"Look at us, baby,” he hums. “Watch me while I fuck you."
As I meet my gaze in the mirror, I hardly recognize the woman staring back at me. My eyes are black with lust, filled with a level of desire I’ve never seen before.
My body hovers over him as I arch my back and flex my thighs.
The room is filled with the sounds of slapping flesh and our broken groans. Owen fills me over and over again, stretching me in a way that I know I’ll feel for days to come. And even though he’s huge, our bodies are a perfect fit.
I can’t help but sob every time he pushes into me, half from relief, half from how fucking good we feel together.
Owen tightens his fingers on my hips, grinding me down as he thrusts up, every movement hitting the place inside me that makes me see stars.
He isn't gentle or soft—every snap of his hips is intentional and precise. I rock against him, my eyes fixed on the way our bodies are joined together in the glass. It’s so obscenely beautiful. An illicit work of art.
I want to draw out this feeling and make it last forever, but that’s simply impossible with the way Owen’s taking me. He sets a brutal pace, hands pinning me to his lap so that every thrust goes as deep as possible.
My jaw goes slack as I reach down and dig my nails into his thighs.
I watch as my breasts bounce with every mind-shattering thrust. I look fucked in the best way possible.
Everything about this moment is unhinged, raw, and so much better than anything I'd imagined before.
Owen's breathing grows ragged, his chest flush against my back as he drives up again and again, each thrust deeper and harder, until I feel myself unravel.
The wet smack of our bodies, the creak of the chair, the way he groans like he’s barely hanging on, sends me closer to the edge of the cliff.
When he tilts his hips and changes the angle, my vision goes fuzzy, and I see nothing but blinding light. My thighs shake, the muscles in my lower belly seizing as white-hot euphoria explodes through me.
“Jesus, Meadow—fuck,” Owen grits out as my pussy starts to spasm around him.
"That’s my girl. Come for me, baby,” Owen rumbles in my ear.
His fingers dig into my hips in a bruising grip. I arch into him as he breathes against my shoulder, his lips hot on my skin.
"You’re taking me so well," he pants. "Give me all you have," he demands, and that’s when I surrender completely.
I cry out, not caring if anyone outside our room can hear my screams, not even caring if the glass in front of us shatters.
"Owen!Oh God, oh—" I mumble as everything inside me surrenders at once.
I come so hard I see stars. I feel the rush go through me like a storm surge, a wave that crests and knocks me beneath the rippling sea.
My body doesn't stop shaking as Owen keeps fucking me through it. His hands are still locked on my hips, dragging me down onto him as I squirm and spasm.
Not even thirty seconds after my orgasm subsides, Owen loses it next. His face twists up in the mirror as he shatters beneath me.
"Fuckkkk, Meadow.So fucking tight. So fucking good—" His words are almost a sob as he holds me down and bucks up inside me, once, twice, until I feel his hot cum filling me. I whimper as thick ropes of him pump into me so deep I feel it in my womb.
He shouts my name into the hollow of my neck, primal and animalistic. I ride him as he releases every last drop inside me, watching as his cum leaks from my pussy and around the base of his cock, dripping down onto the chair.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.
I turn my head and press my sticky forehead to his. His heart thuds against my back, so loud I swear I can count the beats.
I wanted to stay like this forever… joined together as one, trembling and spent, both ruined and in a state of complete bliss.
Owen's arms wrap around my waist, hugging me tightly as if I might vanish. When I glance up at him, his eyes are glassy with emotion.
The sight of him cracks my chest wide open.
