Laya
LAYA
My body falls against the mattress. My orgasm hit me so spectacularly the air was stolen from my lungs.
Owen’s admission was heart wrenching and everything I knew it to be.
I don’t need the specifics of what occurred with Carlos, because I know deep in my heart that he did what was best for us.
My son was created as heir to one day take Carlos’s place in his world, and that knowledge would tear me apart day by day. I can’t even begin to comprehend the atrocities that he committed. That was not the man I knew or wanted, yet it was slipping over into our everyday life. He was becoming unrecognizable, and worse, I wasn’t allowed to be me either.
Owen loves me for who I am. He knows the importance of family and values. He knows real love, and there’s not a glimmer of doubt in my mind that he already loves Romeo as his own.
He’s everything I want him to be, and so much more.
“You have all of me” echoes in my mind as exhilaration pumps through my veins.
Our labored breaths fan one another as a smile forms on my lips, and Owen’s lips twitch as we stare at one another triumphantly.
Everything is out in the open, all our secrets laid bare with our souls. I accept each and every one of them.
I accept him.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I buck beneath him, wanting more for anything he’s prepared to give.
His eyes flash with a seductive darkness I crave. “I’m going to fuck you like a good slut now, wife.” His gravelly promise sets the hairs on my body on edge, eager for his pleasurable punishment.
In a flash, he rolls us over, so I straddle his hips. “Push your tits together and squirt me some milk. I want you to drown me in it while I show you who owns this body.” He slaps my ass hard, making me yelp.
His gaze roams over my legs and freezes on where we’re joined. “Do you see how much I fill you, baby girl? How my cock stretches your little cunt.” His hand slides up my stomach and over my chest, then his thick fingers splay out over the column of my throat.
“Yes,” I pant as I rock against him. The tips of his fingers dig into my skin, bringing with it a sense of command. Ownership.
“That’s it. Rub that greedy little clit on me. Rub yourself off, you filthy little slut.” He smacks my ass again, and the sting behind it burns through me. “You take me so beautifully. All stretched and eager to please me.”
“Yes, please.” I moan, then caress my tits, and I revel in the swell of his cock deep inside me.
“That’s it. Touch those big tits for me. Play with your nipples, baby girl. Let me see your milk.” I gently pump myself until milk bubbles down the swell of my tits. “Fuckkkk, that’s it.” He rolls his hips, then powers up into me. “Such a good girl.” Each surge encourages a stream of warm milk to flow from my nipples.
Then he leans forward, and I push my nipples into his greedy mouth without direction. He groans around me as I tip my head back and become a doll for him to use. He feeds from me, holding me tightly in place as his cock works against the bounce of my ass, pounding in and out of me with each beat.
I grip onto his shoulders for support, knowing I’m leaving marks on him sends me wild with need. He’s mine. My beautiful savage, a handsome manipulator, my savior.
Ecstasy sparks inside me when the milk pours from his mouth. He eats like a feral beast. His hungry mouth devours me while his cock punishes me.
Pleasure strikes, and I can’t hold back.
“Yes. Oh god, yes. Owen!” I scream into the night as he grips me harder, causing sparks of light to dance in my vision, and I float in a sea of tranquility, never feeling so secure yet so owned.
“Fuckkk,” he grunts against me as his teeth tug on my flesh, and when I open my hooded eyes, he raises his head to face me. His mouth falls open, releasing a deluge of warm milk, the most intoxicating sight I’ve ever witnessed.
His cock spurts deep inside me, and I float into the abyss with a smile on my face when he whispers, “I love you” into the night.
Finally, feeling complete.
I finally have it all.