Page 51 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

“Please,” I whisper, and his hands ball into fists beside him as he stares down at me.

“Please what, little slut?” His gravelly voice has me wriggling from side to side.

“I need to feel you.”

“Where?” His Adam’s apple bobs. “Where do you need to feel me, baby girl?”

I blush, and he smooths the hair from my face, then tenderly rubs his essence into my skin, and every cell of my body takes it willingly.

“Do you need me to stretch your little cunt with my cock?” My chest expands at his filthy tongue as need builds inside me to feel just that. I squirm in response. “Use your fucking words for me, baby girl.”

“Y-yes.”

His thumb travels down my jawline. “Do you want me to fuck your bloody cunt like a good husband?”

Holy shit. Yes.

“Yesss,” I whisper, barely able to construct the word.

“I’m going to come inside you, Laya. I’m going to put my baby deep inside you, give Romeo a little brother or sister. Would you like that, baby girl?” I close my eyes as his words wrap around me. I’ve waited so long to hear that; I’ve wished for a family with Owen since being a small girl, and now he’s offering me everything I ever wanted, and the emotion it brings to the forefront of my mind is almost debilitating.

“Say yes, like a good girl.”

I open my eyes and see the love flow from him in waves. He wants this as much as I do, our own family.

The way I always dreamed we’d be.

“Yes, please.”

Before I can blink, he lifts me under my arms, then throws me onto the mattress, and I can’t help the giggle that escapes me when I bounce.

“I’ve waited so fucking long to do this, Laya.” He crawls onto the bed, his huge form dwarfing mine, and with it, a sliver of unease flashes through me.

The last time we had sex, it hurt, and I just took his monster cock in my throat and can still feel the rawness. I haven’t had sex since before Romeo was born, and now he’s about to destroy me.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, I’m going to look after your bloody cunt.”

He tears my panties from me like a rabid animal, then sits back on his heels, staring at my pussy.

“Fuck me, that’s hot.”

I lean up on my elbows, and he fists himself to full length while staring at my apex. Desire makes me clench, and I want to beg him to take me, but instead, I watch in fascination as he lowers his head to between my legs. “I’m going to tug your tampon out of your bloody hole with my mouth, Laya.” He lifts his head, and his gaze latches onto mine. “Then I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside you, baby girl, you’ve no choice but to breed for me.” A moan escapes me when his palms clasp my thighs, holding me in place. “Are you going to bleed on my cock, baby girl?” I thrust my hips toward him in encouragement, and he smirks.

“Yes,” I pant out.

“Good girl. Now let me play.”

He buries his face in my pussy, and I throw my head back as he flattens his tongue and delivers a smooth stroke over mypussy and clit. The taboo element of my period on his tongue only adds to the thrill of his touch. He nibbles at my clit, toying with it, and presses soft kisses to it, then glides his tongue over my pussy lips, soaking them. Then he lifts his head, and my eyes clash with his, and I watch on open-mouthed as he spits on my pussy, once, twice, three times before he dips back down. This time, he works me into a frenzy, eating at me like a ravenous beast, the grunts and groans from him mirroring my own pleasure.

Then I feel the soft tugging on the tampon, and my body freezes as I realize that he’s actually doing it, that his words weren’t just his filthy mouth running away with him. He’s getting a better grip on it, using his teeth to pull the tampon from me, and I don’t know whether to be disgusted or turned on, but my body reacts before my mind, flooding with approval. “Please.” I buck up into his touch.

He slaps my pussy, and I almost come.

“Oh, shit!” I throw my head back.

Then a gush releases from me with the tampon as he pulls back and sits on his heels, the tampon hanging between his teeth jarring me.

A smug grin encompasses his handsome face, and I melt against the sheets at the sight, full of bloody triumph, and I want him all the more.

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