Only One Chance (Only One #2) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Only One Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
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I lean forward now with my cock in my hand, rubbing it up and down her slit, and I ever so slowly slide into her. We both moan when I’m all the way in her, and her legs tighten around my waist. My mouth goes to her as I make love to her. Soft, slow, and savoring every fucking moment. “I love you.” I breathe out when she lets go of my lips and kisses my neck. “I love you,” I repeat over and over again, pounding into her faster now, harder now.

“More.” She arches her back and begs me for more, and I give it to her. I give her everything.

“Mine,” I say as I slam into her. “Fucking mine,” I say right before we both jump off the ledge.

Chapter 37

Layla

When I wake, I’m surrounded in warmth and then feel a hand on my breast. Opening my eyes, I smile when I realize I’m cocooned in his arms. It’s not a dream. Throughout the whole night, I kept waking up just to make sure he was still here and that I didn’t dream he came back.

Seeing him at the door was one thing, but hearing the words that came out of his mouth and having him say he loved me was so much more than I could ever imagine. He told me he loved me over and over again all night long.

“Morning,” I say, turning in his arms. I hook my leg over his hip, leaving me open and right on top of his cock. “Hmm, and what a good morning it is,” I say, sliding down. He moans and rolls onto his back. His hands grasp my hips as I ride him, then move up to my tits where he cups them and rolls my nipples. I look down, seeing all the bite marks along with the little red dots from his beard. My hands rest on his chest while I move up and down. He waits for me to come before he flips me over like a rag doll. My legs and arms wrap around him, wanting to be even closer. My muscles scream as I moan out again, and he buries himself deep in me coming again.

He collapses on top of me and then turns us to the side to take his weight off me. “Morning,” he says, kissing my neck, and I cuddle into his chest. My stomach growls, and he laughs. “Well, I guess that means we should get up and head over to my house. My parents are expecting me.”

I try to relax the thumping of my heart as he slowly peels himself off me. He gets up, and I follow him into the bathroom. He stands by the sink with the warm water on as I start the shower and step in. “What should I wear?” I ask, putting my face up under the water spray. “Should I wear a dress or jeans?” I look over at him to see him leaning against the sink, looking at me.

“It doesn’t matter what you wear. You look gorgeous in anything,” he says with a smirk. I see his cock getting ready for another round, so I hold up my hand.

“We are not going to be late because we had another round.” He laughs at me as I get out and wrap myself in a towel and rush out of the room. I step into the closet and look at all my options. “What color should I wear?”

“Pack a bag!” he shouts.

I slip on a black pair of jeans and pull on a soft pink long-sleeved cashmere sweater over my bra. The high neck covers any marks he could have left on me. I walk back into the bedroom and see him already dressed with his pants and shirt on. “Does this give off the ‘I love your son please like me’ vibes?” I turn around. “Or should I wear a longer sweater that covers more?”

He laughs now. “That looks fine.” He starts to button his shirt and realizes four buttons are missing. “Did you pack a bag?”

“Yeah,” I say. “When do you leave?” I ask him, hating it already.

“I leave for eight days next Wednesday, so pack for a week,” he tells me, and I just nod at him. If he had told me this before, I would have glared at him and told him that he was not the boss of me. I mean, he is still not the boss of me, but now, I don’t even care, to be honest. I just want to be with him.

He eyes my bag when I walk out of the closet carrying it. “I said eight days,” he says as he grabs the bag from me.

“I plan to be naked for most of those days, so I only need a couple of things.” I shrug, and he comes over and kisses me.


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