Page 51 of Pucking Secret

He chuckles, the sound barely discernible over the noise of the vibrator.

“Good girl. Now, should we see how many times I make you come before you can’t take it anymore?”

Who is this man? This sexy, dirty, merciless man? Owen holds the vibrator against me and I squirm as pleasure overwhelms me.

“You’re so sexy,” he growls. “Tell me, beautiful, are you on birth control?”

The question catches me off-guard for a second, but I murmur, “Yeah, I’m on the pill.”

“Good.”

He kisses me, and I whimper as he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip. He presses the vibrator tighter to my clit. I can’t take it anymore. My orgasm slams through me. I throw my head back and scream, flailing against the ropes holding me in place. He doesn’t remove the vibrator, keeping it pressed against me and forcing my orgasm to go on and on.

I hear the snap of his belt buckle and the rustle of his pants. The vibrator disappears, and then he’s thrusting his cock inside me. It’s like time stops and all of my attention is zeroed in on the point where we’re joined. I remember how it was when we were younger and inexperienced. The stretch always ached a bit, but I loved the feel of him inside me. Now, there’s no ache, but I still love the feel of him buried deep inside my pussy. He’s bigger than he used to be. His body, his cock… everything about him is larger and more overwhelming. We’ve both changed, yet we still fit perfectly together. He pumps in and out of me fast and hard. I want so badly to wrap my arms around him and hold him tight, but I can’t, so I hook my legs around him instead. I roll straight into a second orgasm.

“Owen!” I shriek.

He buries his face against my neck and moves faster. His pace is brutal but I don’t want him to stop. It’s too good!

When he buries his fingers in my hair and pulls it, I let out a long moan.

“I’m going to cum,” Owen moans. “You’re going to make me cum so damn hard.”

Slipping his hand between us, he rubs my clit as he continues to pound into me and another orgasm quickly slams through me. I squeeze my legs tighter around him and he lets out a choked roar as his body jerks and tenses around me. He pours himself deep inside me. He shudders with the aftershocks of his release.

Relaxing back against the pillows, we lay in silence for several moments as we fight to catch our breaths. Slowly, Owen moves off me, slipping his softening cock out of me.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly as he pulls the blindfold from my eyes. He’s being so careful now. So gentle. It’s like he’s flipped some switch and the dominant, merciless persona has given way to a loving caregiver.

He wasn’t always so careful when we were together before. Then again, he didn’t always have this desire to be in full control during sex either. I can’t help but wonder where this particular need came from. How did his desire for control develop over the years?

Blinking, I let my eyes readjust to the soft light of the bedroom. Owen is gazing down at me, his face flushed and hair messy. He’s naked. I take in the hard planes and ridges of his torso before dragging my eyes back up to his.

“I’m good. Really good.”

He grins. “I’m glad. Let me untie you and get you cleaned up.”

I feel so satisfied and exhausted, I’m not sure I could move if I wanted to. Once Owen unties my hands, he disappears into the bathroom and returns with a washcloth in his hand. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he carefully rubs the washcloth between my legs. I moan softly.

“That feels nice,” I murmur.

“Sore at all?”

I shake my head. “Not at all.”

Once he’s done cleaning me up, Owen climbs into bed next to me, wraps his arms around me and hugs me against me. I cuddle into him, savoring his warmth and strength.

“Get some sleep,” he says. “I’ll make sure you get up in time to go home.”

“All right,” I say, so tired I’m not sure I could move if I wanted to. “Thank you.”

As I let myself relax enough to fall asleep, I realize that I feel content and peaceful. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. Like someone will actually be there if I fall.

However, just before I slip completely into sleep, an unwelcome thought crosses my mind. How can I be falling… when he doesn't even know the full truth?

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: FATHER DAUGHTER BOND

STACEY

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