Page 19 of Sweet Torture

“I’ve got this.” I put my fingers into the band of his shorts and push them downward. Getting him out of his shirt isn’t as easy, but it’s worth the work.

God, Owen is so beautiful. I can’t take my greedy eyes from his muscular chest. I want to lick it and that damn V at his waist pointing at his well-hung cock.

He grasps my arm and turns me so that my back is to the bed. “Sit on the edge. I want to eat your pussy until you scream my name, just as I promised.”

Oh fuck.

He goes to his knees while I sit and get into position with my ass close to the edge of the bed. I spread my legs wide, giving him full access to my body, all while tingling between my legs. I want it all inside me tonight. His tongue. His fingers. His cock.

My breathing has turned to panting as I anticipate his next move. “You have a beautiful pussy, all pink and glistening with need and desire.”

He slides a finger down through my slick center and back up once in a slow, torturous stroke. “Goddamn. You’re so wet.”

He drags his nose back and forth across the top of my slit and I want to shove his face between my legs. I want to come. Need to come. “Mmm. You smell so good.”

I put my hand on top of his head and push. “Please… Owen. I’m dying. I need to come so badly.”

“I’m going to take care of you, baby.” He places his tongue flat against my center and swipes upward in slow motion, hitting my clit with each upward sweep. “You taste so sweet, Ash.”

I lift my head from the bed and see his head bobbing between my legs. Oh fuck. That is hot.

Fingers slide inside me when he nibbles my clit and then pulls on it with the suction of his mouth. He isn’t at all gentle. “Oh fuck, Owen. That feels so good.”

The initial, tingly sensations of an orgasm begin. I want to suppress them so this can last longer but I hunger for the earth-shattering flutters I’m certain will curl my toes while I scream his name.

I push my fingers into his hair and fist the top while I squirm beneath his mouth. Owen sucks my clit hard and slows the movement of his fingers. Every movement is methodical. Deliberate. And all about bringing me pleasure and making me call out his name when I cum.

I release his hair and reach over my head to fist the comforter. My eyes flutter open when I feel the rhythmic suction of his mouth on my clit. The sucking. The thrusting of his fingers. The combination is going to push me over the edge any second.

“Ohh… ohh.” The noises coming from my mouth mostly sound like incoherent garble as warm fuzzies pulsate in my lower abdomen in preparation for what’s coming.

I squirm beneath him and then rock my pussy against his mouth. I’m fucking his face as much as he’s eating me. Team work—something he shouldn’t find unfamiliar.

My body simultaneously tenses and relaxes. The two happening together isn’t logical, same as snow in July.

Tingly waves of sensation toss and turn deep within my pussy—an orgasmic explosion on the horizon. And a cyclone of moans, groans, and panted breathing leave my mouth when the rhythmic flutters in my pelvis begin. “Oh fuck, Owen. O… wen, I’m coming so hard.”

I close my eyes and surrender to the rhythmic twitching inside me, pulsation in my face, warm flush spreading on my chest.

I’m altogether spent and boneless when the rhythmic contractions stop. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby.” He kisses the inside of my thigh before getting up from the floor to crawl over me.

We’re face-to-face and I’m so stupefied that I have to blink several times to focus on his eyes. These beautiful pale blue eyes and dark lashes are what initially drew me to him that night.

I reach up and run my fingertips along his stubbly chin. “That was so good. Want me to return the favor?”

“Another time. Right now, I really want my dick inside your tight little cunt.” He uses his legs to push mine apart and rubs his hard cock through my juices.

He drives into me with one smooth motion—hard. I was not expecting this kind of power behind his thrust, especially with that injured shoulder, but he isn’t letting that hold him back even a little.

He pulls back with deliberate leisure. It feels like he’s going to slide out of me completely, but then he thrusts again with even more domination, more force. His pace is slow, but every stroke is deliberate—and oh so powerful.

He buries his face against my neck and groans. He pushes deeply into me, holding steady when he spasms, filling me with his cum. “Maybe you’ll give me a daughter next time.”

Owen goes completely lax between my legs, his cock still inside me. “I’m leaving the cork in place for a minute so my baby-making juice won’t leak out before it’s had time to work.”

“You’re purposely trying to get me pregnant?” It’s one thing to be reckless but this is something else entirely.

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