Page 50 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

“Good girl, baby.” She melts against my touch, and as her eyes flutter closed, the power that consumes me is like nothing before. Her trust becomes the fuel to the fire burning deep inside me. “Such a good girl for letting me use you.”

“Now, take my cock out.” Her eyes dart open, and she pushes my pants and boxers down my muscular legs until they fall to the floor. She sucks in a sharp breath, which I ignore and continue on with my need to command her. “Now, I want you to lick my balls, then all the way up my shaft.” Her soft hands land on my legs, steadying herself, and she doesn’t even flinch at my sharp demand. Flicking her tongue out, she coats my balls with her spittle, eager to please me. Her nails dig into my thighs, and I relish the bite as she languorously follows the vein that protrudes from my cock all the way to the swollen head. A low groan of hisses leave my mouth at finally feeling her at my feet and worshipping my cock.

My good girl pauses and flutters her eyelashes at me as she awaits further instruction. “Kiss it, baby girl. Lick that slit nice and clean. Worship my cock, little cum slut.” My nostrils flare and I tip my head back as the image of her tongue darting out to do just that remains frozen in my brain. The tender way she glides it over the slit before shoving it further in, as if hungry for more of my taste, has my hand pinching her scalp to lock her in place. I can’t help the way I thrust up into her mouth, eager to receive more of her greedy tongue.

Then I jerk her head back by her hair until our eyes meet, needing to instill some boundaries before we continue. “I’m going to fuck your throat now, baby girl.” Her eyes widen, and she looks adorable. “If you want me to stop, slap my thighshard.” I emphasize the latter so she’s aware it takes a lot for me to stop myself, to cage the beast once again.

She raises her chin and straightens her shoulders. “I don’t want you to stop.” A smile forms on my lips at my pouty girl, always so confident and equally stubborn.

She’s seen me in some fucked-up positions with women when she was younger, but that was all before I had her. I’ve worked hard to get a leash on the control, for her sake and mine. Besides, I was sure to hide the worst of me from her, determined not to scare her away. She was the only thing I had in the world, the only person to look at me with an ocean of love in her eyes I felt like it was consuming me, and Jesus, did I want to throw myself in there and drown in her.

The same unadulterated love fills her eyes now, mixed with passion and longing, a look so full of awe my chest tightens and my cock aches.

The tip is still wet from her delicate lips, and I bask in the pleasure of it, knowing she was there only moments ago, my girl, my wife. My muscles coil tight as I take my thick cock in my hand, and when my wedding band glimmers, possession consumes me.

She’s mine.

She’s finally fucking mine.

I fist myself harder, faster and stare down at her waiting lips. I’ve waited for this moment for what feels like my entire life, to have her as my wife at my feet, eager to please me.

“My good girl,” I croon. Then I take my cock and wipe the pre-cum gathering on the tip down her cheek. She licks her lips, and I smirk, knowing how much she wants me. Her eyes beg for me to feed her my cum, and on that thought, I tug faster.

When she swallows, I feel like I’m going to combust. I smack my cock against her cheek as punishment, and revel in the shock on her face. Tightening the grip in her hair, I yank her head back. “Open your mouth,” I grit out through clenched teeth. She complies, and I hover the tip of the angry head over her mouth,then slowly feed her my length. She gags, but I push past it, and the way her eyes widen and her hands tighten on my thighs are a giveaway to her panicked state, but I’m too far gone in the pleasure of controlling her to care. Then I wrap my now free hand around her throat and delight in the sensation of feeling my cock situated deep inside her. My fingers tangle with her necklace, and I revel in the control of holding her in place.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” Her tongue thrashes about as she struggles to take me, and dribble spills from her mouth, but I hold her steadfast, then slowly withdraw almost all the way out as she gasps for breath before I slide back in. She chokes, but I push past it, then pull out and repeat, letting her get used to the sensation of me filling her hole for my pleasure. “Good girl. You’re taking me so well.” My balls draw up at the way her eyelids become heavy on my words, and my control snaps.

She winces as I pinch her scalp as a result of the tight rein I have on her hair. Then I thrust forward, holding her in place.

My hips move faster and faster as I slam into her throat, and sweat beads on my forehead and down my spine.

“That’s it, be my little slut. My beautiful wife,” I spit out with possessiveness and equal pleasure. Her warmth and wetness floods me down to my balls as arousal zips through my body at lightning speed. I use her mouth faster and faster. “So fucking good.” She gags as tears spill from her eyes, and her nails pierce my thighs as I move quicker and harder, delighting in using her. When my balls tighten, I withdraw and remove my hand from her throat, aiming the tip of my cock over her mouth and face as I come. Shaking myself over her, exhilaration and relief flow from me in uncontrollable waves of ecstasy. I cover her lips and chin, then splash onto her cheeks, over her lashes, and down onto her necklace. Then I squeeze the tip of my cock on her tongue, drawing out every drop of my desire onto her.

“That’s a good wife. Jesus, it pains me to see you coated in my love for you,” I admit in a gravelly tone.

The grip on her hair remains forceful while I come down from my orgasm, desperate to keep the connection as I survey her response to my use of her. She flutters her eyelids, and when her lips tip up into a gentle smile, my shoulders relax.

I stroke circles over her cheek and swipe away the cum with my thumb. “You can swallow now, baby girl.”

She rolls her lips and swallows, and the sight has my cock twitching. Something tells me I will never get enough of Laya.

Ever.

TWENTY-FIVE

LAYA

He stands above me like an avenger, his strong, broad shoulders covered in tattoos that travel over his torso. His pecs twitch under my scrutiny, and his abs contract as he comes down from his orgasm.

I’ve given blowjobs before, but never one where I was used so roughly. But I crave more. I crave everything that Owen has to give, all of him.

His abrasiveness calls to me, and his heavy hand and domineering composure sends excitement and arousal rippling through me, and I want to beg him to allow me to please him.

This man has owned my heart, soul, and body for as long as I can remember, and now he has it. I want him to use it to its full capacity. I want to please him, and it pleases me knowing he needs me as much as I need him.

There’s a darkness inside Owen he tries to mask. He becomes too domineering for some women and that’s why he gave me the option of tapping out, but I want that, I want him, every partof him: the dark, the destructive, and the dominating. I simply want him, whatever that is.

Licking my lips, I savor his taste on my lips, and his nostrils flare. The grip in my hair slackens and a part of me misses the roughness of his touch after only just receiving it.

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