Page 117 of The Retreat

“Yes, I’m going to take all your doubts about my feelings and possible resentment out on your ass.”

FORTY

Colin

When I came up with the plan to marry Owen to save my sister, I didn’t think I would actually develop feelings. In fact, I’ve purposefully avoided feelings for years.

Now I wake up next to an amazing man who shows me I’m worth it. He treats me with a respect no one else ever has and fucks me like he hates me. It’s perfect.

When his alarm goes off at a ridiculous hour, I want to be mad, but I’m not. By making him go to bed at a decent time, I do as well. Plus, he has a tournament today, so I’m surprised he slept at all.

Owen slides a hand up my torso and leans over to kiss my bare shoulder.

“Good morning.” His sleep rough voice makes me smile.

“Morning.”

I feel him smile against my skin.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to participate in a little pre-tourney relaxation?” I move his hand down to cup my dick and roll my hips into the touch.

He groans, pressing his warm body against mine, and bites at my neck. “I don’t have time for that.”

I grind my ass against his cock, loving the way he grips me.

“Please, husband,” I moan in his ear. “I want to feel you all day.” Plus, I know he has plenty of time. He’s always awake before he needs to be, and he can skip a shower if need be.

“Fuck,” Owen grunts, and I know I’ve got him.

I grab the lube from the bedside table, and he flips the blankets back, making me shudder at the sudden cold.

“Hurry up, it’s cold,” I grumble and roll onto my stomach.

“This was your idea. You’re going to ride me.”

Oh, hell yes.

Owen lays back, and I quickly straddle him. His lean but strong hips flex under me. Fuck, he’s hot.

He grips the back of my neck, pulling my mouth down to his, and sliding his other hand between my legs to lube up my hole. I groan into his kiss and ride his fingers.

I love the stretch, so he doesn’t work me open too much, just makes sure I won’t get hurt, then grabs his dick for me.

“Such a gentleman,” I sass against his lips.

“If you’re going to be a brat, I’ll use your mouth instead.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, husband.” I push back onto him, taking him in a quick thrust. Owen’s fingers dig into my skin as he gasps for me.

Gods, I’m so full.

With both hands on his chest, I push myself up and sink just a little farther onto him.

“You’re beautiful.” Owen holds my hips and thrusts up into me a few times before I take over. I start with rolling my hips, grinding him deep, then start lifting off him a little at a time. It’s a tease for both of us, but I know he’ll snap eventually and take over. He has a schedule to keep, after all, and I know he won’t miss his workout or meetings.

“Princess,” Owen warns, his breathing deepening. He wants to fuck, quick and hard. I do too, but I like making him wait. Just a little. “I don’t have time for slow.”

“You said to ride you.” I grind him deep again, forcing a groan from him. “This was your choice.”

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