Page 66 of The Retreat

I whimper into his kiss when he grabs my cock and strokes hard and fast. I’m coming in a matter of seconds, panting and shaking and digging my fingers into him as waves of pleasure pulse through me.

“Fuck, you’re incredible.” Owen leans into me to keep me upright. “I love watching you come.”

All the bones in my body are jelly. “You’re going to be the death of me.” My head rests on the slick tile.

“Only I’m allowed to make death jokes.” Owen licks my neck and down to my collarbones.

“Technically, that was a murder joke.”

He slides his dick against my hip, rocking into me. Gods, if he ever fucks me, he’s going to wreck me in the best way. A shiver runs across my skin, and my dick twitches. I can’t get enough of him.

“Ready to go again already?” He glances between us, watching us slide together.

“Have you looked in a mirror? You’re fucking hot, husband.”

“I try not to, actually.” He shrugs and turns me to face the wall before I can respond. “Feet together.”

Owen teases me with his dick, sliding between my cheeks. I arch my back, pushing my ass into him to give him better access. I have no idea what his plan is, but I want it.

Grabbing my hip, he pulls me up to my toes and slides his dick between my thighs. The water makes our skin slick, so there’s no resistance.

I clench the muscles, tightening around him as he fucks himself between my thighs. His gorgeous cock drags against my balls, adding more sensation.

Owen groans into my shoulder and wraps his arm around me to hold my throat, fingers and thumb pressing into the sides, adding a light pressure. I’m floating before I even realize it. Quickly, he’s thrusting against me, the sound of his hips hitting my ass echoing in the space. My back is plastered to his chest, his hands on my body, and his mouth on my skin. I’m so fucking lost to this man. I grip his hair, keeping him against me.

“Use me,” I moan into his ear, and he shudders. His teeth sink into my shoulder as he comes, coating my inner thighs and the wall.

His lips find my ear. “Of course I’m going to use what’s mine.”

The guttural growl of the word has goosebumps erupting on my skin. When his hot palm wraps around me, his cock softening between my thighs, I gasp his name.

“Come on, princess. You can come again.” He works my body like he has a road map. Everything he does, from pinching my nipples to scratching his nails down my stomach, has me climbing toward the precipice. “One of these days we’re going to see how many times you can come in a night.”

“Please.” I’m hungry for it, for him, for the way he makes me feel. The way he makes me feel safe when his attention is on me.

Owen reaches for the cum he left on my skin and uses it to lube my cock.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper, turning my face into his throat. “I want to taste you.”

With his free hand, he gathers his cum on his fingers and slides them between my lips.

“Suck them clean.”

I work his fingers with earnest, needing to prove to him that I can be good for him. That he doesn’t need to find someone else later. I can be what he needs, too.

“Good boy.”

The tingles throbbing through my body explode in Technicolor behind my eyes. What was left in my balls dribbles from my slit as he wrings me dry.

He holds me while I shudder and catch my breath. Stroking my skin softly, in comforting circles. Once I’ve recovered, I turn in his arms and kiss him. For the first time, he allows me to kiss him instead of taking it himself.

What the fuck does that mean?

TWENTY-THREE

Owen

“Owen, it’s so great to be able to sit down with you.”

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