Owen
OWEN
“For both of us,” she whispers, causing the possessive beast inside of me to swell. Nothing and nobody will take them from me ever again. I’ve worked damn hard to get them here, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep them.
She winces again, and that’s when I remember why we’re in the bathroom. Reaching over her head, I snag the tampons off the shelf. “Come on, baby girl, let’s get you sorted.” My cock thickens at the thought of seeing her bare and pushing a tampon into her needy little pussy while it drips her blood on my fingers. Her eyes widen, but I ignore the question in them, take her hand, and lead her into the bedroom.
“Get on the bed and open your legs.” Her cheeks heat, and she remains frozen beside the bed, making me chuckle. “Laya, do as I ask you. You know I like control.” I raise an eyebrow, and her flush deepens, no doubt remembering all the times she would sneak around to watch me take someone roughly.
“Do you normally—” She stops herself from finishing the sentence, then waves her hand toward the tampons. Then she clears her throat and tries again. “Do you normally do this?”
My eyes latch onto the box in my hand, and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. She thinks I’ve done this for every woman I fucked. “No, baby girl. But with you, I can’t help myself. I want to take care of every part of you, Laya.” I step forward and tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. “And for the record, the only blood on my cock has been yours.” Her breath hitches, and her eyes become hooded. “Get on the bed and open your legs. Let me see.”
She shuffles onto the bed, with almost a nervousness about her, and it has me craving her even more. When she opens her legs, my pulse races and my cock leaks pre-cum, and I hiss at the way the head rubs against my waistband.
A streak of blood drips from her pussy hole, and my mouth waters to taste her. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” I groan, and she sits up on her elbows to watch me.
The tension in my body is like no other. The control it’s taking me to keep my cock out of her pussy is like torture. But when I finally sink into her, it will be with her as my wife and Romeo as my son, just as it always should have been.
“It’s my period, . Pretty sure there’s nothing beautiful about it.”
Shifting, I kneel on the bed between her legs. “Wrong, baby girl, this perfect little pussy is weeping for me.” I can’t help but reach out and stroke over her little clit and swipe my finger through her blood, swirling it until the tip is coated. Then I paint over her folds, relishing the warmth of her skin. The smoothness of her little pussy has my cock jumping to be released. “It tells me my baby girl is ready for me to put a baby in her.” She gasps, but I ignore her and push my finger into her pussy, then withdraw and add another, pumping inside her slowly. “It tells me it’s leaking, ready to be filled with my thick cock. Your body is crying out for me, Laya.” Her whimpers only add to my heightened state of need, and I won’t be able to leave this room without coming, not when she needs that as much as I do.
I want to mark her, make her mine, coat her with my arousal like she’s coating me. “You’re all warm and wet for me, Laya. Is this just blood, baby girl, or more? Is this little cunt dripping with your pussy juice too?”
“Ye-yes,” she pants out as I continue pumping, picking up my pace as she clenches around me.
“Come for me, baby girl. Coat my fingers in your blood.” I circle her swollen clit with my thumb, and my mouth waters when her pussy convulses.
“Holy shit. . Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Her pleas are a match that ignites an inferno inside me.
Her back arches and her head falls back, and fuck me, it’s beautiful.
“My perfect girl, all swollen and bloody for me.”
Her pussy contracts around me, tightening to the point that I hiss in pleasure. “…” I groan at my name spilling from her lips. The sound I’ve longed to hear, the sound that’s haunted my dreams and also brought me solitude.
“Good girl,” I praise and revel in the fact she pulsates on the endearment. “Such a good fucking girl.”
She collapses against the mattress, and I withdraw my sticky-cum- and blood-coated fingers from her. When she lifts her head, I bring my fingers to my lips and suck them into my mouth. My eyes roll back in pleasure. The copper tang blended with her cum has my free hand fumbling to unbuckle my belt.
I need to mark her, cover her in my cum.
Mark her with my pleasure, like she’s marked me.