Page 42 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

“That’s it, baby girl, paint those tits.” His chest rises rapidly as I tweak my nipple, encouraging the milk to bead. “Fuck. Fuck, Laya, I’m gonna…” He explodes and clenches his jaw shut as rope upon rope of warm cum coat my pussy. “Fuckkkk,” hebreathes out, his chest heaving as he stares down at the mess we created. “I seriously want to eat your pussy right now.” When he chuckles, my eyes widen. Then he grabs onto my thigh as if to steady himself before he lifts his gaze toward mine. “Gonna plug you.” He tilts his head toward the tampon on the bed, and I nod along while he picks up the box to examine it. His eyes flick over the box as if reading the instructions, and I bite into my lip and watch the way confusion creeps over his face.

“It’s simple.” I move to take the box from him, but he bats my hand away.

“I got it.”

He rips into the packaging, pulls out the tampon, pushes my legs up to angle me better, then drags the tampon through his cum. “When I come inside you tomorrow, I’m plugging you. You’re not wasting any of it.”

My mind whirls with what he said. “Tomorrow?”

He snaps his gaze up toward me, and his eyes hold me captive. “We’re getting married tomorrow, Laya.” His words leave no room for argument, then he darts his eyes back down, unwilling to discussing it further.

When I feel the tampon being pushed inside me, I can’t help but wish it was him, but something tells me tomorrow will have been worth the wait, no matter how unsure I am about it.

TWENTY-ONE

OWEN

After fucking my fist so hard I saw stars, I plugged her pussy with the tampon. Not gonna lie, I was jealous of the little cotton fiend. I want nothing more than to slide into her warm cunt and stretch it to capacity while fucking her so hard she has no doubts about who she belongs to. Who she’s always belonged to. I will pump her so full of my cum that her body has no choice but to give us another baby. Seeing her nipples painted in her bloody cum mixed with her milk had me ravenous for more. I don’t know how the fuck I managed to hold back.

But now, sitting in my office while watching on the computer screen as she and my son sleep, I finally try to relax. My mind still hasn’t caught up with my body yet, still on a high alert that they’re in danger. Something gnaws at the back of my mind and swirls in my stomach that I’m about to lose it all, and I refuse to let that happen, not when I’ve worked so hard to get it.

My phone beeps beside me, and I lift it, then scrub a hand through my cropped hair.

TATE:Any news?

Of course it’s Tate. He’s like a goddamn dog with a bone. Ever since finding out Laya was married and pregnant, the man has been persistent. But since his girl’s, Ava, past came to light and the abuse she suffered, he’s been like a pitbull snarling for blood.

I understand, really, I do. He knows the danger Laya and Romeo are in, and he wants to prevent anything like what happened to Ava from happening to them.

No matter how many times I tell him I have everything under control, he still wants more. I can’t blame him, really; I wanted Laya safe more than anyone, but he didn’t have to deal with the fact the girl he’s in love with left and married someone else. Worse, created another life with them and forgot about her old one. A pain lances through me at the thought, and my thick fingers work the keys on the phone to give him the same generic reply I always give.

ME:She’s safe.

TATE:Is she with you?

How the hell am I meant to win Laya over when her brother is acting like a cock block? I want to tell him to fuck off and leave us alone, but I appreciate his concern. Guilt ravishes my veins, but I push it aside.

Done feeling guilty.

Feeling guilty got me nowhere. It made me push her away.

ME:Yes. She’s fine.

TATE:I want to speak with her. The kid, okay?

ME:She’s sleeping and yes, Romeo is fine too.

I grind my jaw. Just leave us the fuck alone.

TATE:Thank fuck.

I feel the tension release from him with that message.

TATE:Thank you, brother.

I wince at his words. Knowing how pissed he will be when I make her my wife tomorrow.

ME:I’ll get her to call you tomorrow. Just let them rest today.

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