Second Chance Scandal

“Don’t look so worried, Jax. He was everything I ever wanted.”

I jerked back like she’d slapped me across the face. I saw it clear as day, the motherfucker taking what was supposed to be mine.

My eyes glazed over like a possessed man as I spewed, “Is that right?” Unable to resist, I tore off her panties, causing her to gasp.

I threw them on the ground and unbuckled my jeans next. “So tell me, Baby Soph?” Pulling out my dick, I watched her eyes take me in for the first time.

“Wow,” she breathed out. “You really are pierced.”

Fisting my cock up and down, I snarled, “Did he make you come?”

With her stare still locked on my dick, she replied, “More than once.”

I was going to make her regret her choices. The urge to remind her who she belonged to was too much to control. I gave up control, handing it over to her. I couldn’t believe she’d fucked some guy, and thinking about his hands all over her was eating me alive.

Not just his hands.

His mouth.

His tongue.

His cock.

The only thing I knew to be true was in that moment I had to erase him from every last inch of her body.

With my hands.

My mouth.

My tongue.

But first, it was my cock that was going to claim her, like I should have already.

Remorse consumed me. My mind raged war with itself. I couldn’t stop seeing him touching her, kissing her, fucking her…

“Did he touch you tonight?”

She moaned.

“Answer me.”

“Not tonight.”

In one swift, sudden movement, I was down on my knees in front of her pussy, inhaling her addicting scent before I slowly licked from her slit to her clit.

“Fuck…” I exclaimed, sucking her nub into my mouth.

Her back arched off the bed as her legs spread wider for me.

She panted.

Her thighs clenched.

Her breathing became erratic.

She was willingly giving me what I desired.

Needed.