Page 432 of Hell Hath No Fury

“Hmm,” I hum in delight, my eyelids closing of their own accord as he expertly fondles my pussy, knowing exactly how much pressure to use on my sensitive clit. My arms fall around his toned shoulders again, my nails sinking into his flesh as he inserts one digit inside me.

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he moans out. “So fucking tight.”

Without warning he thrusts another finger inside me, fucking me with them in tandem with his thumb flicking my little bud.

“Oh, GOD!” I call out, lifting my ass off his lap, just so I can keep to his maddening tempo.

“Shit, sweetheart. I got to have a taste.”

He pulls his fingers away from my pussy mid-thrust, making me grumble in utter disappointment. He then flashes me a mischievous grin, shoving his hand into his mouth, sucking his juice-coated fingers, before returning them back to their rightful origin.

My jaw slacks open for the briefest of seconds before Owen pulls me by the nape, forcing his punishing kiss on me. His tongue tastes like me, and that knowledge alone has me flying up to the heavens. I’m so close…so close that’s it’s a miracle I’ve been able to last this long.

“Owen,” I breathe into his mouth, latching my arms fully around his neck, my hands pulling the strands of his brown hair.

“I know, Col. I’ll get you there. I’ll get you there,” he vows, adding more pressure on my clit, hooking his fingers inside my walls in such a way that I have no choice but to come undone.

Blinding light illuminates the night sky, translucent stars beaming down on us as my body convulses in his arms. I lose all notion of reality, and for a split moment, this fantasy feels just as real as anything else in my life.

“Fuck. I can’t stand it anymore. Watching you come like that…fuck, Col. I need to be inside you. Now,” he begs, his strangled words caressing my flushed feverish skin.

“Who’s stopping you?” I reply when my soul returns back to my body.

The smile that beams from him has butterflies rising from the pit of my stomach and taking flight into parts unknown.

Damn his smile.

It should be illegal for any man to wield such a powerful weapon on an already depleted woman. Owen doesn’t waste any time, pulling down his zipper, and freeing his cock from underhis pants and briefs. His mushroom head looks angry at me, swollen and ready to tear me apart.

But I’m not scared.

Fear is the last thing on my mind.

“I need you,” I admit on bated breath.

Owen’s lust-filled gaze turns soft with my confession, and it’s the gentle love-torn glimmer in his eyes that suddenly has me gasping for air in fear.

But before I’m able to strike that look from his face, he angles the crown of his cock at my opening, his hands gripping my hips. I hold my breath as he slowly thrusts inside me, one inch at a time. And right when he’s at the hilt, fully inside me, the fullness has me momentarily at a loss for words.

“Look at me, princess,” he orders, his tone husky and delicious. It’s only when he demands I look at him that I realize I had my eyes closed. My lids open for him, finding pure fire in his gaze.

“No turning back now, Col,” he threatens. “This is happening.”

Unable to utter a coherent word, I just nod, holding on tightly to him as he starts to slowly bounce me on his cock. My legs begin to tremble, sweat dripping down my brow as his tempo increases. The heels on my feet dig into his lower back as he pounds my pussy like it belongs to him.

“Fuck,” he curses softly, his own brow drenched.

His gaze never turns away from mine, as if he needs reassurance that I’m right here with him. Even if I wanted to pretend he was someone else, it would be an impossible feat to do. His scent is all around me, his fingers digging into my flesh, his ardent gaze continuously burning me from within. I feel his cock stretch my slick walls, creating the perfect home for him, almost as if this was always his to begin with. The whole act is too much for me to take, and when he lowers his head enough tosuck my pebbled nipple into his mouth, I scream at the top of my lungs.

“Argh!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he grunts, his teeth biting around my nipple, his unforgiving cock pounding into me like he owns it.

His lips and teeth release me only to continue to deliciously taunt my other breast, while his shaft destroys the rest of my self-control. I feel my walls clench around him, ready to swallow him whole and tip us both over the edge. He’s hitting places inside me that I never knew existed, demanding that all my secrets be his and only his from this day forth.

“I can’t…I can’t…” I begin to mumble incoherently, while still sliding on his lap, back and forth, unwilling to let him go.

“What can’t you do, Col?” he growls, unleashing his mouth on my breast to look me in the eye. His temple kisses mine, while holding me tightly, just as unwilling to let me go as I am of him.