I'm worried I'm going to ruin the mood, but she moans when I drive myself deep into her again.

  “I knew,” she whispers. “I always believed, even when I wanted to quit. When you showed up, you saved me from the biggest mistake of my life.”

  “Guess it's your lucky day. I'm about to save you from the second biggest, too,” I say, pressing my forehead to hers, my free hand palming one breast as it pulses in my hand, her lungs trying to make up so much lost breath.

  “Not that.” She looks at me and my hips twitch, picking up speed again, until I see her eyelids flutter. “Jesus. I don't know if I can come again, Ryan. I –“

  Bullshit. I own her now. I always did, and I'll tell her when, where, and how many times to come.

  My lips meet hers, more of a love bite than a true kiss. “You're dead wrong. I won't stop taking your sweet cunt until you give it up to me one more time. You're mine, Kara-bou. Morning, noon, and night. You were mine yesterday, and you'll be mine tomorrow, sharing every last, best part of me. When I tell you to come in and see my soul, you do it. When I tell you to just come, you're going to fucking do it. Come for me, beautiful. Come like you always wanted every night you were with him, hoping it was me. We're not leaving this bed unless it's broke.”

  I'm thrusting like a madman now. She bounces every time my dick plunges in to the hilt. My balls fly up, spanking her skin. There's no doubt she's heard me because her eyes are closed.

  She's soaking in every last word, every sensation as I take both her hands, hold them in mine, and power fuck through every doubt she's ever had.

  It doesn't take long for her pussy to tighten on my dick. The feverish sound slipping out through her teeth when she comes again gives me a rush. I fuck harder, ready to go over the edge with her.

  There's a spring of fire coiling up in my balls, running up my spine, igniting my brain. When it hits the base of my dick, everything I've felt for this woman wells up in half a second, and then it ruptures.

  I'm coming.

  Snarling, grunting, growling like an animal who's taken control of its mate. I'm not afraid to admit that's what I've become, and I'm not letting her go, no matter how much this town wants to skin me alive when they find out who I am and what I've done.

  My seed pours out in hot, dense ropes. Her mouth falls open, but she's too overwhelmed with my heat to even scream, breathlessly caught in her pleasure.

  My beautiful, beloved captive. The only one I've ever wanted and ever will want for the rest of my days, and at least half of those days are going to be filled with her convulsing all over my cock, both of us crying out when my seed fills her belly again.

  One day soon, my load is giving her a kid. It won't be the last one I put in her either. I'm not stopping until we've got everything we always wanted. The love, the ring, the family.

  All of it.

  Desire runs hot, especially when I think about her soft belly swelling with our child, her pert breasts turning full and dark.

  I can't stop fucking her now. My body moves like a machine, programmed to fuck and nothing else.

  I'm not exaggerating. I've just come my brains out, and I'm still hard for her.

  My orgasm only weakens when I start thrusting again, ready to see if I can bring her off a third time in the same half hour.

  I'll carry her onto my private jet if I have to. Spent, satisfied, and wearing a just fucked smile on her lips.

  We never get that far though. Several more furious strokes in, something gives way when she crashes down on me, engulfing my cock.

  There's a loud snap! Next thing I know, we're flat on the floor. The mattress bangs the designer rug underneath the bed like a bowling ball dropping on the Brazilian cherrywood.

  I'm still buried in her when she starts laughing. It takes me several seconds to shake off the surprise, and then I'm grinning like a fool, chuckling alongside her.

  “See that? When I told you we'd break this bed, I wasn't kidding.”

  “You're insane!” she says, scolding me with a finger tapping on the lightning bolts tattooed on my chest. “He's going to kill me when he sees this, you know. We'll both catch hell for it. This rug belonged to his rich parents. They gave it to us as a housewarming present.”

  “Fuck the Draytons,” I tell her. Honestly, truthfully, carelessly perhaps, I'm done holding anything back. “He deserves a lot worse for what he did to you. Whenever he gets home, he's going to find all your stuff gone, and ev
ery sheet left on this fucked up bed stained with us.”

  “You're really evil,” she says, but the smile on her face tells me there's no warmth left in her heart for the cheating bastard who nearly screwed her in all the worst ways. “Luckily, I kind of like it.”

  “Kind of?” I say, cupping her face in my hand, bringing it in for another kiss. “Kara-bou, you've got my whole heart, the dark and the light. Let me see everything in yours. We've got time before the jet takes off.”

  She smiles. “That's what? A couple more hours?”

  “Yeah, and I'm still hard.”

  I roll her over, planting her hands above her head as she bends over, taking her ass in both of my hands. I mount her from behind and take her pussy to heaven once again.

  She comes a few more times, and so do I, before we hit the shower together.

  When I come upstairs, bringing a thermos of coffee like she asked, she's in a robe. Her face is turned to the window, and she's sitting on the chaise next to the fallen mattress, the sheets still tangled and torn in a few places from our savage loving.

  “You ready?” I ask, handing her the coffee, about to head to the opposite corner where I dropped my clothes last night. “I told my assistant to get some movers out here tomorrow. Just need to drop the keys at the office when we're on our way to the airport, and they'll take care of everything. Should have your stuff in storage this time tomorrow, until we decide where it goes next.”

  “I can't go with you,” she says, folding her arms. “Not unless you're ready to tell me the truth about what happened. I need to know why you left, and why you killed a man, assuming that's what really happened.”

  My heart relaxes for half a second before it starts banging my ribs like mad. I'd been ready to give her the full truth the other night, before her brother interrupted us, but now I'm taken aback.

  “It's a long story,” I say, moving to the chair across from her, wondering where the hell I should begin. Not that there's ever a good starting point with something this twisted. “I can give you the abbreviated version. Plane leaves in less than an hour.”