Page 15 of Owning His Girl

I can't help the moan that escapes from deep within me. It's filthy, it's forbidden, and it's absolutely intoxicating.

This is something new, something we've never done before. But I trust Wes completely, and I know he would never do anything to hurt me.

He flips me onto my stomach without warning, and suddenly I'm face down on the cool surface of the table, my skirt pushed up around my waist.

His hands grip my hips firmly, holding me in place as he continues to explore this new territory while his fingers work their magic elsewhere. It's too much and not enough all at once – a maddening combination that has me writhing on the table, begging for release.

“My dirty girl,” Wes teases, his words vibrating against me. "You love it just as much as I do, don’t you?”

And oh God, do I ever.

My response spills out in gasps and moans, confirming what we both already know. His dirty talk only turns me on more,making everything feel raw and intense. With each stroke of his tongue, I can feel myself reaching new heights.

"Please, Wes, don't stop," I beg, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice—breathy and desperate.

He doesn't stop. Instead, he intensifies his movements, driving me closer to the edge.

And then it happens—the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. The world blurs as it takes over every inch of my body, pulsing and radiating pure pleasure.

As I come back to reality, Wes's lips press tenderly against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

"That was so fucking hot," he whispers, his tone a mix of awe and satisfaction. "You're amazing, Fiona."

Still catching my breath, I feel a rush of heat to my cheeks, a mixture of pleasure and a shy realization that we just broke a taboo.

"I can't believe...I've never..." I stutter, trying to process the intensity of what just happened.

Wes's voice is gentle and reassuring. "Don't be embarrassed. This is just between us. No one else needs to know."

Wes confidently strides to the sink, his movements fluid and unfazed. I watch him wet a cloth, still buzzing from the thrill of what we just shared in the quiet comfort of my kitchen. I push myself up, wanting to help but he stops me with a smile.

"Let me take care of you," he says softly, a tender gesture that makes my heart swell. It's more than just physical intimacy, it's him taking care of my needs in all ways.

I settle back, feeling safe and cherished as he cleans us both with gentle strokes. The cool cloth soothes my skin, and every touch sends shivers through me.

"All good now?" he asks, his voice vulnerable and earnest as if my well-being is tied to his own.

"Yes," I respond, barely above a whisper, but it's the truth.

Wes helps me off the table, his hands steady and reverent as if I'm something precious. My dress falls back into place, concealing the evidence of our passion but not the lingering heat between my thighs.

Then he leans in for a tender kiss. "I love you so much, Fiona," he whispers.

His words reverberate through me, shaking me to the core. My heart skips a beat and I can't help but gaze up into his eyes. I smile softly, my chest blooming with the same love that he's just confessed.

"I love you too, Wes," I admit softly.

Before I can respond further, he captures my lips in his for another kiss; slow and sweet and unlike any we've shared before. It's a promise I'm ready to explore with him – all the hopes, dreams and little moments that come with loving someone.

As the kiss breaks, Wes takes my hand again, his thumb stroking patterns onto my skin. "We should probably go. We still have a party to get to.”

The grandeurof the Fit Mountain Resort's Grand Ballroom hits me the moment we step inside, the crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the opulent space.

Wes holds my hand as we navigate through the bustling party. Normally, I avoid these glitzy events, but with him next to me, I feel invincible.

That is until I see my parents weaving through the crowd towards us.

My heart flutters with annoyance. I've been dreading this confrontation all week and now it's finally happening. But I takea deep breath, squeeze Wes's hand for support, and plaster on a fake smile that would make any Instagram influencer proud.

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