One More Chance

Tears crested my eyes as I crashed my lips into his. He fisted my hair, drawing my body closer as my head fell to the side. I ground against him, feeling his cock rise to the occasion underneath my body. My hands worked his shirt off. I fumbled with his belt and pulled it from the loops of his pants. He pulled my dress over my head as we frantically undressed one another before lying naked in the darkness of my living room.

“Forever doesn’t sound like long enough,” I said breathlessly.

“I love you, Ana, more than words can describe.”

“I love you too, Tyler, so, so much.”

He scooped me into his arms before he carried me up the stairs. We left our clothes behind, scooting silently by Brody’s bedroom. My back fell onto the sheets of my bed as Tyler backtracked, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

Then he turned his carnal sights on me.

His dark green stare hovered over mine as he crawled on top of me. My legs parted for him, my pussy dripping with juices. His light brown hair framed his face. I liked Tyler’s hair a little longer, just long enough for me to fist and control his movements with. I brought his lips back to mine as his muscles blanketed my body. My excess molded to him, my tits pressing deep into his chest.

I needed him more than life itself, and I wasn’t going to stop until I had him—all of him.

He fell between my legs and lapped at my slit. I felt him part my pussy folds with his thumbs as he devoured my essence. My clit jumped for him. My legs wrapped around his head. I rolled and rocked, the bed moving with our movements as his finger slid into my wet heat. I moaned out into the room. My back arched and my tits grew harder. My legs shook around his face as he filled me with another finger, crooking it and massaging my walls with his touch.

“Oh, Tyler. Don’t stop. Fill me up, baby. Fill me up.”

His pinky traced the outline of my puckered asshole, and electricity buzzed through my body. I tensed with ecstasy as he slowly sank into me. Never in my life had I felt so full, so beautiful, so wanted and so full of passion. I curled my hands into his hair, drowned him in my hips, flooded his cheeks with fluids as his tongue dove into my clit.

“Mm, you taste divine,” he murmured.

That was enough to throw me over the edge.

My back bowed like a tightly strung violin. My toes curled as my eyes screwed shut. Silver stars burst in the darkness as he flattened his tongue over my clit, his fingers pumping with my rhythmic jumps. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t call out his name even though my body craved to do it.

When my back dropped to the bed and his fingers pulled out, the only thing I could do was gasp for air. Until his lips fell to mine once again.

I tasted myself on him and spread my legs for him as his cock throbbed at my entrance. I fisted his chiseled ass cheeks and drew him closer to me as his hand slid behind my lower back. He tilted my hips as my pussy swallowed him down. His cock pulsed against my walls as our hips sank together. He growled into my lips, and I whimpered down his throat, our sounds encased in our love for one another as he pinned my hands above my head.

“I love you,” he murmured into my lips.

Then he drew back and slammed into me as I cried out against his skin.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck, helpless to his assault. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the corners of my room as his sweat dripped onto my curves. I couldn’t kiss him enough, couldn’t get him close enough. My bed rocked and creaked. The air swirling around us reeked of our sex.

I threaded my fingers through his as he peppered my neck with kisses. He nibbled on my shoulder, wrapped his lips around my nipples, sucked marks onto my skin that made my pussy jump and flutter around his thick girth.

“Ana. Oh, Ana. I feel you. Don’t hold back on me.”

“Tyler, I love you. I love you. I love you so much.”

Our bodies rolled together as one, my heels pressing into the mattress. My body molded to his as he contorted me to his will. He took me from behind. He hung me over the bed. He pressed my cheek against the wall as he took me from behind. I straddled his lap and rode his cock, kissing him and feeling our intermingled sweat dripping down my body.

But it wasn’t until we lay on our sides with my leg hooked over his waist that I felt it: that telltale stutter of his hips.