All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Regret: Your Uncle Wants Me Now: Chapter 101 - Chapter 109

Sophie’s POVBefore I could beg again, he went down on his knees in front of me under the warm spray. The water ran over his dark hair and down his broad shoulders. He lifted one of my legs and carefully placed it on his shoulder, opening me up to him. I grabbed his other shoulder for balance, my fingers digging into his wet skin.Ares leaned in close to my pussy. I could feel his warm breath against my sensitive folds. Then he started licking me — long, slow strokes of his tongue from my entrance all the way up to my clit. A loud moan tore out of me at the first touch of his mouth.“Ares… oh God…”He groaned against me, the vibration making my legs shake. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured between licks. “Even better mixed with my come. Stay still for me, baby. Let me eat this sensitive little pussy until you come on my tongue.”His tongue moved slowly at first, careful because of how tender I was, but thorough. He licked through my folds, then focused on my clit, circling it w

Sophie’s POVI didn’t look at them for long. I simply stayed close to Ares and walked past them without saying a word. I felt Derek’s stare on my back the entire time, but I refused to turn around. Ares’s hand stayed firm on my waist, guiding me forward like he was silently telling everyone in the hallway that I was with him now.The conference room was large and already filling with people. Rows of chairs faced a long table at the front. Soft lights hung from the ceiling, and the air smelled like coffee and expensive perfume. Ares led me to seats near the front. He pulled my chair out for me before sitting down beside me. Throughout the long meeting, he stayed close. Every now and then his knee would brush against mine under the table, or his hand would rest briefly on my thigh, hidden from view. Each small touch sent a quiet spark through me and reminded me of the night before.When the conference finally ended, people began standing and gathering in small groups to talk. Ares stood

Sophie’s POV“I know,” I said. “But I still need you. Please. Just… one more time. I’ll tell you if it’s too much. I promise.”Ares searched my face for a few seconds, like he was making sure I really meant it. Then he gave a slow, careful nod. “Alright. But we do this my way. I need to take care of you.”He pulled out of me slowly and gently. I felt the loss immediately, along with a warm trickle of his come sliding down between my thighs. Ares sat back against the headboard and opened his arms to me.“Come here, angel” he said, his voice low and warm.I moved toward him. The moment I was close enough, he carefully pulled me into his lap, guiding my legs to either side of his hips. He held my waist steadily as I sank down onto his still-hard cock. The thick head pushed inside me again, and a long, shaky moan left my mouth as I took him deeper than before.“That’s it,” Ares murmured, his hands gentle but firm on my hips. “Easy, baby. Take me slowly. You’re doing so well.”I settled fu

Sophia’s POVThe sound made my stomach tighten. It felt final. Private. Like the rest of the world had just been shut out of this little room in the sky.Ares stood there for a moment, looking at me on the bed. His shirt sleeves were still rolled up. His tie was loose. He looked calm on the outside, but I could see the heat in his eyes now. It was the same look he had given me last night, only quieter. Hungrier.“Say it again,” he said.My voice came out smaller than I meant it to. “I want you.”He walked toward the bed slowly, like he had all the time in the world. When he reached me, he didn’t grab me right away. He sat on the edge of the mattress and brushed my hair back from my face with careful fingers. His touch was warm. Gentle. It made my chest feel tight.“Are you sore?” he asked.I nodded. “A little. But I still want you.”His thumb stroked my cheek. “Then I’ll be careful with you. I always will be.”He leaned down and kissed me. It started slow, just his mouth on mine, warm

Sophia’s POVHe kissed me while he moved. Every thrust was deep and controlled. I could hear how wet I was. I ran my hands over his back, his shoulders, the flex of muscle every time he pushed inside me. His forehead stayed close to mine.“You feel like you were made for me,” he said. “This tight little pussy. This sweet mouth. The way you say daddy when you need me. I’m never going to get enough of you.”I dragged my nails down his bare back. “Then take more. I’m yours.”His rhythm stayed slow, but it grew heavier. Each stroke bottomed out inside me. I moaned into his mouth. The slight soreness made every inch feel sharper, more intense, but it didn’t hurt enough to stop. It felt like being claimed all over again.“Come again,” he whispered. “One more time. I want you to squeeze me when I fill you.”His fingers found my clit again. The dual sensation — his cock deep inside me and his fingers rubbing me — broke me a second time. I cried out his name as I came, my legs shaking around h