Page 82 of Pucking Secret

“Good.” He moves to climb off the bed, and I realize he’s still naked from last night. His cock is fully erect, but he acts like it’s no big deal to walk around with a raging boner.

“Come back here,” I say, turning and crawling to the edge of the bed.

He smirks and saunters toward me. “Yes, ma’am.”

Reaching out, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and lean forward to drag my tongue along the slick head. He groans and cups the back of my head. When I take him fully into my mouth, he lets out a hiss.

“Fuck, that’s good, baby.”

He gently pumps into my mouth as I lick and suck him eagerly. I glance up and he has his head tipped back, his jaw tense and muscles straining.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Letting him fall from my mouth, I purr, “You don’t need to hold back. Use me. I want you to.”

He releases a long, rough breath and tightens his grip on my head.

“Such a fucking good girl.”

He thrusts his hips forward and pumps his cock back into my mouth. Holding me in place, he fucks my mouth, pushing himself deeper and deeper until I’m gagging, but I don’t want him to stop. Saliva runs down my chin and tears stream down my face and I can feel myself growing wetter and wetter with each pump.

“I’m going to cum,” he growls. “Shit, Stacey, I can’t hold it back…”

He releases a long, guttural groan as he cums, pouring himself down my throat. I swallow every last drop.

When he finishes, his breathing is heavy and he looks down at me with a satisfied grin.

Bending down, he picks me up and cradles me in his arms.

“Let’s shower,” he says.

I blink up at him, confused. Shower? He just ate me out like an all-you-can-eat buffet and I sucked him down like a milkshake, but he wants to go shower? He carries me across the large suite and into the sprawling bathroom with its glass-encased shower and double sink vanity. I didn’t really have a chance to appreciate just how fancy this suite was last night. Owen didn’t waste any time fucking me into oblivion.

Owen sets me on my feet and turns on the shower. When the water is hot and steaming up the glass, he pulls me inside and under the spray. Before I can get a grip on what’s going on, he pushes me up against the shower wall and captures my lips in a searing kiss. I moan and open my mouth to let his tongue sweep inside and tangle with mine. He presses his body tight againstmine and his cock rubs against my belly, so hard and hot all over again, like he didn’t just cum down my throat. I’m still so wet and soft from him licking me, he could put his length inside me right now with a single thrust and get no resistance.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he growls against my lips as he grinds his cock against my pelvis and stomach. “No matter how hard I cum, I just want more.”

“Me too,” I confess. “I want you inside me, Owen. Please.”

He slips a hand under one of my thighs and lifts my leg. I quickly grip the back of his neck with both hands to keep from losing my balance. Lining up with my entrance, he pushes into me and we both cry out at the penetration. He keeps my leg hooked over his arm as he begins to pump in and out of me. The way he fills me up and stretches me is so perfect. I don’t know how I went so many years without it. Our lips find each other again and our tongues mimic what his cock is doing to me below. The water rains down on us, hot and steamy, surrounding us in a haze that makes it seem like we’re the only two people in the world at this moment.

“Fuck, Stacey,” Owen hisses, bracing his free hand against the wall above my head. “Your pussy is so tight… when you squeeze me like that, I feel like I’m going to burst.”

I whimper, because I can’t seem to form coherent words at present. All I can do is hang onto him as he pounds into me harder and harder. My second orgasm starts building up within me and I cling to Owen tighter, knowing I’m going to need him to keep me on my feet.

“Stacey… I’m close… shit, I’m going to cum…I want you to cum with me.”

Suddenly, he pinches my clit, which immediately has me hitting my peak. I shriek, burying my face against his neck as I shake and tremble with the force of my own release. My kneesquake, but Owen keeps me pinned between his body and the wall so I stay upright.

“Fuck!” he snarls, going rigid against me as his orgasm rips through him as well. He pours into me and I’m flooded with his heat. Coming down from the moment, he lets my leg drop and wraps his arms around my waist. Not letting go, Owen continues holding me up, which is good since my legs are jelly right now. As we fight to catch our breaths, we hold onto each other beneath the hot spray of water.

I nuzzle against his chest and murmur, “How did we go so long without this?”

He chuckles softly and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I don’t know, baby, but you never have to go without again. You can have as much of me as you want.”

Tilting my head back, I grin up at him. “Oh, is that so…?”

I’m interrupted by the loud rumble of my stomach. Owen lets out a laugh and gives my ass a smack before turning me so the water from the showerhead is running down my back.

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