Page 22 of Owen North

I reach for his hair and grab it. “Oh God, Owen….Yes.”

His fingers dig into my ass when I continue chanting incoherent words at him that let him know how much I like what he’s doing.

And then, he rocks my world completely.

He pushes two fingers inside me while sucking my clit back into his mouth and giving me his tongue in all the ways I really like.

My orgasm is the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

It reaches the tips of my fingers, toes, head, everywhere.

It bursts into bright colors behind my eyes.

It touches deep inside in places an orgasm has never touched.

I’m not sure, because I forget I’m even living, but I think it lasts and lasts and lasts.

By the time I open my eyes and come down from it, Owen’s kissing the inside of my thighs and looking at me like he’s ready to ravage me completely.

And good God,I’mready for that too.

I’ve never been so greedy for another orgasm so quickly.

I sit up and slide down the table to Owen in such a rush I catch him by surprise.

This time when I reach for his zip, he doesn’t stop me.

Instead, he rasps, “Fuck,” and allows me to unzip him, push his trousers down, and take hold of his cock.

“Have you got a condom?” I ask while I stroke him.

“No.” His breaths are ragged. “But I know you do in that emergency kit of yours.”

“And I thought all you saw was my Motley Crue vibe.”

Owen has been good at keeping up with my conversation all night, but it seems he’s reached his limit. He stops what I’m doing with his dick and takes a step away from the table. “You need to go and get one of those condoms.”

I don’t drag this out. The man has given me the best orgasm of my life; the least I can do is get a condom for him.

I retrieve one from my purse and come back to him. He makes a move to take it from me, but I shake my head and give him a sexy smile before taking hold of his cock and rolling it on.

Once I’ve got it in place, I pull his face down to mine so I can whisper in his ear, “I want you to fuck me hard, but be careful. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked by such a big dick.”

“Fuck,” he growls, his hand coming to my waist so he can spin me to face the table. Bending me over it, he says, “You’ve got a filthy mouth, Charlize. One I really fucking like.” With that, he thrusts inside me, filling me so well I know I’ll wish tomorrow that he wasn’t only a one-night stand.

Owen gives me what I asked for.

He keeps one hand gripping my hip while pounding into me and bringing his other hand around to my pussy so he can give my clit what it needs.

He fucks me hard and so damn well that by the time we both come, I’m boneless and practically unable to hold myself up.

“Are you okay?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my shoulder and pulling out of me.

I lean on my elbows, breathless and spent, but completely and absolutely feeling more than okay. “Yes. I just need a minute to find my legs again.”

“Wait there. I’ll be back to get you.” He leaves me for less than a minute before coming back to carry me into the bedroom.

After he deposits me on the floor, I eye the bathroom. “I’m going to clean up.”

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