Page 93 of Owen North

I watch the numbers highlighting the floors as we ascend.

The couple in here with us selected the tenth floor. Time passes so slowly that it feels like it takes ten years to get to their floor.

When we reach it, the elevator stops.

They continue bickering about something.

The woman doesn’t move when the doors open; she continues berating the man.

I want to scream at her tohurry up and get out.

Owen’s fingers thread through mine as the man exits.

I squeeze his hand when the woman finally leaves.

He turns into me when the doors close, bringing my hand up to rest on the elevator wall above my head. His other hand reaches for the hem of my dress and then my panties. His fingers slide through my pussy as his mouth crashes down onto mine.

My body curves into his and I kiss him while stroking his dick through his trousers.

That indecent sound he makes while I do this is my new favorite sound.

When the elevator reaches our floor, we don’t have a reenactment of our first time in an elevator. Owen drags his mouth from mine, his hand from my panties, and directs me to our suite.

When we’re inside, he closes the door behind us and reaches for me. Pushing me up against the wall, he kisses me roughly while undoing the buttons of my dress. I kiss him back, just as wildly, reaching for his trouser button and zip.

There’s nothing classy, refined, or smooth in the way we undress each other. We’re both unapologetically filthy.

Owen forces my dress from me, taking hold of my breast, squeezing it, and pushing my bra cup down so he can suck my nipple into his mouth.

I get his shirt off before shoving his trousers and boxer briefs down and reaching for his dick.

“Fuck,” he growls as my hand wraps around it.

He stops what he’s doing to my breast and lets his head fall back while I stroke him. When I drop to my knees to take him in my mouth, he grips my hair in a ponytail and makes more of those indecent noises I think I could survive on.

I look up at him, taking in his shoulders, his neck, his strong jaw. I feel there’s not enough appreciation for these parts of men. Asses, thighs, and chests tend to get all the love. I, for one, am here for a good strong neck and jaw. I think I could curl up in Owen’s neck and live my life out there happily.

I suck him and stroke him while cupping his balls and gently squeezing them with my other hand. I alternate all this with licking the length of him, sucking his balls into my mouth, and touching his legs and ass.

Owen lets go of my hair and places that hand to the wall while bringing his other hand to the top of my head.

I find his eyes. He’s watching me like he wants nothing more than to stay in my mouth for the rest of his life. Like he would do anything for this.Iwould do anything to have him always look at me with this much hunger.

I slide him out of my mouth but continue stroking him. “I love how your dick feels in my mouth.”

His fingers grip my hair as he fucks his dick into my hand. “I fucking love how your mouth feels around it.”

“I think the next time we play at dinner, I should get on my knees under the table and do this.” I slowly lick the length of his shaft before circling my tongue around the tip and sucking the crown into my mouth.

He groans. “There’s that filthy side I like.” He takes hold of his dick and pulls it out of my mouth. Tracing my lips with the tip, he says, “Do you like to swallow?”

I reach for his balls as I lick his pre-cum. “No. You can come on my tits.”

“And at dinner? You think I should come on your tits then?”

I smile, taking him back into my mouth for one long suck before letting him go again. “I’ll swallow then, but you should know it’s not my favorite thing to do.”

Something I say inspires Owen to stop what we’re doing, reach down and lift me into his arms, carry me into the bedroom, and place me on the bed. He’s like a man possessed with the way he does this so fast.

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