Page 57 of His Secret Wish

Chapter 13

Owen bent his head so his lips were close to her ear. “Now, I’m going to suck on your nipples until you’re writhing on the bed, aching to be fucked. Needing me so deep inside you, because it will be the only way to stop the hurt.”

Isabella whimpered, reaching up and cupping his cheek. “Please, Owen.”

He chuckled, the sound dark, and then shimmied down the bed a bit. “What did I say about bad girls?” He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

She moaned, her body twitching. He pressed his hand against her belly, holding her still. Her skin was slick with sweat, but still silky smooth against his calloused fingers. He flicked his tongue against her nipple, alternating between licking and sucking.

A continuous stream of unintelligible words fell from her lips. She speared her hands through his hair and gripped tight. Again, the prickle of pain sent goosebumps down his spine. For a second, he thought she was going to pull him away, but she just pressed him closer.

He trailed the hand on her belly lower, tickling her bellybutton. She writhed, trying to get away. Not bloody likely. He trailed his fingers lower until he was cupping her pussy. She flexed her hips. He sucked harder on her nipple, biting down gently as he pushed two fingers inside her again.

She gasped, her back arching. “Oh, no, please Owen. I can’t. I can’t.” The words were strained, her voice cracking around the edges.

He released her nipple with a pop. Her nipple was swollen and dark. So beautiful. “Shh.” He kept his voice low and even. “Yes, you can. One more. For me.”

Her eyes closed, and she shook her head, but also spread her legs wider. Giving him better access.

“That’s it. That’s a good girl.” He bent over her and took her other nipple into his mouth, treating it to the same attention as the first. She clenched her hand in his hair.

He thrust his fingers in and out of her, the pace slow and steady this time. Her hips jerked and then rolled, finding the rhythm. He pressed deeper, and she made a whimpering sound in her throat.

Giving a final nip at her nipple, which caused her to jerk, he leaned back so he could watch her. She had her head tilted back, her eyes closed, her mouth open. Her cheeks and chest were flushed. She was still breathing hard.

So fucking beautiful.

He pushed his fingers deep, crooking them to slide over her g-spot. She grunted, her hips rising off the bed. He moved until he was half laying over her, staring at her face. She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. Need and heat stared back at him, as well as a bit of bewilderment.

“Please, Owen.” Her voice was wobbly and hoarse.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. Just let it happen.” He increased the motion of his fingers. More moisture flooded his fingers. Her legs slid wider, and she lifted her knees, opening herself completely.

“That’s a good girl.” He pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing in the motion he knew made her wild. Her inner muscles squeezed down on his fingers, the hot wet heat sucking him in. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her, feel her against him.

He pressed harder on her clit, rubbed his fingers faster against her g-spot. She was close. He redoubled his efforts, needing to see her fly again.

With a grunt she lifted her hips, pushing her pussy into his hand. Her muscles tightened, her abs quivered. The noise that escaped her was partway between a keen and shriek. He pressed his lips to hers so he could swallow the sound.

Her thighs trembled, her entire body going taught. She stopped breathing.

He watched her in awe, loving the way she came apart for him.

She sucked in a breath and sank back to the mattress. He slowly pulled his fingers out of her, sending another tremor through her. He kept his gaze locked with hers—although he wasn’t sure she was actually fully aware of what was going on—and lifted his fingers to his lips, sucking her juices off of them.

“That was... I don’t even have words...” Her voice was broken and breathy, satisfaction dripping from every word. He wanted to beat his chest like a Neanderthal, but resisted the urge, since it would most likely get him booted out of bed.

His poor cock would never forgive him.

“Thank you for letting me.” He pressed a soft, gentle kiss against her lips.

She reached over and cupped his cock, making him moan. “Does it hurt?” Her voice was filled with teasing concern. Clearly, she’d bounced back pretty quickly from her multiple orgasms.

“It aches, but only for you.”

Something flickered in her gaze, quick and then gone. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it made something inside him clench tight.

She squeezed his cock, and his mind blanked. He grunted, his hips flexing, pressing harder against her fingers. Pre-cum soaked the front of his briefs. He didn’t think he’d ever been this turned on, this hard, in his entire life.