Page 65 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

“Owen?”

“Mmm?” I glide the tip of my cock down her ass cheeks and over her puckered hole.

“Are you going to use lube?”

She tries to raise her head, so I place my palm on her back, holding her in place. Then I spit at her ass again, watching with fixation as my saliva drips down the crook of her cheeks and over the tip of my cock.

“No. This is my lube, baby girl.” I spit out the latter and she flinches at my spiteful tone.

Then, without warning her, I press the head of my cock into her ass. Her hands move to grip the sheets, but she needs to learn I’m in control here. I move quickly and pull her wrists behind her back, holding them together just above her ass. “This is my ass. Understand me?” I bellow, and push forward a little more, delighting in the way my cock stretches her small hole.

“Oh, shit. It hurts,” she whimpers.

“Yeah? Good, I hope it fucking hurts you, Laya. I hope it hurts like you fucking hurt me. You want to be treated like a slut. You got it.” I slam inside her, and her small body tightens as a scream tears from her lungs.

“Fuck, that feels good. So fucking tight.” My eyes roll and my jaw clenches while my body stills, unable to move, trying to keep from orgasming so soon. Then I draw my cock out and slam back inside, ignoring her whimpers as I do. “You’re my little slut, baby girl.” I pull back and slam inside harder. “Mine!” I roar.

The mattress squeaks as I dig my knees firmly into it while I pummel her ass, giving her small body no choice but to take me. All of me, just how she wanted.

“You wanted my darkness? You fucking have it, Laya.”

I release her hands, and before she can brace herself, I yank her up by her hair so her back is against my chest. Her face contorts in a perfect blend of pleasure and pain, yet all I feel is my need to possess her. I place my hands around her throat, rear back, and spit in her face, then follow it up by licking the saliva from her cheek. “You got all of me, baby.” I drop her onto the mattress, and she falls face-first. Then I maneuver myself so I have one foot on the bed to give me the perfect angle to drive deeper inside her.

“Oh god,” she cries out, and I feel like a fucking king conquering the world, knowing I’m pushing her limits.

I lean down on one side and wrap my fingers around her throat, loving the way she fits so perfectly beneath my tattooed fingers. “You belong to me. Say it!”

The pulse on her neck skitters, forcing my cock to swell with unbridled need. “Fucking say it!” I grit out as I press harder, loving the way her eyes flutter closed at the pressure behind my force. “That’s it, fuck, that’s it.” Her ass clenches and her body tenses, and with that feeling of power over her, my cock unleashes inside her, flooding her stretched hole as I slowly ease the pressure around her throat. “Fuck, soooo good.” I plunge inside again, hoping to drag out my orgasm as my warm cum fires from my cock, filling her to capacity.

“Fuck,” I grunt as I fall forward, completely spent.

Sweat coats my body as I crash against her, my cock still lodged inside my wife’s ass.

Silence fills the room; the only sound I hear is that of my heart beating rapidly against her.

“I lied.” I still above her. “We never did that together. I wanted it rough, Owen,” she murmurs as a tear slides down her cheek, and my lungs deflate on her words, all anger diminished, then I’m flooded with guilt.

“That was your first time?” I question, pissed I took her so roughly. That she allowed me to take her like that without saying a damn word.

“Yes,” she whispers.

Horror swirls in my stomach. “Jesus, Laya.”

“I wanted to feel the real you, Owen. All of you.” Her confession makes my heart ache, but I understand it. I was holding back, and, in turn, it was hurting her.

“I’m here now, baby girl.” I stroke the hair from her face. “You have all of me,” I confirm as I tilt her head to face me.

“You have all of me. You always have.”

Her smile turns sleepy as I stroke over her hair.

I place a kiss on the side of her face. “You stepped into my darkness, Laya, and now all I see is you, my light.”

Then I spend the rest of the night lavishing my girl with the care she deserves, all while she remains in a post-sex stupor. I tend to her every need, gifting her with the love she yearns for as I cover her body in soothing lotion, brush her hair back into place, and follow each stroke of the brush up with a kiss to her forehead while she smiles back at me with contentment. Our love grows stronger with each reassuring touch, and I feel it deep in my soul.

“All I see is you,” I whisper as she drifts off to sleep.

THIRTY-THREE

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