The One who got Away_A Second Chance Romance

by Mia Ford

  Before I knew it, I was coming again, gushing around his cock as he moved against me. My screams were so loud, I was sure the neighbors across the street would hear me, but I didn’t care. I was so lost in the moment, so overwhelmed with what he was doing to me, the sky could have fallen and I wouldn’t have wanted him to stop.

  When he came, it was like a volcano exploding inside me, filling me up. His hands clenched down hard on my wrists, and he pushed in with a final thrust that shook me to the core. I came again, shuddering underneath him, my thighs clamping down on him and holding on so tight, I felt the muscles spasm. I pulled him to me, wanting to feel the hammering of his heart against me, the heat of his skin against mine, and shuddered again when I felt his body shake in my arms.

  We stayed like that for a few minutes, wrapped in each other’s arms, gasping for breath. When he finally rolled over, I rolled into his arms and held him tight. I didn’t want to let go. I felt so calm, so at peace, I wished for the moment to last forever. His arms held me like a vice, pressing me tight against his chest.

  My head swam, the multiple orgasms mixing with the alcohol in my system, and I quickly fell asleep in his arms.

  I woke up a few hours later, cradled against him as he carried me up the stairs and into our bedroom. He laid me down softly and climbed onto his side of the bed, spooning me. I pushed back against him, silently urging him to hold me tighter, his warm breath against the nape of my neck, and I closed my eyes.

  “I love you,” I whispered, hugging his arms. I felt safe here, protected just by his presence, knowing that whatever happened, he would never let me go.

  Alex kissed my back and pressed me closer. “I love you, too,” he whispered back.

  I smiled, cherishing this moment and etching it into my mind forever.

  A few minutes later, I was fast asleep, lying in the arms of the man I loved, knowing that I would never have to worry about anything ever again.

  Bonus Scene

  We were barely inside Jenni’s little apartment before she grabbed the front of my shirt, pressed me to the wall, and kissed me hard. It was her eyes that told me what she wanted first, then her lips. Her eyes glimmered in the dim light, and with the curve of her luscious, I knew exactly what she wanted. And I was more than ready to give it to her.

  My eyes dropped to her breasts, her cleavage big enough for me to bury my fucking face in it, and I swear I could hear them begging me to do whatever I wanted to them.

  “What are you waiting for?” Jenni asked, and it was all the invitation I wanted.

  I leaned in, our lips locking and her hands reaching up, running through my hair. I felt her tongue flicker against mine, and I kissed her hungrily. She wanted it to. It was in the way she breathed against my lips, the way her lips seemed to heat up against mine, the way she clenched my hair and pulled me to her.

  I leaned over, letting one hand slide up one leg, moving slowly to the inside of her thigh. She pushed her hips up towards me, opening her beautiful legs up, letting my hand slide into her skirt. When my hand found her dripping wet through her panties, she moaned against my lips and kissed me hungrily.

  My cock was hard, and I mean rock hard. It bulged against my pants, and I desperately wanted to give it more breathing space, but couldn’t move my hand from where it was. I slid her panties to one side and slid a finger between her lips, moving against her clit. She broke the kiss, her moans too much to keep in, and she began to wrap herself around me. She pulled my head down to her neck, letting me kiss her collar, as one long leg wrapped around mine and gave me more access to her pussy.

  I slid my fingers inside her, slow at first, and when she began to grind against them, picked up the speed. I was kissing my way down her half-open blouse until I found the tender flesh of her breasts, and she just pulled me closer, burying me in their glory, bucking against my fingers as I fucked her with everything I had. Her moans were turning into soft screams of pleasure, and her thighs began pushing against my bulge, moving against them, driving me crazy.

  I pulled away, too excited to fucking take it anymore. I wanted to strip her naked and have my way with her. The excitement she was in was driving me crazy, and I knew the couch we were on would not be enough for what I had planned.

  Jenni had other plans though. She grabbed my wrist quickly, pulling me back to her pussy. “Don’t stop,” she whispered in my ear before biting on the lobe and running her tongue around it. “Don’t you dare stop!”

  I found myself getting lost in her blue eyes. I couldn’t possibly say no, could I? I quickly went back to work, adding a little pressure to her clit with my thumb, and soon she was rocking against my hand as if her life depended on it. She came hard, clutching me tight, her screams muffled in my neck. She shook like a leaf against me, gushing against my hand. She didn’t let go, not immediately, and I fought the urge to just throw her on her back and fuck her right there.

  I began to move, and she quickly pushed me back, her strength surprising me. She gave me a wicked smile, slipped off the couch and began to unbuckle my belt. “My turn,” she winked at me.

  I watched her fingers work expertly, unbuttoning me and sliding my pants and boxers down in one quick motion. This was not her first time, and when she looked up at me, blue eyes meeting mine, a wide smile in her face, she proved it to me with a quick flick of her tongue against my cock.

  She squeezed me, my cock pulsing in her hand. And when she took me into her mouth, my head fell back and a loud sigh escaped me. Those fucking lips, that tongue grazing against me as she sucked, her nails grazing the inside of my thighs, I felt like I was going to explode right there and then. A premature orgasm that was going to make me look like an idiot. It was all I could do to hold back, keep my head in the game, and the more she worked, the harder it was.

  My hand reached down to her head, and she gently brushed it away, letting me know that this was her show, not mine. That she knew what she was doing and didn’t need any coaxing from me. She grazed my cock with her teeth, softly, the mix of little pain and so much fucking pleasure making me groan.

  And just before I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, she let my cock slide out. I watched her stand in front of me, gazing at me with those mischievous eyes, looking at me like I was her prey. She slowly slid her skirt up so I could see her drenched panties, then slid them down her legs, slowly stepping out of them.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I stammered.

  She giggled. “You’re only saying that because you know what I’m about to do,” she said, straddling me. My cock was sandwiched between her pussy lips, and she slowly began rocking back and forth.

  “No, I’m not,” I said.

  “Good,” she said, lifting herself up and grabbing my cock, guiding it. “Because I would be disappointed otherwise.”

  She slid down and buried me inside her, and my groans matched the gasp that came from her. I felt myself grow even harder inside her, and I didn’t know if it was because of how tight she was or the fact that she was clenching against me. I grabbed her ass, holding her down as I took in the warmth and wetness that surrounded my cock.

  “You gonna let me go?” she asked, that wicked smile on her face.

  “In a second,” I replied.

  “Or maybe I should give you something else to keep your hands busy.” She slowly began to unbutton her blouse, and I almost cried when I saw the bra clasp on the front.

  “You’re not playing fair,” I smiled as she slid the blouse off and threw it to a side.

  “I never play fair.”

  I reached up for the clasp, and as soon as my hands left her hips, she began to move against me. I closed my eyes for juts a second; enough to let the feeling of her pussy blow my mind. My hands undid her clasp, and her beautiful breasts fell free. I brought her to me, but her arms were already around my head, pulling me to her chest. I buried my face between them, kissed them, used my tongue to draw circles around them, and she began to ride me faster. I pinched her nipples, t
hen took one and then the other in mouth, and sucked hard.

  Jenni’s moans made me work harder, and soon she was riding me like a fucking bronco. Her hips switched from bouncing on top of me, her huge breasts slapping against my face, and grinding, hard and fast, driving me crazy. I reached down and found her clit, and that only made her grind harder and faster, her moans now full on screams. One orgasm after the other shook her, but she didn’t stop, wanting more, begging me to keep doing what I was doing.

  I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. I grabbed her ass, squeezing hard and lifted her up. She continued rocking against me, her legs wrapping around mine, and only when I turned her onto her back was I finally in control.

  I fucked like there was no tomorrow. I slammed my cock inside her with just the same amount of speed and vigor that she had shown me, her breasts bouncing, her arms over her head so I could see the whole thing. Her legs clasped around my hips, pulling me in with every thrust, forcing me to fuck harder.

  “Oh God, Alex!” she screamed. “I’m going to cum again…don’t stop…I’m cumming…!”

  Her orgasm came with a scream that could have deafened me and scared the neighbors, but all it did was make me want more. She pulled me to her, wrapping herself around me, shaking against me as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked her body.

  I began to move again, and she held me tighter, stopping me.

  “Slow down,” she giggled. “Slow down, you’re going to fucking kill me.”

  “You started this,” I chuckled, kissing her neck, her cheek, her lips. Her eyes were closed, and the smile on her face was priceless.

  “I know, I know,” she sighed. I moved, and she stopped me again. “Alex!” she gasped.

  “You think I’ve had enough of you?”

  She smiled and looked at me, and I swear I could have lost myself in those eyes. “At least get me out of this skirt,” she said.

  I struggled with the zipper on the side, mainly because I was still too excited to even think about what I was doing. She giggled, and helped me pull her skirt off. Before her legs fell back down, I pushed them open and bent down. My tongue lapped up at her juices, and she squirmed underneath me.

  “Alex!” she moaned.

  I grabbed her hips to stop her from moving and continued to eat her out. I pushed my tongue between her lips, licking up and down, flicking against her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Her legs clenched closed around my head and her hands buried themselves in my hair. I pushed two fingers inside her, and while I worked my tongue, I twisted and turned my fingers inside, driving her crazy. Her heels had fallen off, and her feet rubbed against my back. I felt her toes curl, and soon her legs were shaking against me, her orgasm coming hard.

  I pulled back, and her legs fell limp. She slid off the couch and onto the carpet, slapping my arm lazily. “Dammit, Alex, I said give me a second!” she smiled.

  “I did,” I laughed.

  She looked up at me, her eyes barely open, then looked down at my hard-on. “We’re going to need to take care of that,” she said.

  “Any ideas?” I asked.

  She grabbed me by the cock and pulled me to her. “I have a few ideas,” she winked.

  I bent down and kissed her breasts, briefly sucking on her nipples as she adjusted herself underneath me. I slid in easily, my eyes closing at the feel of her warmth. She was still wet, and it took little effort for me to find a rhythm. I rocked against her, slow, taking my time, watching her and enjoying the look on her face. Her cheeks had a beautiful blush to them, and her hair fanned out around her head, making her look sexier than ever.

  “Come on, big boy,” she smiled and opened her eyes. “Let’s see how long you can hold out.”

  I held out for quite a while. I fucked her slow, but every thrust made her smile wider, and soon she was racking her nails across my back. Her breath grew heavier, and despite her earlier need for a break, I knew she wanted this just as much as I did. I picked up the speed, just a little, just enough for her pants to become soft moans against my shoulder. I felt the tension inside me build up.

  She took my ear in her mouth, let her tongue roll over it, then whispered, “Come for me, Alex. Come inside me, baby.”

  It was all the coaxing I needed, and after a few more thrusts, I was groaning in pleasure and exploding inside her. The orgasm hit me hard, a rush of blood to the head that made me sway for a few seconds. I collapsed on top of her, and she held me tight, my cock still inside her as she clenched and milked me. I shuddered, then rolled off her. She giggled and threw a hand onto my chest. I looked at her, eyes closed, mouth smiling, beautiful breasts rising and falling with her every breath.

  “That was fucking incredible,” she whispered.

  “You’re fucking incredible,” I said, rubbing the tip of my nose to hers. “Just one thing, though.”

  She pressed her forehead to mine. “Name it.”

  “You gotta change this carpet,” I said, breaking into a smile. “I think I just gave myself one hell of a rug burn.”

  She laughed and rolled into my arms and rested her head on my chest. “I think that’s something I can do. If it makes you happy.”

  “You make me happy,” I said. “You make me very happy indeed.”

  They say you can’t come home again.

  I for one, beg to differ.

  Billionaire’s Date

  Blurb

  I have finally found my match.

  Ruby Woods – the sexy, sassy, smart executive who’s got the reputation of pushing her agenda through everything.

  I’ve heard she’s an overachiever at work,

  She plays to win.

  And she does not want a relationship.

  She’s too busy fighting for a cause.

  Or fighting me, I should say!

  And this is not going to end nice.

  Because I am done playing the nice CEO at work.

  One night with her,

  And all I wanna play now, is a terrific bedroom game.

  A game that lasts forever,

  I bet that s*xy a$$ and those perky nip*les would be a treat to watch and play with.

  But what’s gonna happen when she finds out about the big secret I am hiding?

  There is a lot at stake, and I have to make a choice.

  You bet it’s a tough one!

  Chapter One

  Nathan

  Friday evening and I was still at work. Late as shit. Always. The CEO of a huge company and I couldn’t figure out how the hell to get a little bit of time to myself. Not that I needed it. I’d squander the hell out of it most likely. But squandering was fun… or could be.

  There I was, though, swiveling in my office chair, staring up at the books on the shelves covering my walls. I didn’t even think I had ever read those books. In fact, I was sure the decorator put those books there for show. When I was younger, you’d always find me with a book in my hand whether it was Thoreau, a little old-school Plato, or even some biography of one of the late greats. However, when I reached my teenage years, I realized people didn’t like to be around intelligent people, they were intimidated, so I stopped right then and there. Instead, I picked up a book about finance called “The Intelligent Investor” by Benjamin Graham. That was it for me, at fourteen I knew what my path was.

  That’s the small version of how I got where I was, 33 years old, CEO of the most prestigious accounting firm in America, Pope Financial, and getting ready to make moves toward an even broader market. People think I started all this after graduating from Harvard, but in reality, Harvard was just a tool for me, a way to get in the door with the big guys, and it worked. I had spent the better portion of my life thus far creating an empire, building it brick by brick and then covering it in steel to make it solid and lasting. I looked up at Chris standing in the office talking to someone on his cell phone.

  I liked Chris, I always had, though sometimes he forgot who ran the company. He was my corporate advisor and my best friend. I went to him for
everything from business challenges to the few personal issues I might ever have. I wasn’t a guy who liked drama, nor did I have time to cater to a woman full-time so I guess you could consider me a playboy of sorts. Women flocked to me because of money and good looks but seldom would you find one who wanted to stay around for who I was inside, which was fine with me, I didn’t feel comfortable with commitment when I knew my money was what they wanted in the end.

  “Man,” Chris said, hanging up the phone and sitting down in the chair across from me. “What a fucking day.”

  “Well, why are we still here?”

  “I want to talk to you about expansion overseas,” Chris said. “I think the way to go here is through outsourcing. It takes a lot of funds to get in overseas, and this would allow us to outsource a lot of our major stuff, especially IT, and save boatloads of cash. That money can be implemented back into the system to create these overseas entities.”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I want to be overseas, there’s no question. I’m not sold on outsourcing, however.”

  “Chew on it,” Chris said. “We have time. And in the meantime, let’s get our asses out of this office and over to The Exposé Club, I hear there are some serious hotties on the 3rd floor tonight.”

  “Well, I didn’t pay a shit-ton of money for my gold card to hang out in the regular area and not get my dick sucked,” I laughed.

  I patted Chris on the back and flipped off the lights as we left the office. Neither one of us wanted to go home first, which was fine since it was only ten at night anyway. We headed straight to the club, and I, not feeling like socializing, went right up the elevator to the third floor. The music and lights were bumping, and I looked around the room, seeing if there were any women I had been with before. The week had been brutally long, and I wasn’t looking forward to having to talk to some girl until I could get her in a private room. Besides, this was why we came up there in the first place, the floor wasn’t meant for intellectual conversation.