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CHAPTER15
Owen
My balls are so tight, it feels like I’m seconds away from coming in my goddamn pants. I’ve never been this turned on in my entire fucking life—and I’ve got some seriously fucked-up porn saved on my hard drive.
But what just happened? Evie creaming herself on my fucking shoes after a few slaps to her ass?
It’s like I’m trapped in a surreal fantasy. Shit like this doesn’t happen in real life. Real people think this shit is fucked up… they don’t get turned on by it.
Not like I do.
I lean in, drawn by some strange, indefinable magnetism. I barely hold myself back from kissing her full on the lips, instead brushing the side of her mouth.
The awful choking sound she’d been making stops. I draw back, watching as her blue eyes pop open. Her lashes are studded with trapped tears, her cheeks rosy. She licks her lips, and immediately draws the lower one between her teeth. As soon as it pops free, I dive down and capture her mouth with mine.
Her body stiffens, then relaxes. Her jaw clenches, then opens. She resists me… and then crumbles apart.
I draw her away from the door, one hand sliding over her belly, the other tangling in her hair.
When I deepen our kiss, she sways against me. My hand slides down, finding the hem of her skirt, lifting it in front. I fumble it, but when I make to grab it again, her hand is already there.
I rumble against her lips when I feel her lifting up her skirt for me. “Yeah?” I murmur, wrapping my arms around her so I can trail my fingers up her inner thighs. “You think, just because I made you so fucking horny, now you deserve to come?”
Her breath shudders over my mouth. “Fuck you.” She starts pushing down her skirt, but I catch the hem and keep it up.
“Uh-uh,” I tut her, teasing the shell of her ear with my teeth. “I never said I was done with you.”
She hisses when I brush my fingertips over her swollen clit. Her hips buck forward, and I chuckle as she tries to force me to touch her harder. Instead, I circle her clit with barely any pressure and snatch her into another kiss.
Evie grabs my wrist, but I shake her off. Our kiss grows harder, fiercer, like we’re fighting for dominion over this battlefield. But she has no idea how long I’ve been denying myself these kinds of pleasures. I’m a fucking fortress. There’s nothing this girl can do to—
I groan into her mouth when Evie reaches behind and grabs hold of my dick through my pants. “Fuck.”
She squeezes me so hard, I hiss. So I pinch her clit.
As she grips me again, clamping down even harder, she adds a small pump that makes me rock forward, pushing her against the door again, crushing my hand into her pubic bone.
Her breath comes out as a pant when I slide my other hand between her legs from behind, dragging my fingers through her dripping pussy.
“What kind of girl gets this wet from a spanking?” I murmur into her ear. “And you still claim to be a good girl?”
She’s still got hold of my dick, and rewards me for my comment with another hard pump. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s been so long since I last got laid, I see a cucumber and I get wet.”
A jolt of anger surges through me, and I pin her harder to the door, kicking her legs open even wider. Her panties are at the breaking point, the elastic cutting into her stockinged ankles. I lean back, gnawing on my bottom lip as I take in the red handprints all over her plump ass, her muscular thighs, her curvy, stocking-clad calves.
I’m salivating with how badly I want to devour her. But first I give her another slap, because I can’t get enough of the sound she makes, the way her curvy ass jiggles, how my handprint blooms bright red on skin that’s never seen the sun.
Then I spin her around, my hand on her breastbone, keeping her in place. She watches me with hooded eyes, her lips parted, her chest heaving under my hand as she fights for breath.
“Lift your skirt.”
Her lips tremble as she lets out a soft sigh. But she doesn’t obey. Not fast enough, anyway.
I growl as I yank up her skirt, but when I look down at her plump little pussy, my legs give way.
I sink down in front of her, pushing open her thighs with both hands. She fumbles with her skirt, whimpering and trying to hide her face behind her hair as she turns away.
“Look at me,” I demand, sinking my fingertips into her soft flesh.
