Page 45 of Pucking Secret

He shoves my shirt up, as well as my bra. Leaning down, he takes one of my nipples between his lips and begins to suck. Gasping, I arch my back and clasp his head, holding him to my chest. Once that peak is hard and aching, he moves to my other breast and repeats the process.

“Owen,” I say in a breathless whisper, “I’m… I’m sensitive…”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he replies, his voice low and rumbling. “I’ll make sure it’s good.”

Nodding, I let my head fall back as he kisses his way down my belly to the top of my sweatpants. Looking up at me, he grins, his eyes dark with hunger. He grabs my sweatpants and underwear and slides them down my legs. I shiver when his fingers brush along my thighs and he pushes my legs apart.

I blush, suddenly self-conscious. I’m worried about what he will think. It’s not exactly the same down there as it was in high school—I had a kid, for fuck’s sake. What if he thinks I’m… I don’t know. What if the differences bother him?

To my relief, he lets out a low groan and says, “Fuck, Stace. Your pussy is perfect.”

A jolt of pleasure rushes through me and I gasp. He can’t know how much his words mean to me. For so long, I’ve been so focused on being Millie’s mom that I haven’t thought of myself as a woman with needs. To have him praise me and look at mewith such raw desire makes me melt into him, craving him even more.

“I want you to relax,” he tells me in a warm, commanding tone. “Tonight is just about you. I want to take care of you and make you feel good, so just enjoy yourself and don’t think about anything but me.”

I suck in a breath and whisper, “O-okay.”

His lips curl into a grin and then he lowers his head and drags his tongue along my hot, sensitive folds. I let out a cry, but slap my hand over my mouth to muffle it. The last thing I want to do right now is wake Millie.

Owen wraps his hands around my thighs and holds my legs open as he licks and kisses me with abandon. It’s so fucking good. I thought he was skilled back in highschool, but he’s now on a whole other level. It feels even better since it’s been so long since I’ve had anyone touch me at all, let alone like this. He devours and savors me like I’m his favorite meal.

“Owen,” I gasp, running my hands through his hair. “It feels so good…”

He chuckles against me, the vibrations making me squirm.

“You need more, don’t you?” he says. “You can’t get enough of this.”

“Yes! Please…”

“Good girl.”

He moves his lips to my clit and sucks. At the same time, he presses two fingers inside me. I nearly come off the bed, the sensations are so sudden and intense. Owen continues to suck and lick my clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy, and within moments, I’m thrashing against the sheets. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. He’s going to make me come so hard… just a little bit more… just a bit…

The pleasure tightens in my belly and suddenly explodes through me. My thighs clench around his head and I undulatemy hips up into his mouth. He’s relentless, continuing to suck and pump his fingers hard and fast, drawing out my orgasm until I’m dancing on the edge of pleasure and pain.

When it becomes too much, I push at his head. I fall into the mattress when he finally lets me go. Curled up on my side, I ride out the last waves of my release, whimpering and shaking as tears prick the corners of my eyes.

Holy shit, that was so intense! I’ve never experienced an orgasm like that. It felt like I was being ripped apart, but I didn’t want it to stop. Is it because it’s been so long since I’ve been with someone?

Or is it because it’s Owen? His touch… his kisses…

Slowly, the waves slow and my body begins coming down from the incredible high. I relax into the bed, boneless and satisfied, my breathing heavy. After a few minutes, I become aware that Owen has climbed into the bed next to me. He’s lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand as he gently strokes his fingers down my side and over my hip.

“You okay?” he murmurs, the corner of his lips curled into a half-grin.

Swallowing, I nod. “Yeah… yeah, I’m okay.”

“Has it been awhile?”

I blush. I resist the urge to bury my face against my pillows to hide my embarrassment.

“You could say that.”

He’s quiet, brushing hair from my face and playing with a lock in his fingers. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, and it makes me nervous.

“What about Millie’s father?” he asks at last.

I freeze, taken aback by the sudden question. Pressing my lips together, I gaze up at him. What do I say? I don’t want to lie to him, but I’m not sure I’m ready to tell him the truth yet.This moment is too loaded—my body is still humming with the aftershocks of the incredible orgasm he just gave me.

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