Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
He toed off his Converse, then undid his button-fly jeans and shucked them off.
“You say you’re fine, so show me,” Owen said flatly, his tone brooking no protest, only possessiveness and dominance.
My breath caught, and I started stripping as he pulled off his boxer briefs and went to the nightstand. I was naked by the time he lay down in bed, noting he was already hard, and watched, mesmerized, as he opened the lube and started greasing his long, thick cock.
“I would have sucked that for you,” I barely got out.
“And you will, later,” he promised, “but right now, I want you to crawl up here and ride me, because I need to be inside you.”
I did as I was told. I crawled up the bed and straddled his hips, moaning loudly when he took hold of me in his slick grip.
“Go slow,” he ordered, “but take me in.”
Taking hold of him, I pressed the wide head to my entrance and began slowly sinking over him. No one who hadn’t been in bed with Owen Moss would ever imagine that he was endowed with a club of a cock. He felt incredible, but steady and easy was the only way to go. It had the added benefit, as my muscles stretched and opened for him, of driving him mad.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his hands on my thighs so tight, they were shaking.
I pressed down, then lifted up, working his cock deep inside, my hands on his chest gripping hard.
“You feel so good, so good,” he husked, lifting his chin, pleading in his gaze. “Come here, kiss me. Kiss me now.”
I grinned instead, levering up and then lowering over him, seating myself fully, ass to groin, before clenching my muscles around him.
“Jared!” he yelled as I began to move, pressing deeper, moving on his cock, grinding over him, loving the twinges of pain combined with the rubbing that caused wave after wave of heat and near, but not quite, release.
“You’re so hard, and you feel so good,” I murmured, lifting up and driving back down, over and over, leaning forward to get more slide, more friction, just more of his cock in my ass.
He caught my mouth, his kisses voracious, ravaging as I rode him, and then he lifted and flipped me to my hands and knees. I braced myself as he took hold of my hips and thrust inside me, instantly easing back, then thrusting again, giving me the pounding I craved and begged for, the slapping of our skin loud in the room.
Gripping my shoulder and hip, he held me tightly, firmly, making sure I couldn’t move as he plunged deep and hard, sending me over the edge, my cum spattering the sheets beneath me as my muscles tensed all at once.
I felt his orgasm before he howled my name, coming in spasms, sliding out before I was ready, still twitching, shaking, and then his tongue was there, tasting himself in my body, licking, laving, taking his time. I shuddered as he slid back inside me, his cock still so hard, gliding easily through lube and cum. He rolled me onto my side, his arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me tight as I came apart in his arms.
“You’re so mine,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and wet. “I want to be inside you for the rest of my life, having you whenever I want. Promise me.”
I nodded because speaking was beyond me at the moment. My skin was hot and tight, he was buried inside me, and the feeling of fullness was overwhelming and needed at the same time. His mouth on the side of my neck, the kisses and bites and licking, made me jolt in his embrace.
“I love you more than anything, and I need to be here, with you, in you, by your side, as long as we both shall live.”
I smiled then. We were back to this.
“Your ring is going to be so ridiculous and over-the-top,” Owen cackled softly, taking hold of my half-hard cock and squeezing gently, making me hiss with the sensation. “Big diamonds, lots of platinum so everyone will know you belong to me.”
I nodded as he stroked me, slowly, decadently, feeling the haze of sex, of that loop of pleasure I’d only ever felt with him. He moved gently behind me, my head on his bicep as he rocked forward and back, pushing inside, undulating against me, and just that he wanted me, had to have me, laid claim inside and out, made me spurt over his hand. It wasn’t much, nor was what he pumped inside me the second time, but I had never been so sated, so utterly at peace.
“I love you,” I whispered so he’d know, just in case there was any question.
“I know,” he whispered back, arm around my chest as he pressed his face to my nape.