Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
LAYA
I glance over my shoulder at my sleeping son swaddled in the pastel-blue blanket my mom knitted for him.
“He asleep?” Owen’s eyes flick into the rearview mirror for confirmation.
“Yes. He was out like a light after his last feeding.”
He turns his gaze from the road to me, and heat blooms on my face. His eyes travel over me, then flick back toward the road too soon, leaving my body aching for more of his attention.
I lick my lips as uncertainty ripples through me. “Owen?”
His eyes snap to mine, and I instantly feel better. Something flashes in his eyes, some sort of understanding, and when he unbuckles his belt, my pulse races.
“Come on, baby girl, come and suck on this cock like the good girl I know you to be.”
He pulls his semihard cock from his boxers, and I lean over the center console, then bury my head into his groin. I breathe in his masculine scent as relaxation takes over me. He taps the head of his cock at my mouth. “Open, baby girl. I want you to suckle on me. Take what you need from me.”
The moment his velvety cock slides into my mouth, I close my eyes and suckle, and when his thick palm tangles in my hair, I melt into him.
“Such a precious girl. You did good today, baby; everything is going to be okay now,” he croons, and his security and love wrap around me, providing the comfort I desperately crave.