Page 45 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

Fuck, do I love to hear that. “I’m here, baby girl. Take what you want from me.” I groan as my fingers bite into her hips, encouraging her quickened pace, causing my balls to ache for release. “Fuck, baby girl, that’s it.”

Her tits bounce beneath the fabric, and I’m hungry to taste her milk, but not yet. I’m determined to wait. To finally take everything she offers as my wife.

The head of my cock peeks out above the waistband of my joggers, and I groan at the sensation of her dragging her pussy over my hard length. “Fuck, baby, I need to feel you,” I grunt in awe at the pleasure she brings without so much as skin to skin.

She shuffles forward, and the warmth of her little pussy heats the tip of my cock. “Jesus fucking Christ, Laya.”

She rocks back and forth. Back and forth. Quicker and quicker. “Yes. Oh god, yes.”

“My little girl’s pussy is plugged, isn’t it, baby? Gonna feel you bleed all over my cock tonight.”

“Oh god.” She moves faster, and I know she’s getting close; her body tightens, chasing her release.

The string of her tampon drags over the head of my cock, and I practically salivate to rip it from her cunt and stuff her with my cock. Hanging on by a thread and with every muscle in my body coiled tight, I grit my teeth to refrain from stealing back the control I crave.

“Owen. Oh Jesus, Owen.”

I snap my hand up toward her throat, but the small bit of restraint I have left enables me to cling onto my control. I simply hold her in place by her throat, determined not to unravel into my darkness, no matter how difficult I find it.

Her mouth falls open and her body stills, but with a firm grip still on her hip, I’m able to use her lax body as a vessel for my need as we sail into the abyss. “Fuck!” I curse, then slam my teeth into my lip as ecstasy consumes me.

My cum lands on us both, but she’s too in the throes of her orgasm to care, and honestly, I revel in saturating us in my obsession. “Such a good cum slut, baby girl.” A tremor racks through her at my words, a blush heats her cheeks, and I couldn’t be more elated. Laya has a thing for degradation, and I can’t wait to expose it.

“Did you just call me a…”

I nod, and her eyes widen, so I chuckle, then pull her forward by her throat until her tits touch my chest. “Get used to it, baby girl. I’m going to own your ass in a few hours, and if I want to make you my cum slut, I will.” The pinkness in her cheeks deepens, and she pulls her lip between her teeth as my cock hardens, which only causes her eyes to bug out further.

I drag a hand down my face.

“Baby, as much as I want to play with you right now, we need to get you fed. But first, I need to change you.”

LAYA

“Baby, as much as I want to play with you. We need to get you fed. But first, I need to change you.” My eyebrows furrow, then Owen slides me off his lap and onto his desk as if I weigh nothing. He opens my legs and maneuvers my feet onto the desk. Embarrassment floods me. This is even worse than when I had my obstetrician appointments.

“Owen?”

“Shh. Stay still. Let me take care of you.” His gentle voice has me relaxing. Like the codependent I am, I submit to his words and watch on as he pulls open his desk drawer.

My eyes widen when he retrieves a tampon box, and I move to close my legs, but his hands clasp on my thighs, holding me open.

“I’m taking care of you.” His firm eyes meet mine, and his sharp voice slices through me, then he caresses my skin, igniting a thousand flames deep inside me. It’s a caring touch, gentle and full of protection. “Be a good girl and let me change you.” Why the hell does that sound so hot? Wantonly, I ease open my legs and let him slide the bloodied tampon from me, and I can’t helpbut watch on as his eyes flare with arousal, making me squirm on his wooden desk.

When I think he’s going to put a fresh tampon in, I’m mistaken. Instead, his thick finger enters me, and I moan, but just as quickly, he withdraws, then slides the tip of his finger over my already swollen clit.

“Mmm, fuck, it feels good to be coated in your blood again, Laya.” He licks his lips, his eyes heavy with a hunger I want to explore. “I could spend all day playing in your bloody cunt, taking my fill while you drip so beautifully for me.” He chuckles to himself.

A heady pant leaves my lips, and I clamp my mouth closed to stop myself from begging for more of his touch. He circles my needy bud, his eyes trained on my pussy. “You’re dripping on my desk, baby girl.”

“I-I…” No coherent thought enters my head.

“That’s it. Soak my desk, my bloody little cum slut.”

He presses down hard on my clit, and a gush of arousal combined with blood flows from me, but I don’t have it in me to care as I buck against his fingers, letting his filthy words wrap around me and bring me the comfort and euphoria I crave.

Stars flash in front of my eyes as my body tightens, and my orgasm hits me. “Such a good slut for me, Laya.” His breath caresses my pussy when he places a tender kiss there, and I melt against the desk.

My body deflates when he removes his fingers. He clears his throat, grabs a pack of wet wipes, then cleans his hand, my stomach, the desk, and my pussy of his cum and mine.

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