Page 74 of Bad For A Weekend

How can this be wrong? How can the way it feels when we’re together be wrong? It can’t, and I don’t want to live in a world where I’m judged for being with a man who makes me feel this way. How can the people who claim to love me not want me to experience this kind of love?

“I was so worried,” he says with his lips pressed to my neck, his grip on the back of my head tightening to just this side of pain. “Don’t ever be reckless again. Do you hear me?”

“Okay,” I breathe out. “I promise.”

He flips us over so he’s on top, lifting off me long enough to remove his shirt and spread the towel open all the way. Gazing down at my naked body, his eyes darken, and I can practically hear the naughty ideas running through his head.

“I need to taste you,” he growls, lowering to my chest and biting down on a taut nipple.

He tugs on it, and I marvel at the obscene way it looks stretched out. He moves to the other one, repeating the process. It stings like a bitch but also excites me. I grin wickedly, biting my lower lip.

“You like that, huh?” he growls, moving to my side and pushing my legs apart.

“Is that weird?” I ask, suddenly insecure. Maybe that’s a weird thing to like.

“Nothing is weird if it makes your pussy do this.” He drags a finger up my slit and shows me how wet I am.

Gathering more of my juices, he spreads it across each of my nipples, making them glisten. Then he’s back on top of me, sucking and biting until I’m losing my mind with need.

“Owen, please.”

“Have you ever tasted yourself?”

“Just when you kissed me last night after...” I blush.

He stands up and drops his trousers, revealing the outline of his perfect cock, then tugs me to the edge of the bed and dives between my legs. There’s no sweetness in the way he eats me out like last night. Now that he knows I get turned on by a bite of pain, he explores this newfound kink even more.

He sucks on my clit hard, making me fist the sheets at my side, grit my teeth, and lift my head off the mattress. It hurts but also drives me wild with desire. He follows the punishment with soothing licks that feel so sweet and loving.

Two fingers enter me and stroke my inner wall while he continues to pleasure me. Pressure builds and builds until I can’t hold it in anymore. He speeds up his rhythmic movements inside me and sits up, his eyes fixed on the apex of my thighs, while his other hand snakes up my body and pinches my nipple.

Suddenly, a lot more happens than I’m expecting. A geyser of fluid shoots from me. I should be mortified, but I’m too lost in my orgasm to care. He keeps me going, playing my body like it’s a game he has all figured out. My vision narrows, and I worry this will never end. Not because I want it to, but because I want to feel like this forever.

It doesn’t last forever, though; eventually, I begin to come down. Owen slows, coaxing me through my aftershocks with long licks of his flattened tongue and gentle thrusts of his fingers.

Once I’m spent, he moves up my body. “Open your mouth.”

“Why?” I ask.

“You need to taste yourself.”

Curious, I part my lips for him and am shocked when he spits into my mouth. In the words of Ziggy, why was that hot? My overly sensitized pussy clenches. Another kink unlocked.

“See how good you taste?”

The sweet and tangy flavor isn’t bad, but I don’t think I enjoy it the same way he does.

He pulls his boxer briefs down, taking his thick cock in hand and stroking slowly while staring down at me, thinking. Tonight, I’m nothing but his toy and God, do I love it.

“Scoot higher on the bed and get on all fours,” he says.

My body has all but forgotten my last orgasm and is now wholly focused on the next as I quickly do as he says. This position makes me feel vulnerable, knowing it’s not just my pussy in full view.

“Fuck me, you’re beautiful. Your cunt is pink and swollen and so wet.” He rubs a hand across my lips, coating my pussy and inner thighs with my arousal. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. If you need me to stop, just say so.”

“Okay,” I breathe out, expectation making nerves bubble in my tummy.

He splays a palm on my ass and pushes the cheek to the side, and I feel the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. He drags it up and down, stopping to tap it on my asshole. I clench.

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