Page 52 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

OWEN

Her mouth falls open, and I grin manically, then spit the tampon out onto the sheets, the taste of her blood on my lips an aphrodisiac to the darkness inside me, roaring to be released.

Blood drips from her pussy, soaking into the fabric of her wedding dress, and I breathe in the scent of her like a predator about to consume its prey.

“My beautiful, bloody wife, dripping for me.” I stroke over her soft thigh and move closer to her pussy. It’s swollen, begging for my tongue, but I’m desperate to fill her, torn between taste and touch.

Taking my cock in hand, I line it up to her hole and close my eyes. I’ve waited for this moment for what feels like an eternity, to finally fuck the girl I love as my wife.

I drop down onto my forearms, hovering my lips above hers, and when she smiles at me, it fills me with the solitude and warmth only she can bring to my frozen heart, finally basking in the warmth her absence stole.

“Love you, baby girl,” I whisper against her lips.

Tears glisten in her eyes, the enormity of the moment taking its toll on her.

So many walls put in place, so many feelings considered but never our own, yet we’re finally where we were always meant to be.

“I love you too,” she whispers, and I slide deep inside her, willing it to last an eternity.

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OWEN

Her warmth encompasses me as I wait for her body to relax against mine. She fits me so perfectly, like she was made for me, and I hiss through my teeth at the thought.

“Mine,” I grit out, then crash my lips against hers.

Her hand holds my jaw in place as we become feral for one another, the pressure building inside me so strong I have little choice but to start thrusting deep inside my wife while she wraps her legs around me.

“Are you bleeding for me, wife?” I nip at her lip and follow it up with a lash of my tongue.

“Yes.” She pants heavily against me. “I’m bleeding for you, Owen.”

“Fuck yes.” Her words send me wild, and I power into her, each thrust stronger than the last, determined to leave my mark, to have her warm pussy molded to my length.

“You take my cock so well, Laya. Your cunt is greedy for me, isn’t it?”

She throws her head back, and I deliver kisses down the column of her throat, delighting in the moans that escape her precious lips.

I grind my hips, making sure to hit her clit, and revel in the impact of her pulsating walls clamping around me like a vise. “Fuck, you feel so damn good. I can feel you gushing on my cock, Laya. All bloody and ready for me.”

“Oh god!” Her body tightens around me, and I slam inside her harder and harder. The headboard hits the wall, and I push up onto my knees, grasp the wood, and hold on, staring down at her in ecstasy as she combusts on my cock.

“That’s it.”Slam.

“Bleed on my cock.”Thrust.

“Soak me, baby girl.” I power inside her. “Make my cock a bloody mess, baby girl. Make us both a mess.”Slam.

The firm hold she has around me dissipates, so I take her in. The way her hair is splayed out over the pillows and her cheeks flush with her pleasure adds to her beauty. My gaze roams over the swell of her tits, and the fact I haven’t tasted my wife’s milk yet sends annoyance through my veins like a poison. My nostrils flare, and I ball the straps of her dress in my hands, tearing through the fabric with ease. Her mouth falls open as she lifts her head, her eyes wide.

“Jesus,” I breathe out in exhilaration. “So fucking beautiful, baby girl.” She chews on her bottom lip, then the moment my lips wrap around her nipple, she drops her head back against the pillow while holding my head in place. Her warm milk floods into my mouth, and I groan at the taste.

Fuck, this is incredible.

Absolutely fucking incredible.

“Oh god, Owen,” she moans as I become feral, moving from one nipple to the other in wonderment while pumping her tits with my thick palm, encouraging her release. “That’s it, baby,give me more milk.”Mmm.Fuck, incredible, every inch of her incredible.

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