Page 68 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

A whimper leaves my throat, and I force myself to nod.

Hurt flashes in his baby-blue eyes, and I want to take back my admittance. “You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

He’d never hurt me. I know more than anything else in the world that this man would never harm me.

Softness coats his handsome face. “It’s for protection, baby.”

“Are we in danger?”

“Never. I’d never let a damn thing hurt you or my boy.” He says the words with so much conviction my body sags in relief. “Now, let me show you.”

I pull back from him with narrowed eyes, and when he dips his head and swipes his tongue over my slick folds, I melt into him, gripping his shoulders to steady myself while he feasts on me. Every stroke of his tongue is like ecstasy as I drop my head back and give in to this man, my protector.

OWEN

She melts against the wood of the desk; her whimpers of pleasure are like euphoria on my tongue.

Without her realizing, I slip the gun into my hand and double-check the safety is on, even though the gun isn’t loaded. Then I use it to nudge at her entrance, and her body reacts instantly. My eyes roll with the intoxicating feeling of control I have over her.

Slowly, I feed the tip of the gun into her pussy hole, and she accepts it while my mouth works over her clit, sucking her swollen bud and bringing her to the brink of orgasm.

“Look down, baby girl. Look down at me fucking you.”

She raises her head, her eyes heavy with lust, and I pull back so she can watch me slip the gun in and out of her pussy.

Watching my weapon slip inside her has my cock leaking desperately, and I wrap my fist around it, pumping it in time. “Touch yourself, Laya. Touch yourself. Get off on my weapon fucking you.”

Her mouth falls open, a combination of startled and aroused marring her pretty features as her fingers move frantically over her clit. “Oh god,” she pants. “Oh Jesus, Owen.”

“Fuck yes,” I grunt as the sound of our pleasure fills the room.

My gun slides out of her with ease, and I want nothing more than to fill her while using the only form of protection I will allow to enter her pussy.

I stand abruptly. “You’re going to take us both, Laya. You’re going to let me fuck you with our protection.”

Her eyes widen.

“Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

She nods, then rests her elbows on the desk, which allows her to watch as I slide the gun from her pretty, dripping cunt, leaving only the tip inside.

Then I line my cock up at her hole, the metal of the gun resting above me. With one hand on the handle of the gun, I push us both inside her. “Oh fuck, baby girl.” She stretches to accommodate us both, and the sight has my balls drawing up as I bite into the side of my mouth to stop myself from coming. “Fuck, that’s it.”

“Owen, oh god.”

I push the barrel of the gun in while her pussy muscles pull tightly around me. My body coils tight, my muscles ache with a need to expel my aggression. “Only me and our protection fuck this pussy, Laya.”

“Yes.”

“Say it!” I bite out.

“Only you and our protection fuck your pussy.”

The ways she says it’s my pussy sends me feral, and I withdraw before slamming back inside her, causing her to wince. My hips pick up pace as I thrust inside my girl.

“Slap your pussy,” I demand. “Slap that fucking pussy while I fuck you.”

Her hand rises, and the slick sound of her slapping herself fills the room while I let go, fucking her with my cock and the cold metal of my gun.

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