Sex Tape: Second Chance Romance

by Kylie Walker

  “Oh Jesus…” She moaned. It felt so good. His mouth was so hot and wet and he was sucking and tugging just right. She could feel each tug between her legs and she had reached the point of almost embarrassingly wet. She moaned long and loud. She felt him smile against her flesh and he pulled back long enough to say, “Those noises make my cock so fucking hard.”

  “Mm…”

  He suddenly grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. Kissing his way up her chest, he found her neck and kissed and sucked there for a while. She could feel the edges of his teeth nipping lightly and his hard cock growing harder underneath her. She slipped her hand down and rubbed him through his jeans. He groaned loudly and reached down to unbutton and unzip…setting his cock free. She took it into her hand. It was so thick she couldn’t completely wrap her hand around it, but she squeezed and began to stroke him. As she did that, he’d hurriedly unbuttoned her jeans and was now slipping his hand down inside of them and under her panties.

  Groaning as soon as he touched her he said, “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.” Without warning he shoved two fingers up into her. He pressed his mouth back to her ear and said, “So hot and wet…so fucking tight. I can’t wait to fuck you…my cock is dying to be inside of you. I’m going to fuck you until you’re too sore to walk.”

  The dirty talk was new to her and she was surprised to find out how much it turned her on. She was moaning and still stroking him as she moved up and down on his fingers and against his palm. She slid her thumb across the head of his thick cock, wiping the pre-cum there, and then she brought her thumb up to her mouth.

  “Fuck Angela…” he groaned out, slamming his fingers up into her even harder.

  “I want more,” she whispered into his ear. It was his turn to shudder as he said,

  “More of what, baby?”

  “I want to taste all of your cock,” she said.

  “Fuck! You’re driving me crazy. You can taste it all you want later, baby…but right now I need to fuck you.”

  He rolled her over so she was lying on her back on the bed and said, “Take those pants off.” As he was stripping his off he reached into the drawer of his nightstand and produced a condom. Angela surprised herself once more by saying, “I’m on the pill. I want to feel you inside of me.” He smiled like a kid on Christmas and tossed it over his shoulder. She knew she should worry about more than pregnancy…but fuck she wanted him so badly…skin to skin. He finished taking off his pants and underwear and she was already lying back on the bed completely naked. He bent and took one long slow lick of her pussy, sending a shiver through her body. Then he climbed up on top of her and said, “This one is going to be fast and hard. I’ve been thinking about this since that first night I saw you. I need to get this out of my system and then the next time I’ll be able to fuck you all night long.”

  She was thrilled with both his honesty and the promise of a fast, hard fuck. It was what she needed. He positioned his hard cock at her opening and pushed. She was so wet that he slid in easily. She brought her hips up off the bed and met his. They both cried out at the feelings of being joined together. She’d never felt so full…or so fucking good. "Fuck, Angela. Jesus…it feels so good.”

  “I’m right there with you,” she groaned out. He smiled and started moving his hips out and then back in, sliding the length of his hard cock into her until it wouldn’t go any further and then pulling it back out until it reached the tip. Within seconds he’d found his rhythm and they were doing as he’d promised…fucking fast and hard. She was moaning and writhing and when he began to slam harder and plunge deeper she cried out.

  He slowed down and said, “Are you okay?” Angela almost cried as he started to pull out.

  “I’m so much better than okay. Don’t stop.”

  He let out a little laugh and started thrusting again. “So fucking tight. Your pussy is so fucking amazing.” he moaned again. They were moving faster and faster, both frantic already for their release. Her clit was throbbing like it might explode and she could feel the walls of her pussy clinching down against his cock like a vice. “Oh fuck! That’s right baby! I can fucking feel you! Come for me! Come all over me!”

  She was panting and moaning and thrusting her hips upwards. He reached underneath her and put his arm around her hips. He pulled her up further into him and her clit began sliding against his pelvis with each thrust. “Oh Christ! Steve!”

  “Come for me, baby girl! Come with me…”

  She felt dizzy as they continued at their pace for less than a minute more before the orgasm slammed into her like a freight train at full speed. He didn’t slow a notch and she didn’t stop meeting his thrusts as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her like a tsunami. “Oh Steve,” she whispered. Her body began to quake and quiver and suddenly he groaned out loudly and held her tightly up against him as his entire body went rigid. She felt him release his orgasm into her. It was like hot, molten lava filling her up and she was beyond satisfied.

  When he finished coming he collapsed down into her, crushing his chest into her breasts. She couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t care. Breathing was over-rated. She already wanted to do that again and her legs hadn’t stopped shaking and his cock hadn’t even fallen out of her. He finally realized his weight was all on top of her and rolled to the side. She rested her head on his shoulder and she felt his lips and nose in her hair.

  “Holy fuck,” he breathed out. Angela shivered again and said, “Yeah…you’re going to ruin me for other men.”

  She felt his muscles tighten and then heard him say, “That’s okay…there won’t be any others.”

  Chapter 15

  “What did you mean by that?” Angela asked Steve after they’d lain there basking in the afterglow for what seemed like hours.

  “By what?”

  “That there wouldn’t be any others?”

  He brought himself up on his elbow and looked down at her face. Reaching up, he took one long strand of dark hair and tucked it behind her ear. “Just what I said. I want you, fully Angela.”

  She chuckled and he brought his brows together in the middle. “Oh, you’re serious,” she said.

  “Deadly,” he said.

  “But you don’t even know me. That doesn’t make sense.”

  He lay back down and pulled her tighter against him. “Then tell me what I need to know,” he said.

  She laughed. “Okay, no pressure,” she said. Sobering a little she said, “I’m twenty-four…”

  “Yes, but you’re an old soul,” he said.

  “You think so?”

  “Yep, my soul can feel yours,” he told her. She thought that was one of the most romantic things she’d ever heard.

  Taking a deep breath she said, “My parents are both still alive. They live in Miami where I grew up. They are still married and still in love. I have one older brother who I hated when I was ten but love more than life itself now. I have a Bachelor’s degree in marketing. I plan to go back for my master’s someday soon. I was married…”

  He picked up his head and looked at her again. “You were married? You’re divorced?”

  She fought back the tears and the lump that formed suddenly in her throat. She’d pushed all thoughts of Blake away while they made love. Now he was back, with a vengeance. Her voice cracked as she said, “No, widowed.” It was all she could get out. Suddenly, she felt her eyes wet with tears. “Damn it, I’m sorry.”

  He cupped her face in his hand. Leaning down he kissed her tenderly and for some reason, that made the tears flow harder. “Please don’t cry,” he said, softly.

  She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I keep thinking they’ll dry up after a while, but they never do.”

  “What happened to him?” he asked, gently.

  “He had cancer. He was sick for about six months. I watched him go from the vibrant, healthy man I’d fallen in love with to a shell of his former self. It was so heart-wrenching because I knew he was still in
there fighting…but he finally grew too weak to fight and gave in. I was actually angry with him for a while over that. When I finally accepted that he had to go, to be rid of the pain, he went…peacefully. He’s been gone for just about eight months now. I still miss him every day.” The tears flowed freely down her face now and suddenly Steve’s lips were on them. He kissed her with soft swipes of his full lips, kissing the tears until they were all gone. Then he cupped her face once more and said, “I’m so sorry for your pain. He must have been a special man for you to have loved him so much.”

  She smiled and nodded. It felt good to be able to talk to him about Blake. That seemed weird, but at the same time, it was so comfortable and seemed so natural. “He was the best and I loved him so much. It’s why this is so hard for me.”

  “Did he love you as much as you loved him?” Steve asked.

  “Yes.”

  “If you had gone first, would you want him to be alone forever? Would you want him to be miserable and lonely?”

  “No, of course not.”

  “Then what makes you think that he’d want you to be?”

  She thought about that. It’s exactly what Joanne had said to her to. “I don’t think he’d want me to. I think it’s my own fears.”

  He kissed her lips again. “We’re going to work through those,” he said with a soft smile. “Okay?” She smiled back and surprised herself by saying,

  “Okay.”

  ***

  An hour later, Angela sat at the big dining room table with Ana and Joanne. Joanne kept giving her a suspicious look, like she knew something. Maybe it was because she was smiling like an idiot. She couldn’t stop. Suddenly the grief had begun to recede and she felt like for the first time in months, she could see at least a sliver of the sun again.

  “How is your soup?” Ana asked her.

  Angela smiled. She hadn’t really tasted it as she ate. She’d been remembering… “It’s fantastic,” she said.

  Joanne raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t say anything. They talked about the party and about the photo shoot and when lunch was over Ana asked them if they’d like to take a ride with her in their new race car.

  “You get to drive them?” Joanne said.

  Ana laughed. “Yes, I do own them, you know.”

  With a giggle Joanne said, “I know…but I didn’t know you got to drive them.”

  Ana smiled and said, “They’ll trailer it down to the track for us. We can take a few spins before the driver takes over. Once he gets a hold of it, he won’t let us touch it.”

  Angela liked the idea of riding in a race car and she quickly agreed. When Ana went up to change Angela said, “I think I’ll change too. This shirt is a little hot for the weather today.” She started to walk out of the room and Joanne grabbed her arm.

  “No way! You will not walk out of this room without telling me what that goofy smile is about. Did Steve call?”

  Angela feigned an innocent look and said, “Nope, he didn’t call.”

  “Did he text?”

  “Huh uh,” she said with a grin.

  “What happened to make you so damned happy?”

  Angela giggled. “Can’t a person just be happy?”

  “They can, but you haven’t been lately…what gives?”

  “Can you keep a secret?”

  “Yes,” Joanne whispered.

  “I had sex!”

  “You did not! With who? Grant? Jeff?”

  Cracking up, Angela said, “What kind of ‘Ho’ do you think I am?”

  “Well then, who was it?”

  “Steve.”

  “Steve? He’s here?”

  “Shh! You’re so loud.”

  Joanne giggled. “Sorry. What is he doing here?”

  “He lives here…at least part of the time. He’s Ana’s brother.”

  “Get out! Is he really?”

  “I will not get out and he really is.”

  “Shut up! He is not!”

  Laughing again Angela said, “I will not and he is to.”

  “Well, I’ll be damned.”

  “I know, right. I think I might be ready, Jo.”

  Joanne grabbed her friend and hugged her. “You go girl! Go get your life back…fuck! Ana’s brother! Who would have thought it?”

  ***

  After Angela and Joanne finished getting ready, they met Ana outside the front of the house. There was a big, black car waiting for them. They got into the backseat and Angela was shocked when she came face to face with Steve. “What are you doing here?” she blurted out.

  “You two know each other?” Ana asked, surprised.

  Steve casually draped his arm around her shoulders and said, “Yes. Angela and I are thinking about dating. What do you think, sis?”

  Angela felt the color rise in her cheeks as Ana looked from her face to her brothers. Before she could say a word Joanne said, “It sounds like a fabulous idea to me.” Then she giggled and said, “By the way, I’m the best friend, Joanne.”

  Steve took her hand and kissed it. Joanne looked like she might faint and even fanned herself when he let go. Angela laughed and shook her head. Finally Ana said, “I personally don’t know what a beautiful, smart woman like Angela would see in you, but I’m actually all for it. Your last choice was so bad that I was shocked you got it right this time.” Steve lifted a finger at his sister and she threw her head back and laughed. Looking at Angela she said, “See how crude he is?” Angela just laughed. Then she said, “You don’t like Kim very much, huh?”

  Ana twisted up her face and said, “I hate to admit that I despise anyone…but I really do despise her. There’s just something really fake about her to begin with…and then when she started stalking my brother, she started creeping me out.”

  Angela looked at Steve. “She stalks you?”

  “My sister is being a little mello-dramatic.”

  “Am I?” Ana said. “Do you remember the day after you broke it off with her, she showed up at the track?”

  “She had to bring papers by for us to sign…”

  “Bullshit! She came to see you. Then, two days after that, she came by with cupcakes. Store bought ones no less!”

  Steve laughed. “She thought it was my birthday.”

  “Bullshit! Your birthday is in May and you know it. Why are you defending her anyways?”

  He smiled and looked at Angela. After several seconds he said, “It’s because none of that matters…anymore.” Angela could feel the heat from his stare and she had to remind herself they had an audience. She couldn’t wait to get him alone again and feel those sweet lips on hers.

  Chapter 16

  Being at the track was a blast. Steve took Angela for a ride in the race car and introduced her and showed her around while Joanne and Ana hung out together. At first when he blurted it out to his sister, she was worried, but Ana seemed happy for them and it seemed almost legitimate that they were seeing each other now. The rest of the weekend passed in bliss as far as she was concerned. They took walks together, sat on the beach, made love…and most importantly, came to know one another better. The night of the party, Angela dressed in a red sundress that hugged her curves she’d specifically bought for the fourth. She curled her hair in long curls across her shoulders and slipped into a pair of red wedge sandals since the party would be held down near the beach. When she was ready, she met Joanne at the top of the stairs and Joanne said, “Damn, I’m going to stop hanging around with you if you don’t stop showing me up.”

  Angela laughed. “You look gorgeous, stop it.”

  “Sure, as soon as I grow me a set like you and my eyes get to be big and brown and surrounded by foot long eyelashes, I’ll believe it.”

  “Every man there tonight will be lusting after you in that little blue number.” Joanne was wearing a blue mini-dress that looked great with her long blonde hair and blue eyes. Angela sincerely thought her friend was beautiful. Joanne wasn’t lacking
in self-confidence usually, but she’d had a run of bad luck with men lately and that had dampened her spirits some.

  “We’ll, see,” her friend said, linking her arm through Angela’s. “Shall we go, or are we waiting for Prince Charming?” Angela felt herself blush.

  “He’s meeting us down there,” she said.

  “Onward then. I have men to entice.” They both giggled and headed out to the party. As soon as they got down to the beach, Ana, dressed to kill in a festive dress, greeted them.

  “Wow, look at you two. I’m glad at least one of you is taken or I’d never get any action.”

  “Right,” they both said. Angela looked around. Ana had done a great job organizing the party. There was a temporary bar set up with American flags waving from all four posts, a bandstand where a live band was warming up, a temporary dance floor that had been put in over the sand and then off to the side was a volleyball net, a bonfire and lots of tables and chairs set up around it.

  “Everything looks great,” Angela told her.

  “Amazing,” Joanne agreed. “But where is the alcohol?”

  Ana laughed and said, “Right this way.” Angela started to follow them when she felt a touch on her arm. She turned to find her Prince Charming there, looking good enough to eat. He was wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt with an American flag on the pocket and a pair of faded Levi’s that fit him like a glove. This man could wear rags and make them look stylish. His hair was finger styled and he had just a tiny shadow of stubble across his chin that gave him a more rugged look than usual when he was in his business attire and completely clean shaven.

  “Jesus, you make my chest hurt,” he said. She felt her face go hot again and she said, “Same here. You look great.”

  “You look so good that I won’t need fireworks tonight, they’re already going off in my head.”

  He took her arm and that’s where she stayed for the rest of the night. He introduced her to everyone, they ate together, they danced and he whispered things in her ear that he planned to do to her after the party was over. Angela couldn’t remember the last time she was so happy…it had been so long.