Page 49 of Owen

“Aw, fuck,” he hisses as quietly as he can, jerking his hips into my mouth at the same time.

I stroke him up and down, creating a wet channel with my mouth and hand for him to fuck. Moving my other hand to his balls, I cup them lightly, then give them a squeeze, my tongue lightly licking them on every downward stroke.

Owen lets go of my face, pushing the palms of his hands into his eye sockets. “I’m gonna come.”

He grabs a pillow and throws it across his face, trying not to make any noise as his body locks and his cock swells before he shoots ropes of thick cum into my mouth, grunting as his orgasm hits. “JesusfuckingChrist.” His cursing is muffled behind the thick pillow.

I swallow every drop as he slowly rocks back and forth in my mouth, not wanting it to end, his cock twitching out the end of his release.

He lifts the pillow off his face, flinging it to the side, chest heaving as he looks down at me. His eyes darken as he grabs my hand and pulls me up onto his chest, kissing me like he would burn down the world for me. It’s possessive and not in the slightest bit tender, but it’s everything I want him to give me, and more.

“You’re a dirty girl, Hotshot.” He pushes his tongue between my lips. “You taste of me.”

“Delicious.”

Everything about him is amazing, almost dizzying.

And he feels right; staggeringly so.

I have no inhibitions in wanting to give myself to him.

How can this be possible?

Is this what love at first sight feels like? Pure, intense, nodoubts, just sheer joy and overwhelming pleasure, experiencing everything together.

He pulls my tee shirt up and over my head, cupping my breast in his firm hand, then gently rolls my nipple between his fingers.

Smashing his mouth over mine, he swallows my shocked cry of pleasure as he pushes himself inside me.

“How can you be hard again?” I lift myself off his upper torso, giving me the leverage I need to slide up and down his hard again cock.

“You’ve been dating older men for years. I’m only thirty-one and horny as fuck around you.”

“I have a boy toy.” I cover my mouth to stifle my giggle.

“And I have a cougar.” He grabs my hips.

I gasp in horror and stop fucking him. “I am only thirty-nine.”

“Almost forty.” He winks, winding me up. “Cougars are forty-plus. You’re almost there.”

My mouth gapes open; I can’t believe I’m almost a cougar. “Oh, my God. I’m so old,” I say in shock.

Owen takes my momentary brain snap as an opportunity to grab my waist and flip us over so my back is now to the mattress. He moves fast, pinning my hands above my head and spreading his legs wide so he can fuck me hard. “You have the pussy of a twenty-year-old. It feels like heaven. Tastes like it too.” He engulfs me with his muscular body, and I submit to him, spreading my legs wider, allowing him to fuck me deep, exactly the way I like it, punching the air out of my lungs.

“And you have the stamina and crazy short recharge time of a twenty-year-old,” I whisper-pant as he hits my G-spot perfectly. I know I’m about to come as the sensations of myorgasm burn deep in my core and I have to bite my lip to stop me making any noise.

“Yes. I. Fucking. Do.” He punctuates every word with a punishing hip thrust, hitting my cervix with his long dick. “Now come all over my cock, Hotshot.” With his other hand, he covers my mouth. “Quietly. Do you think you can do that?” he challenges me.

I nod as best as I can.

“Can you come on demand?”

I try shrugging, lifting my shoulders to my ears, although the dominant heat in his eyes is so hot I might come right now, anyway.

“Tilt your hips,” he commands as he takes control.

Following his instructions, I push my heels into the bed and tilt my hips at the same time he thrusts into me, his hand muffling my cry.

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