He gathers my hair and keeps it off my face while I sink down again, relaxing my throat, breathing through my nose. I gag lightly when he bumps the back. He jerks and curses, trying to pull me back, but I hold his hips and hum. The humming makes him buck under me, and his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Fuck—Vivian—your mouth—you’re going to make me lose control...”
I nod with him deep in my mouth, answering with my throat and the wet slide of my lips. I move faster, gagging as I take him deeper.
Owen’s thighs tighten under my hand. His breath stutters. “Stop,” he commands, yanking me up. “Not like this.”
I blink up at him, confused, my lips swollen and coated in his pre-cum. “No?”
“I need to be inside you,” he says, eyes wild, voice thick with need.
He pulls me up and onto his lap, grabs my ass, and grinds me down on the hard length of his cock. I circle my hips, needy and panting into his mouth.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?” he asks, breath ghosting my ear.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper desperately. “I want your cock inside me. I want you to fill me up.”
“Good girl.” The praise hits a deep, hidden place inside me.
He hooks his fingers into the sides of my jeans and panties and drags them down. I lift my knees and help, kicking them away. I’m bare in his lap, and he’s hot and heavy under me. Emotion fills my chest, soft yet feral.
Owen fists his cock and drags the head through my slick core, bumping my clit in passes that make me jolt. He doesn’t rush; he teases until I’m shaking, until the head catches at my entrance and my body tries to take him instinctively.
“You feel that?” he asks softly, eyes on my face. “Do you want me all the way?”
“Yes.” My voice breaks on the word. “Please, Owen. Please.”
He pushes. The head breaches, and the burn is sweet and savage. I gasp, and his hand tightens on my hip. He pauses, breathing hard.
“Breathe,” he murmurs. “Open for me.”
I exhale and melt around him. He eases deeper, inch after thick inch, and the stretch is exquisite.
“Fuck,” he groans, jaw tight. “You’re so tight.”
He buries himself the rest of the way, and the fullness is blinding. I can feel him everywhere, the press of him low and deep.
He cups my face gently and kisses me slowly, rocking his hips. The strokes drag against my walls in a way that makes me whimper. Gripping my hips, he fills me, guiding me up and down on him, finding the angle that makes me moan. The base of him presses perfectly against my clit each time I slidedown, and a white-hot line of pleasure sparks through me at the collision.
“Like that?” he pants. “Do you like riding my thick cock?”
“Uh-huh—don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”
“Eyes on me,” he says, and the command electrifies me.
I meet his stare, and the world disappears to a tunnel where it’s only his face and the rhythm he makes me keep and the slick sounds of us and the wet heat of us and the way my body is already climbing again, ready to explode another time even though I don’t know how he does this to me. His dirty talk slides in between all of it, pushing me further and further, tapping a need in me I never knew existed, but now need desperately.
“You’re a good girl for taking me so deep. You going to come for me like this? You going to moan my name while you do it?”
“Yes,” I gasp, because I can feel it detonating in the distance, rushing in. “Owen—oh God—Owen—”
“That’s it,” he says, almost a growl, hands bruising now as he slams me down and thrusts up to meet me, deeper, faster, relentless. “Ride my cock and make yourself come.”
My orgasm tears through me. My core clamps around his cock as my body pulses in hard, intense waves, and I’m blinded by overwhelming pleasure.
