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“Did he now?” I plant my hands on my hips.
Well, it looks like we will be paying my father a visit for more than one reason today.
Whatever is going on with him has been kept under wraps for long enough, and I intend to get to the bottom of it once and for all.
“So,” Wyatt says, looking at us both with amusement. “You two finally doing this, then?”
Owen links his fingers through mine and squeezes my hand, and I look up at him, staring down at me in question. My face breaks into a wide smile, and I nod my head. “Yeah, we are,” I reply, loving the way Owen’s eyes light up at my confirmation.
“Well,” Wyatt draws out, his tone clearly hinting at something. “Seeing as you both are here, wanna help me with the breakfast crowd?”
“No,” Owen responds bluntly, then pulls on my hand and leads me out the door.
“Oh, come on, guys,” Wyatt whines, following us into the kitchen. “Harper called in sick again, and without Joe here, I’m going to be busting my ass this morning.”
“Not my problem,” Owen shoots over his shoulder and picks up speed, and I quicken my pace to keep up with his long and determined strides, hell-bent on getting us out of here in a hurry. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as Wyatt’s lip pops out in a pout, and I give him a helpless shrug before I’m pulled through the kitchen doors.
* * *
My eyesclose as I rest my head back against the wall, the stark contrast between the warm water cascading down the front of my body and the cold hard tiles pressing against my back providing the most delicious sensory overload.
Pleasure pulses in my clit, making my mouth fall open, and a breathy moan escapes my lips.
Owen growls in response, the deep rumble from his throat vibrating against my bundle of nerves and glancing down, I take in the sight of his head buried between my thighs, his eyes closed in reverence as he feasts on my pussy like a man starved.
After we left the diner, we both went our separate ways and arranged for Owen to pick me up after we’d had a shower. But fifteen minutes after I’d arrived home, he was banging on my door, claiming his hot water was out. He then proceeded to convince me that showering separately was not only a complete waste of time but also a waste of water and insisted we do it together.
We’d barely been in the shower for more than a minute before he was down on his knees, tossing my leg over his shoulder and burying his face between my thighs.
His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as my clit swells, and just when I thought his tongue couldn’t possibly move any faster, he ramps it up several notches and attacks my clit with the ferocity of a jackhammer.
A gasp erupts from my mouth as sparks of pleasure ignite and send tingles shooting through my body, and my hands delve into his hair, tugging on the wet strands for something to hold on to.
My chest heaves as my orgasm builds, and when his eyes snap open and land on mine, the lust blazing through them sends me careening over the edge, my whole body coming apart as wave after wave of pleasure hits me with the force of a tsunami.
My chest deflates, and I relax against the tiles as I drift through the current of postorgasmic bliss.
Owen slides my leg off his shoulder, then stands up straight, and before I have the chance to gather my bearings, I’m quickly spun around to face the wall.
“Place your hands on the wall, baby,” he demands with a commanding tone that yanks me out of my stupor and reignites the flame that was slowly descending into a gentle flicker.
He swipes a finger through my folds and over my clit, making my body jolt from the sensitivity. Then lining his cock up to my entrance, he takes hold of my hips and drives into me with one forceful thrust, making my back arch from the overwhelming feeling of my walls being stretched to the limit by his thick length.
“Oh Jesus,” he groans. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
He snaps his hips and starts to pound into me at a brutal pace, and flattening my palms against the wall for leverage, I drive my hips back to meet him, thrust for thrust.
His hand smooths over my stomach and journeys up to my breast, taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and giving it a pinch. Sparks of electricity erupt and shoot straight down between my legs, and I tilt my head back with a moan as the telltale signs of a second orgasm rapidly start to brew.
“You like that?” he whispers in my ear, then cups my face and turns my head to place a searing kiss on my lips. “You like a little pain with your pleasure, baby?”
My pussy clenches.
Shit.
I think I do.
And I never realized this was a kink for me until I felt that sharp bite of pain ignite the pleasure searing through me and amping it up to scorching levels.
