Page 103 of All of Me

“Not even a little,” I admit, capturing her mouth again.

Callie barely has time to react before I spin her around, pressing her against the cool stainless-steel counter. She gasps, her hands splaying against the surface for balance, her chest rising and falling with shallow, needy breaths.

“Owen,” she whispers, her voice shaky wih anticipation.

I step in behind her, my hands skimming down her back before gripping the curve of her hips, holding her in place. She shifts, pressing her ass against me, and I groan, grinding into her slowly, letting her feel exactly what she does to me.

“You know how long I’ve been thinking about this? About taking you wherever the fuck I want?” I murmur against her ear, my voice rough, my hands sliding beneath the hem of her shirt, fingers grazing the soft skin of her stomach.

She lets out a breathy moan, arching her back, pushing herself into me. “Tell me,” she whispers.

I slide her leggings down in one swift motion, revealing smooth, bare skin. My hand skims between her thighs, finding her already soaked for me.

“Fuck, Callie,” I groan, teasing her, sliding my fingers through her wetness. “You’re so ready for me.”

She shudders, pressing her forehead against the counter, her legs trembling as I stroke her slow, torturous.

“Owen—”

“I got you, Dollface,” I murmur, my free hand trailing up her back, gripping the base of her neck as I keep her in place. “I always do.”

She moans at that, and it fuels something dark and possessive inside me. I kick her legs further apart, gripping her hips as I press the thick head of my cock against her, teasing her entrance.

She gasps, pushing back against me, desperate, needy. “Please,” she whimpers. “I need you.”

That’s all it takes.

I thrust into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely. She cries out, her fingers gripping the counter so hard her knuckles turn white.

“Jesus, Callie,” I groan, burying myself to the hilt, giving her a second to adjust before pulling back and slamming into her again.

She moans loudly, her body arching, meeting me thrust for thrust. I grip her hips tighter, setting a deep, punishing rhythm, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the kitchen.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I rasp, dragging my hands up her stomach, cupping her breasts through the lace of her bra, squeezing just enough to make her whimper.

She tilts her head, giving me access to her throat, and I take it, biting down lightly before soothing the spot with my tongue.

“Owen, I—” She gasps, her whole body trembling, her walls tightening around me.

I slide a hand between her legs, finding her clit and stroking in tight, fast circles. “Come for me, Dollface,” I murmur, thrusting harder, deeper. “I want to feel you lose it.”

She shatters beneath me, crying out my name as she convulses around me, her body tightening like a vice. The feel of her clenching, pulsing around me sends me spiraling right after her. I groan, gripping her hips harder as I slam into her one last time, spilling inside her, my body shuddering with the force of it.

For a long moment, neither of us moves. The only sound in the kitchen is our heavy breathing, the quiet hum of the fridge somewhere in the background, and the occasional creak of the counter beneath us.

Finally, I press a slow, lingering kiss to her shoulder, my hands still lazily exploring, unwilling to pull away just yet.

“Well,” she finally whispers, a satisfied hum in her voice. “That was a first.”

I chuckle, still catching my breath. “Guess that means I’ll have to help you close up more often.”

She laughs, shaking her head as she straightens, her legs still a little wobbly. “We made a mess.”

I glance around at the clothes scattered across the floor, the counter slightly shifted out of place. “Yeah,” I murmur, smirking as I squeeze her ass before stepping back. “But you loved it.”

She bites her lip, a teasing glint in her eye. “I really did.”

I reach for her leggings, handing them to her with a grin. “Come on, Dollface. Let’s clean up before I bend you over this counter again.”

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