Single Dad's Spring Break: A Billionaire's Second Chance Romance

“That’s it. I can feel it. Give it to me, Brooke. Let go.”

“Kevin. Yes. Please, don’t stop. A little—more—yes, yes, yes!”

His lips covered mine and swallowed my moans as my pussy milked his dick. My body shook against his as he held me close, wrapping his free arm around my stomach. I climaxed so hard I pushed his cock from my body and I could feel him chuckling into my lips.

Then he twisted me around so my back landed on the couch.

He fell between my legs, my hands stroking his pulsing arms. The veins in his arms bulged, and his blue eyes darkened with the storm rising in them. His cock slid effortlessly back into my pussy and I rose to meet his hips. I lifted myself to meet every thrust he dealt as we undulated against one another.

Like the ocean that had brought us together again.

Kevin kept his stare on me, unwavering as I looked back at him. His cock was throbbing against my walls and juices were pouring onto the couch below us. I curled my nails into him, raking them down his back as a growl reverberated from his throat.

“Come again for me, Brooke,” Kevin said.

“Oh yes,” I said breathlessly.

I raked my nails up his body, desperate for him as he shook. His thrusts turned to pounding, and soon the only sound we could hear was skin slapping skin. My toes curled and my jaw opened and closed with each pulse. I could feel that fire stoking larger in the pit of my gut. His lips fell to my neck and sucked in a patch of skin, his tongue raking across it and forcing me over the edge.

“Kevin! Yes!”

I dug my nails into his arms, clinging to him for dear life as he pounded into my body.

Without a chance to breathe, he picked me up in his arms. His back was propped up on the cushions of the couch as I straddled his lap. My hands threaded through his hair and my forehead fell to his. I could feel a sheen of sweat covering my body as my tits jumped against his chest. His hands guided my hips, swirling me around and forcing me up and down on his cock. He lifted me up and slammed me back down like I weighed nothing.

And one phrase kept falling from my lips with every stroke.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. Oh, fuck, Kevin. I love you so much.”

Our eyes connected again, and I could feel his rhythm faltering. His legs were pulling taut as my pussy swallowed him down. I pulled him deeper into me as my clit peeked out from beneath its fleshy hood, seeking friction again as Kevin ground his hips up into mine.

I drew in shaky gasps as a grin appeared on his cheeks. His hands rushed up my back as he sat forward. His trimmed curls raked along my clit and his cock throbbed against my walls as I bent back. My neck was exposed, and his face was in my tits and all I could register was the feeling of his tongue against my skin.

The feeling of his cock exploding inside of me.

The feeling of my pussy clamping down on him and never letting go.

He held me close to him, stabilized me as my orgasm crashed over my body. I shook, trembled, gasped for air, until my body was weak, and my skin was covered in sweat. He slowly pulled me back to him and I could feel his cum dribbling out of my body, soaking his skin and wetting my thighs as our foreheads collided.

Then, my heavy head fell to the crook of his neck.

“I never want you to leave, Brooke.”

His voice was low. Rumbling. Like the rolling thunder of a distant storm.

I pressed a kiss to his neck and felt him shiver.

“I never will,” I said breathlessly.

His arms cloaked my back as his cock stayed sheathed in my warmth. I burrowed myself into him as his hands stroked my skin. I peppered his shoulder with kisses, watching as goosebumps trailed along his skin.

Then I rose up and captured his lips one last time.

“I love you, Brooke.”

My eyes fluttered open as a smile crossed my cheeks.

“I love you too, Kevin.”