Page 114 of Puck Prince

Owen moans into my mouth, his hands sliding down my back, cupping my butt in his palms. I stand on my toes to push the kiss deeper. His cock, which has never been more ready to go than it is right now, presses into my clit. Just the hint of pressure is enough to ignite a fire, and I moan, too.

“God, you taste good,” he says huskily, his mouth still on mine.

“You feel good,” I whimper.

“Oh, yeah?” Owen pulls back enough to look down at me. “I bet I can feel even better.”

Before he can do anything, though, I grab his hands in mine and take a step back. “Not… not yet.”

Gingerly, I lower myself to my knees.

Owen watches, his solid chest rising and falling. His abs tense even more. Slowly, I kiss him. Just the tip to start with. It’s a subtle, barely there brush of my lips, but it’s enough to make him suck in a breath.

“Jesus, Callie. You’re going to end me.”

“Not yet.” My voice is a purr. Because the only thing better than running this man over the edge is dangling him slowly off of it, not quite letting him fall.

I point my tongue, dragging it slowly down the length of him.

“Fuck me.” Owen braces his hands on the tile wall and the glass door.

“If you’re lucky,” I say softly.

Owen lets out a gravelly laugh. “Girl, you better tread lightly.”

“You mean like this?” I glide my tongue back up his cock. Owen’s jaw goes slack as he tilts his head back. I can feel his knees wanting to give out.

I take him in, sucking, teasing, pumping. The tension is building inside of him, hot and ready to break. But before it can, he pulls me to my feet and presses me to the wall.

His mouth crashes into mine as he leans against me hard, his hands tugging at my hair before finding their way down to my breasts. His thumbs circle my nipples, teasing. I squirm under him, whimpering in his mouth.

“How does it feel to be teased?” he asks. “Hm? Do you like it when I make you squirm?”

I want to answer, to shoot something back at him. The push and pull is half the turn-on. But before I can, he thrusts his hips into mine, grinding our bodies together.

“Fuck!” I gasp.

Owen grins devilishly. “Are you going to come for me before I’m even inside of you?”

Yes.

“No.”

“Tell me what you want, Callie.” He presses his forehead to mine, his hips pulling away just enough to keep me from the edge.

I’ve forgotten all the rules. All the shoulds and shouldn'ts. Everything that has happened and anything that could.

I just know what I want right now.

Needright now.

Owen stops everything and looks at me. And without hesitation, I answer him: “You.”

That’s all it takes. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him. His strong arms hold me up, and I feel him inside of me.

Both of us let out a groan.

I tangle my hands in his hair as he presses me to the wall again, thrusting in and out of me. It’s slow at first. I can feel the friction of every inch of him inside every inch of me.

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