Page 49 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

Not really an attractive feeling, if Carlos’s reaction was anything to go by. He insisted on me covering up at all times, and sex between us had become non-existent. Even after the obstetrician gave us the go ahead, we didn’t return to havingsex. When he was out late at night, I often wondered if he was seeking it elsewhere.

Another thing I will never know.

“Whatever doubt flashed in your mind just then, knock it out, baby girl.” I lift my head to find Owen glaring at me.

“My tits are probably going to leak.” Embarrassment creeps over me at my rushed words.

Owen licks his lips, and he pulls his shirt off his shoulders and throws it to the floor, then strokes over the outline of his steely cock constricted by his tight pants, and I practically salivate watching him.

“Yeah, they are, baby.” His thick hand wraps around his shaft, and he begins pumping. “I can’t wait to wrap my lips around your nipples. Are you going to feed me too?”

Holy. Shit. He’s serious.

My heart misfires as wetness seeps from me, and before I can stop myself, I walk toward him and push my hands over his thick, coiled shoulders, and he sucks in a sharp breath, taking mine with his.

“Owen,” I whisper as his entire being encompasses me.

“I’m all yours, baby girl.”

His words wrap around me, giving me the security and confidence I crave as I breathe in the meaning behind his words.

Owen Stevens is finally mine.

OWEN

Her soft lips find my jawline, and I stand firm, allowing her to explore me how I want to explore her. The need for control makes my skin itch, but her touch is like a balm to the cause, gifting me with the comfort I crave.

She works down my throat, and I want nothing more than to tear the flimsy dress from her body to allow me to feel her skin against mine, but I refrain from doing so, the urge to see her blood coating her wedding dress as if it’s our first night together outweighs the bubble of excitement.

“I’ve waited so long to touch you,” she whispers, sending a trail of goose bumps over me. Her admission makes my heart constrict, and I both loathe and love it.

I’ve never had to try to get Laya’s attention. Her acceptance has always been there. Even if she doesn’t know how dark my depraved mind goes, I’m willing to leave that part of me behind in order to keep her. Anything to keep her.

“You’re perfect, Owen.” I want to balk at her words, but I broaden my shoulders, remaining still while she works her way over my pecs, tracing every tattoo with her tongue, and with it, pre-cum spills out of my slit like a geyser.

“So perfect,” she whispers as she lowers herself to her knees and her soft hands reach my belt.

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful as I do right now, an ethereal beauty.

“Oh fuck,” I pant out with excitement.

Her hair shimmers in the low lighting, her pouty lips beg to be tasted, and the swell of her tits plead to be drained into my waiting mouth. My body feels like it will combust, and it takes everything in me to remain focused, to allow her to continue her tender exploration of me.

She hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and grazes the tip of my cock with her finger, coating it in pre-cum. Beneath her thick lashes, her eyes lock with mine, her pupils blown wide, and my lip quirks at how desperately hungry my girl is for me.

“Are you going to taste me, baby girl?”

She licks her lips, then slowly, so fucking slowly, my lungs constrict when she brings the tip of her finger to her naughty little mouth and sucks the evidence of my arousal from it. I lean down toward her until my face is so close to hers our breaths mingle, and I revel in it.

“I’m going to fuck your little mouth, baby girl.”

Her lips part and her head sways, as if dizzy on my words, and her reaction only encourages me further. “Do you remember what I told you I was going to do to you?”

I take a hold of the back of her head; my thick fingers dig into her wavy hair as I hold her in place.

“You said you’d make me your cum slut.”

Exhilaration ripples through me like a hit of a drug ravishing an addict’s veins. Using my thumb of the hand supporting her head, I stroke circles over her cheek, and she turns into my touch like a perfect submissive, which only heightens my need for her.I’m not sure how I will tamper the animal raging inside me, fighting to become unleashed, but I’ll do it for her.

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