Page 5 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

“Open your legs.”

His stare lands on my pussy, and he licks his lips, the lips which devoured me after waiting a lifetime for their willing touch.

“Put your hands on your ankles, Laya, and pull your legs up.”

I move on his command, thrusting my legs up and holding them open.

“This what you want?” He fists his cock with his free hand, and my breath catches. All my dreams are finally my reality, yet my mind can’t play catch-up. “Fucking answer!”

“Ye-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please.”

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts as his hips work in time with his fist. “I’m going to come on you, Laya. Would you like that, baby girl? For me to come on you?”

Oh, dear god. I want it so badly I can barely construct words.

“Ye-yes.”

“Of course you would.” He steps closer and raises the belt. Then before I can dispute it, the sharpness of the leather hitting my pussy makes my back arch off the mattress. “Always teasing me with your tight little ass.” The veins on his neck protrude, and he slaps the leather against me again, the burn overwhelming as I squeeze my eyes shut but snap them open just as quick, not wanting to miss a damn thing. “Those perfect tits begging to be marked.” His shoulders pull tight, and his jaw sharpens as if angry before slapping me harder, causing me to cry out. “Tormenting me.” Holy shit, he admitted he wanted me too. I bite into my lip as another searing lash hits my bare flesh.

“Like fucking torture, not touching you,” he grits out with such hatred that guilt slices through me at the turmoil I caused him. I welcome this lash; I take it willingly, if only to take away a sliver of his pain.

He throws the belt to the floor and kneels onto the bed. Then he sits back on his heels between my legs, and I raise my head to watch him jerk his cock. Pre-cum coats the bulging vein running up his length, and the thick head is purple, looking painful as his desire slides from his slit. “Fuck, yeah. Watch me coat your pussy with my cum, baby girl.”

Sweat coats his forehead as his fist works faster and faster, and all I can do is watch with hungry eyes at his eagerness as streams of pre-cum land on my pussy, increasing the arousal leaking from me.

My pussy burns from his belt, but as my arousal slips from me, I crave his thickness. “I need you inside me, Owen. I want you to come inside me.”

“Fucking Jesus,” he hisses as his cum shoots from the tip of his engorged cock. The look of ecstasy on his face is like something I have never witnessed before. Every thought I ever dreamed, every stolen moment, nothing could have prepared me for his look. I’ll never forget it. Pure, unadulterated rapture coats every feature of his perfectly handsome face, and I commit it to memory, to keep it forever.

As his breathing regulates, his eyes meet mine. My heart thuds with nervousness. Is this the moment he leaves?

He drops, resting his elbow at the side of my head, our eyes locking and our mouths a hairsbreadth apart. “You still want this?” He drags the tip of his cock through his cum and down to my hole where it rests at my entrance, teasing me with a promise of things to come.

“More than anything,” I whisper.

His soft lips find mine, and one palm holds my head in place while he uses the other to guide himself inside me.

He swallows my whine as I wince at the intrusion, my vagina struggling to accommodate him.

He’s big compared to any man I’ve seen in the porn I’ve watched, but it’s given me a good indication on the size of a man’s dick, and Owen is something else. I spent my teen years stalking him and watching him fuck other women—always on the sidelines, wanting more, hoping for more, but never being enough.

“You’re too good for me, baby girl.”

I move to shake my head and argue, but his hand holds me firmly. “But you’re going to take every fucking inch of this cock like a good girl. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He glares at me. “Yes, fucking what?”

“Yes, please.”

He nods, seemingly happy with my response, then draws his hips back and surges deep inside me. My back arches off the bed on a choked scream, and his pupils dilate. A feral look of ownership crosses over him as he slams his thick cock through the barrier. “Fuck, I could come already. Your perfect little cunt is squeezing me so tight.”

I moan his loss when he slides his cock out to the tip. “You see that?” I glance between us, his cock coated in a mixture of our arousal and my blood. I nod.

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