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He tears my rose-printed black blouse open in one swift movement, sending buttons flying. At the sight of my naked breasts, he freezes and mumbles “Just like my dream,” then falls on me like a starving beast. After a brief tussle, we’re both naked and I finally see his heavy cock in its full glory. Unrestrained and angry-looking, it threatens my poor, underused pussy.
I say doubtfully, “I don’t think that’s going to—” but my concern is muffled by his tongue in my mouth again. Somehow, I’m flat on my back with Owen’s firm but soft lips on mine, his inked forearms framing my torso and his wide chest blocking out the rest of the room.
“I think it’ll fit,” he rumbles, then shoves my hips apart with his thighs and lines up that throbbing dick. I’m wet and ready for him, and it’s a good thing, too, because I am swiftly stuffed with thick, hot cock. My grievously empty pussy is suddenly very, very full, and I fight for air as my body accommodates his.
I feel tears at the corners of my eyes, but not of pain. I’m not sure what they’re of, really, but Owen sees them and hovers, restraining himself.
“Are you okay?” My cheeks flame—Iwouldhave a total break down right when I’m about to get the dicking of a lifetime. He bosses me, “Nope. Don’t you dare hide. I feel it too. Now hold still and let me take care of you.” And then he starts to move and I forget everything but his broad form moving over mine, his dick filling my body, his balls bouncing off my ass, his chest rubbing against my sensitive breasts, and his warm brown eyes drinking in mine and everything they reveal.
The moment passes as he starts rolling his hips against me faster and deeper while I urge him on with my heels against the backs of his thighs and my arms around his neck. I arch into him as he reaches under me and, spanning my lower back with one hand, pins me in place. When I relax and submit, triumph molds his features and he fucks me even harder and faster as pressure fills my body. My breath stutters in my chest and waves of ecstasy roll through me as I cling to him while he thrusts roughly a few more time, then stops. I feel my pussy filled with heat as his orgasm floods me, then I collapse back on the bed, spent.
He collapses too, barely holding himself up enough not to crush me but still pressing against me with feverish skin. I can’tstand the intensity in his gaze and shut my eyes, but he doesn’t let me escape that easily.
“Give me your eyes, Elizabeth.”
“No.” I pout.
“Now,” he growls.
I force my eyes open and watch his fierce stare soften into something else. Something I’m afraid to name and afraid it’s not mine to keep, but knowing I can’t bear to give it back.
“You don’t have to,” he says, and I realize I said at least some of that out loud.
“But you left,” I answer, having finally regained my voice. “If you feel…that…why did you come up here without me?”
“I didn’t leave to get away from you, babe. I came up here to get our place ready for you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I knew you would come here and I wanted to be ready. You won’t be going back.”
“That’s not your decision to make. Even if I stay, what will I do up here?”
“You’re right; it isn’t my call. It’s yours, and you’re a smart woman. You’ll see I’m right, and we’ll figure something out.”
“Ugh, your male ego.” I sigh, my chest tight with all the things that could go wrong. Will I end up like Len’s wife, giving up pieces of myself until there’s only an Elizabeth-shaped ghost left?
“No,” he says firmly. “I will never take from you what I won’t give you in return.”
“You aren’t quicksand? I’m not going to sink into your dick pit until there’s nothing of me left? Promise?”
“I promise. With me, you don’t stand on quicksand. You stand on stone.”
I look at him solemnly for a few seconds as his words register, then I bust into laughter while he replays them in his head and grins sheepishly.
“Okay, that was a lot, but I meant every sappy word. You’re mine, Elizabeth. I will clear the way for you, work beside you, and guard your back, but I will never let you go.”
Well okay, then, says my heart, and for once, my mind agrees.
EPILOGUE
Owen
A few weeks later, I carry my sleepy new bride through the front door of our apartment. I narrowly miss whacking her head on the door frame, because it isn’t wide enough for the both of us. It has been a long, emotional day filled with friends and family and vows and cake, and I expect her to crash for the night. I sit on the side of the bed and watch her sink into sleep once I lay her down, but after only a couple of minutes her eyes open and her face transforms with her signature cocky grin.
“Well hello, Mr. Stone.”
“Hello, Mrs. Stone.”
