Page 49 of Owen North

“No,” I say.

Approval and lust blaze in his eyes. “Good girl.”

If being a good girl makes Owen look at me the way he is right now, then my only goal in life from here on out is to be a good girl.

Hisgood girl.

He lifts me into his arms, “Where’s your bedroom?”

I direct him, and a few moments later, he places me down in front of my bed. Taking hold of my face, he kisses me. Long and deep, and with the kind of attention that I’m learning is his signature move.

He slides my other strap off my shoulder while he kisses me. The dress slips to my waist and Owen pulls his face from mine to study my body.

I wiggle out of the dress and push it to the side after it drops to the floor.

As I do this, Owen slides his hand into my panties and finds my clit. He circles it before running his finger down my pussy.

He meets my gaze as he pushes his finger inside me. “You are so fucking wet for me.”

I grip both his arms, my fingers digging into his skin, my eyes closing.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “Yes.”

I rock myself into his hand, practically begging him to make me come.

He finger fucks me for a few moments before stopping and crouching in front of me. He slowly peels my panties down, taking his time and getting his fill of my pussy; kissing, licking, and sucking me.

I grip his hair, steadying myself while he brings me closer to the orgasm he’s been teasing all day.

He doesn’t make me come.

Instead, he stands and says, “I want you on the bed, on your back.”

They might be my favorite nine words of today.

I instantly comply.

Owen unzips himself and strokes his cock. “Spread your legs for me.”

I do that, struggling not to touch myself as I watch him.

He continues stroking himself for a few moments before toeing off his boots and stripping out of the rest of his clothes.

He then moves onto the bed.

I run my eyes over the perfection that is his body. I still don’t know how many hours he works out each day, but I quickly let that thought go because all I can think about right now is how big his dick is and how much I want it inside me.

Owen leans over me so he can kiss me, placing one hand to the mattress and one on my breast while grinding his cock against my pussy.

This kiss is bruising. As is his hand moving over my breast. The roughness in his moves only gets me hotter for him because I can tell he’s really fucking turned on. It’s like he can’t kiss me hard enough, or deep enough, or for long enough.

When he ends our kiss, he says, “You’re going to show me what you want me to do to you.”

A moment later, he’s got his face between my legs and his eyes on mine while he waits for me to show him.

Holy fuck, this is hot.

Bringing my knees up, I put my feet to the bed while reaching down to circle my clit. Owen watches like nothing else exists in the world for him right now. Like this is the only thing he ever wants to watch.

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