One Chance (Hogan Brothers 1)

When they were done eating, he cleared everything away and went back to the living room to find her curled up in the spot he’d vacated. Sitting beside her, he pulled her feet into his lap and began rubbing her legs.

He couldn’t get over how silky smooth and long they were. For such a short girl, her legs went on for fucking miles. Her moans as he massaged her muscles had him shifting in his seat trying to gain relief from the tightening in his pants.

When her foot grazed his hardening cock as she moved to sit up, he couldn’t avoid the groan that passed his lips. Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes as he felt her getting up, hoping to gain some composure. That went out the damn window when she crawled into his lap, her knees flush to his hips. Her sweet little pussy pressed against his now fully erect cock as he throbbed behind the zipper of his jeans. Her heat could be felt through the denim, making him thrust his hips up into her.

“Touch me, Lennox.” Her murmured words in his ear had his hands going to her thighs and brushing up to her ass.

His eyes popped open in shock when he discovered she was completely bare. Nothing covered her pretty little pussy under her dress. She was wide open for him. Ripe for the taking.

“Fuck me,” he groaned when she began kissing his neck. The onslaught of sensations between her heated core and her kissing his jaw now made him crazed. Hauling her up in his arms, he carried her up to their room, fully intending on taking her fast and hard. Once she was spread out on their bed, it was a whole other story.

Her soft smile and supple body combined with the scent of her arousal had him stripping first his clothes free of his body and then hers.

Her bruises had nearly completely faded, and she moved her arm more freely with the cast on, thankfully. Seeing her luscious body laid out for his devotion, her legs crossed and twisted to the side. Arms above her head, shallow breaths made her chest rise and fall slowly. What sucker punched him, though, was the look in her eyes.

Lust.

Love.

Complete trust that he’d treat her right.

Smoothing his hands up her legs, he slowly pulled her knees apart, spreading her wide before him. No resistance from her whatsoever. He grinned.

He lightly ran his fingers up the insides of her legs, tickling her slightly to wake up her senses. Soon his tongue followed the same path.

“Oh my,” she breathed out as his tongue flicked her little nub. “Lennox,” her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Sophia,” he sighed against her folds, his warm breath making her shiver. Goosebumps popped up on her skin.

“I love the way you touch me,” she cried out when he kissed her lower lips, playing with his tongue. Pushing it into her tight little hole, he softly licked up every dewy drop of her cream that he could.

Pulling back, he gripped her ankles in each hand letting them slide up his forearms to the crook in his elbow as he slid his hands to her ass cheeks. With a firm grip, he lifted the lower half of her body up to his where he lined up his cock for penetration.

“I love the way you taste,” he muttered, lowering his head to meet her lips as she rose up to him. Sucking his tongue into her mouth, he knew she tasted her own juices, and he groaned in pleasure. His cock throbbed and begged for him to take her. To make her theirs again.

In one slow move, Sophia felt all his strength, love, and loyalty as he pushed deep into her depths. Owning a piece of her she never knew existed.

Her soul.

It was his. With everything in her, she belonged to him. From now until the end of time.

Lennox was as deep inside of her as he could get as he slowly began moving his hips in small thrusts. Every withdrawal pushed on her g-spot. Every inward thrust brushed against her overly sensitized clit. Every move had her moaning with more lust and love than she thought she was capable of.

In, out. In, out. In, out.

It never stopped. He took her over the edge time and again, barely giving her enough room to breathe after each orgasm. Never allowing her the chance to pull away from the emotional overload.

“It hurts,” she whined at one point. Each brush from the shaft of his hard cock against her petal soft clit made her cry out from the pain which quickly transformed into pleasure.

“Want me to stop?” he asked, out of breath, and she nearly cried when he went to pull away.

“Please don’t,” she begged like a hussy.

Sweat poured off their bodies, pooling in every little crevice it could find, but he didn’t stop. His pace slowed whenever he was close to his own release. She quickly learned that when he picked up the pace again, he had fought it off for a little bit longer.

“Lennox,” she cried when she felt a stirring deep in her belly beyond anything she’d felt to date. “Something’s happening,” she moaned when he thrust deeper than he had before.

“Let go, baby, give it to me,” he groaned harshly in her ear, sucking the lobe between his teeth. “I need everything you have, Sophia.”