Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
OWEN
T he moment she stepped into my office wearing my T-shirt, I became ravenous for her.
But I want to save her body for tonight—our wedding night.
If I could have my time again, I’d have made her eighteenth birthday a double celebration—her birthday and our marriage.
But instead, we’re having to do things unconventionally.
There’s not a doubt in my mind that shit will hit the fan tomorrow when Tate finds out I not only married his little sister but defiled her too. So having her tied to me before he tries to encourage doubt to creep into her mind ensures I get what I want.
I wasn’t lying when I said she can have her dream wedding later. Hell, I even secured the lodge resort on her Pinterest for this summer.
But I hate the way she eyes me with such uncertainty, the doubt where it has no place to be, so I give her what we both want.
“Make us come, baby girl.” Her breath hitches, and I know I have her. She leans back so her hands are once again rested on my knees and her pussy is flush against my hard cock.
“I want your T-shirt off,” she says, and rocks against me, and my cock jumps as I make quick work of throwing my T-shirt off. I lift her shirt enough to tear her panties from her, and she gasps, and I chuckle as I drop the fabric to the floor.
“I need you, Owen.”
Fuck, do I love to hear that. “I’m here, baby girl. Take what you want from me.” I groan as my fingers bite into her hips, encouraging her quickened pace, causing my balls to ache for release. “Fuck, baby girl, that’s it.”
Her tits bounce beneath the fabric, and I’m hungry to taste her milk, but not yet. I’m determined to wait. To finally take everything she offers as my wife.
The head of my cock peeks out above the waistband of my joggers, and I groan at the sensation of her dragging her pussy over my hard length. “Fuck, baby, I need to feel you,” I grunt in awe at the pleasure she brings without so much as skin to skin.
She shuffles forward, and the warmth of her little pussy heats the tip of my cock. “Jesus fucking Christ, Laya.”
She rocks back and forth. Back and forth. Quicker and quicker. “Yes. Oh god, yes.”
“My little girl’s pussy is plugged, isn’t it, baby? Gonna feel you bleed all over my cock tonight.”
“Oh god.” She moves faster, and I know she’s getting close; her body tightens, chasing her release.
The string of her tampon drags over the head of my cock, and I practically salivate to rip it from her cunt and stuff her with my cock. Hanging on by a thread and with every muscle in my body coiled tight, I grit my teeth to refrain from stealing back the control I crave.
“Owen. Oh Jesus, Owen.”
I snap my hand up toward her throat, but the small bit of restraint I have left enables me to cling onto my control. I simply hold her in place by her throat, determined not to unravel into my darkness, no matter how difficult I find it.
Her mouth falls open and her body stills, but with a firm grip still on her hip, I’m able to use her lax body as a vessel for my need as we sail into the abyss. “Fuck!” I curse, then slam my teeth into my lip as ecstasy consumes me.
My cum lands on us both, but she’s too in the throes of her orgasm to care, and honestly, I revel in saturating us in my obsession. “Such a good cum slut, baby girl.” A tremor racks through her at my words, a blush heats her cheeks, and I couldn’t be more elated. Laya has a thing for degradation, and I can’t wait to expose it.
“Did you just call me a…”
I nod, and her eyes widen, so I chuckle, then pull her forward by her throat until her tits touch my chest. “Get used to it, baby girl. I’m going to own your ass in a few hours, and if I want to make you my cum slut, I will.” The pinkness in her cheeks deepens, and she pulls her lip between her teeth as my cock hardens, which only causes her eyes to bug out further.
I drag a hand down my face.
“Baby, as much as I want to play with you right now, we need to get you fed. But first, I need to change you.”