Page 125 of Bad For A Weekend

“Owen. Oh, God. Yes!” I call out.

As though he can read my mind, he carries me through my orgasm, not stopping until my flesh becomes overly sensitized.

“That’s my good girl, coming all over my face like that.” He licks his lips. “Now roll over. I need to fuck you.”

“Please.” I grin and get on all fours.

He bends over my body, placing his lips at my ear. “Please, what?”

“Please, sir?” I smart mouth back.

He bolts upright and lands a hand on my ass, the sting making me gasp but in such a good way. I had almost forgotten how dominant Owen is in bed, the way he instinctually knows what turns me on. We didn’t get much time to explore just how kinky I am, but there’s no time limit now, and it excites me to think about everything we’ll uncover.

“My dirty girl forgot who’s in charge.” He palms my ass, rubbing away the hurt before delivering another smack.

“I didn’t forget,” I breathe out, craning to look over my shoulder.

“Good. Now tell me what I want to hear.”

My pussy clenches, and a tingle runs through my core. “Please, Daddy.”

His eyes darken with lust as he gets off the bed long enough to remove his boxer briefs. His cock springs out, hard and thick. My memories didn’t do it justice.

“Good girl. Now lower your head to the mattress.” He returns to his place on the bed.

The anticipation is palpable as I fall forward, turning my face to the side. He takes my hands, one at a time, and positions them at the base of my spine. He holds them together tightly, rendering me powerless to move. My excitement grows. I don’t want control when Owen is around, and even in his absence, my trust in him hasn’t waned.

He pushes the head of his cock through my pussy lips before dragging it up and down. Each time he reaches my clit, I suck in a sharp breath. It feels so good. Then he pushes inside, and I gasp.

“Too much?” he asks.

“No, Daddy,” I say, testing it out. He growls in response.

“Do you have any idea what it does to me to hear you call me that?” He thrusts gently, starting slow.

“I didn’t know if you meant it.”

His hand slides down my spine before he thrusts again. “Knowing you’re putting your trust in me and that it turns you on when I take control means everything to me, honey.”

“I do.” It feels like a relief to say it out loud, to hand my body over to him to do with it what he wants. For the first time in three years, I feel like I can relax again, like I don’t have to worry about everything all the time. When Owen’s here, I can give it all to him, and for some strange reason, he wants me to. “I want to continue talking about this, but can we do it when you’re not balls deep inside me with my arms pinned behind my back?”

He laughs so hard his cock slips out of me.Sigh. “God, I missed you.”

I love hearing him laugh and talk about how much he missed me but not right now. I wiggle my ass against him, encouraging him to quit with the antics and fuck me already.

In a move I wasn’t anticipating, he yanks me upright by arms, one hand clutching both of mine tightly, the other gripping my chin and angling my head to the side. “I love it when you’re sweet, but God, do I love it more when you’re naughty.”

He gives me a searing kiss before shoving me back down, my chest against the mattress. Before I can recover, he’s back inside me, fucking me hard this time. His balls pound against my swollen clit, giving me almost everything I need. It’s right there, within grasp, but I can’t quite get there.

I didn’t need to worry because Owen knows. He always does. He pauses only long enough to take my hands, reaching them around and above my head, holding them there as he curls around me, his torso pressing against my back and forcing my knees even wider with his own. This position puts him even deeper inside me.

“You’re so wet for me, you dirty girl.” He grips both my hands in one of his, the other snaking between my legs to rub circles on my clit. His thrusts become shallow and punishing, knocking against my G-spot over and over.

My mouth drops open and tingly pleasure overcomes me. He whispers dirty things in my ear as I come and come and come. My vision narrows, and when I start to think it will never end, he brings me back down, slowing his movements until I return to my body.

“Holy shit.”.

“Tell me about it. I think you cut off circulation to my dick.” He releases me, skimming his hands under my body and past my breasts, where he grips my hips for purchase and pushes himself back up on his knees. “I want to come in your mouth. Will you do that for me?”

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