Page 131 of Bad For A Weekend

Just as he warned, he fucks me hard and fast, his hands fisting the flesh of my already sore ass. The paddle won’t leave a bruise, but I’ll have marks from his fingers digging into me, and I love the reminders of everything we do in bed.

“Yes. Oh God, yes. Owen.” There’s always a point in our lovemaking where it turns from our game of Daddy and little girl to Owen and Baylor. Sometimes it’s not until we’ve both come, and sometimes, we don’t want to play at all. We just want to be with each other. Tonight, that moment is right now.

“Fuck, Bay. You feel so fucking good,” he groans, slapping against me.

My thighs quiver, and I grit my teeth as overwhelming pleasure courses through me. I lose my breath and squeeze my eyes shut, losing my mind with euphoria. Owen rolls his hips, drilling into my G-spot with each thrust as my orgasm rocks me to my core.

“That’s it. Come all over my cock.” He works me over until I’m a boneless mess, my arms collapsing from under me. “Roll over.”

I do, thankful not to have to hold myself up after that. He makes his way slowly up my body, kissing and sucking. He stops to fondle my breasts and lap at my hardened nipples. I rub my nails over the short hair on the back of his head and wrap my legs around him, holding him tight.

He moves higher, reaching between us to align his cock at my entrance and pushing in. I moan. Somehow, this makes me feel even more full than I did on all fours.

“Feel good?” he asks, propping himself up on an elbow so he can palm my breast with his other hand.

“So good.”

“Your cunt was made for me.” His hand skims up my chest and grips the base of my throat, where he applies gentle pressure to the sides with his fingers and thumb.

“I love it when you hold me like this,” I admit. “It makes me feel owned.”

“You are owned. Every part of you is mine.” He thrusts in and out. From this position, he can’t move the way he was before, but the slow drags of his cock feel just as good.

“I know.”

“I’m never letting you go. Not ever again.” He clenches his jaw, and I know he’s on the edge, so I clench around him, gripping him as tight as I can.

“I won’t let you,” I whisper.

“Fuck,” he curses, and a gush of warmth fills me. He shudders, holding himself deep inside as he pulses and coats me with his cum.

He releases my throat and cups my cheek, leaning in for a kiss. I slide my arms under his and hold him tight, locking my ankles at the base of his spine. No matter how close he gets, it’s never enough.

“I love you,” he says against my lips.

“I love you too.”

He makes quick work of gently removing the plug before cleaning us both up. Then he climbs back in bed, drawing me into his side. His fingers tickle up and down my arm and shoulder. He’s quieter than usual and seems to be deep in thought.

“What’s up?”

He remains silent, his gaze on the ceiling. Unease crawls through me. Did I do something wrong? I place a hand on his cheek and turn his face to look at me. There’s so much going on behind those eyes that it scares me.

“Owen?”

“Marry me,” he blurts out.

“What?” It’s the last thing I expected him to say, and my brain can’t catch up.

“I’m sorry I don’t have a ring. I tried to find one, but I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. The only jewelry I’ve ever purchased was the bracelet I gave you. And that had an emergency response button, which is not romantic. I asked Hudson for help, but that idiot is more clueless than I am. My mom offered my grandma’s ring, but the diamond is barely a speck and you deserve more than—”

“Yes,” I whisper, but he doesn’t hear me, too busy rambling nonsense.

“I got permission from your dad, which wasn’t easy because he still hasn’t forgiven me for my three-year absence, even though he’s the one who told me to get my shit together before—”

“Owen!” My voice is stronger and louder now.

“I know. I suck. I’m sorry.”

---