Owen 510

Owen

I don’t want to hurt her. The rage coursing through my body is all-consuming, and I’m afraid my touch will be too harsh, too punishing. When I walked into the house and heard Kyrie screaming for someone to stop, my heart began to pound. With that already boiling my blood, the sight of the twig I threw off my porch yesterday forcing his dick inside my princess as she screamed her protest turned my vision red. I wanted to kill him. I could have in that moment, but that would be too good for him. No, he needs to suffer until I’m satisfied he’s paid for what he’s done. Then, and only then, I might kill him. We’ll see how generous I’m feeling.

For now, I’ll allow myself to drown in Kyrie, my girl, my princess. I hold her to me as our lips consume each other. My hands slide down her body to find her bare ass, and I growl against her lips. I crouch down, dragging my lips down her jaw as I go, so I can pull up her pants. My hands shake with rage knowing that fucker stripped her down. When they’re settled back on her hips, I capture her mouth again. I clutch her ass, pulling her tight to me and lifting her against my body. Her legs wrap around my waist, and her arms wind around my neck. She clings to me with desperation, her lips moving against mine like if she doesn’t devour me we won’t be complete. I know the feeling .

Leaving the walking corpse to wallow on the living room floor, I turn and carry Kyrie out of the room. I’m not worried about him getting away, I’ve already made the call. I keep kissing Kyrie as I carry her up the stairs and turn right to go to my bedroom. I kick open the door, doing the same to close it behind me as I walk her to my bed. In all the time she’s lived with me, I can count on one hand how many times she’s been in here. That was by design, because having her in here leaving her scent was far too fucking tempting. Now? I will bathe myself and all my things in Kyrie.

After dropping her onto the bed, her tiny body bounces on the mattress, I remove my shirt. The sight of the blood stains I left all over Kyrie’s skin has me freezing in place. I never meant to mar her that way, she should always be clean. My brow creases in a frown as I look at her. “Let me clean you up.”

I go to turn away, but she lunges for me. Her small hands wrap around my wrist, her green eyes wide and pleading. “No. Leave it, please. I… I like it.”

My cock throbs in my pants; my princess has a dark side. With a groan vibrating deep in my chest, I pull my shirt over my head and drop to my knees to grip the waistband of her sweatpants. I will be the one she remembers peeling her clothes off her body. I will be the one she remembers touching her. I will be the one she remembers tasting her. I will be the one she remembers fucking her.

With slow, deliberate movements, I drag them down her legs, revealing her creamy thighs. My gaze remains locked on her as I remove her pants and panties and toss them aside. Her eyes are wide and glassy, shock and awe shining through as I run my hands up her calves. Pushing her knees apart, I’m greeted with the sight of her pretty little pussy glistening with arousal. I groan again as I reach forward, running my thumb up her slit and gathering her juices. “Already so wet for me, Princess.”

She whimpers and squirms on the bed. I suck my thumb into my mouth, savoring the taste of her. Fuck yeah . “Can I taste you?”

My body freezes while my cock grows so thick I might come in my pants. Kyrie rests on her elbows, staring at me. “What was that, Princess?”

She rolls her lips together, her cheeks turning bright pink. “I want to taste you.”

“Oh, Princess.” I stand and take my time unbuttoning my jeans. Her eyes follow every movement just like mine track how her throat bobs when she swallows. When my jeans are open, I pull my cock out, and her eyes widen. “You want to suck my cock?”

She nods while licking her lips, leaning forward eagerly. With a low growl, I tangle my hand in her hair and guide her to my head. She gives it a kiss, and a sigh escapes me at her soft touch. My knees nearly buckle when her hot mouth envelopes me. I groan, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back for a moment before snapping my gaze back down to watch her.

She hums as she slowly finds her rhythm, taking me in almost to the back of her throat before dragging her tongue back up my shaft. A shiver works its way up my spine, and I gently grip her hair, pulling her away. She looks up at me, her lip popping out in a pout and her brow creased in confusion, fear clouding her eyes. A low growl forms in my chest. “Princess, if you keep that up, I’m going to finish in your mouth, and when I come, I want it to be in this pretty pussy.”

Her eyes widen as desire takes over her features. I kiss her hard as I guide her to scoot back and lie on the bed. Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down her torso before I settle myself between her legs. Wrapping my arms around her thighs and holding her wide open for me, I blow a cool breath on her exposed cunt, causing her to buck before taking a long, slow lick up her dripping slit. She moans the sweetest sound for me as I lap at her folds like she’s my new favorite dessert. Because she is. I swirl my tongue on her clit, sucking the bundle into my mouth and teasing it until she’s trapping my head between her gorgeous thighs. Her hands try to find purchase in my short hair but fail. I grip her legs harder, pulling her open and exposing her to me, then diving back in. I fuck her with my tongue, and she cries out with pleasure, her juices soaking my beard.

“O-O-Owen! I’m gonna come!” she cries out, and my cock throbs at the sound of my name on her lips as she falls apart for me. I’ve always loved her calling me Seanathair but this, hearing my name, is so much better. I want to make her scream it again and again. I lean over her as she comes down from her high, her body shaking from the aftershocks. She stares up at me with a lazy smile, and I fall for her all over again. My girl, my princess, is finally mine. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, I’m never letting her go. She leans up and presses her soft lips to mine, and I groan at the contact. She tastes so good no matter where I put my lips.

I shed my pants and boxers before crawling up the bed, sliding my hand up her shirt at the same time. With her perky little tits revealed, I pull her shirt off and toss it to the floor with the rest of our clothes. I take a rosebud in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, causing her to moan, then graze my teeth against it as I release. She arches her back for more. Crawling up the rest of the way, dragging kisses up her neck as I go, I push her knees apart with my own. When I’m settled between her thighs, I grind my length into her drenched folds, rubbing her clit with the tip of my cock.

She stares at me with wide eyes full of love and adoration, and her small hands land on my arms, pulling me closer as she whispers, “Please, Owen.”

I moan at the sound of my name on her lips before resting my forehead against hers. “I’ll try to be gentle, Princess, but I’ll always make it good.”

She nods, and I capture her mouth again before pulling my hips back and reaching down to guide the head of my cock to her pussy. I get tested every month and never go bare, but now, with my girl, I need to feel her. Her soft lips part for me as I squeeze into her tight, wet heat. She hisses at the intrusion, and I freeze. “I’m sorry, Princess,” I whisper against her lips. Her body is tense, and that will only make it more uncomfortable. “Do you trust me, Princess?”

She nods against me. “With my life.”

With the glowing pride of those words coursing through me, I kiss her gently again. When she starts to relax, I pull my hips back a fraction before slamming in the rest of the way, breaking the barrier that protected what was left of her innocence. She digs her nails into my shoulders, her body tensing around me as she lets out a soft cry of pain. Her breath catches in her throat, and I lean down, placing light kisses along her jaw. “That’s my girl. You’re doing so well. I know it hurts now, but I’m going to make it better.”

She relaxes a fraction, her breathing steadying. I keep kissing her neck, her jaw, her mouth. When she finally nods against me, I pull my hips back and slowly thrust. Her walls are so tight my cock is being strangled. The knowledge of her body being mine alone is intoxicating, and my mind clouds with raw need to pound into her hot, wet flesh. I grip a handful of her blonde hair and lock my eyes with hers. “You’re mine now, Princess. I’m not ever letting you go.”

I give in to my impulses, and despite the crease in her brow, I drive my body into hers. “Anyone else ever touches you again, I’ll kill them.”

I hike her thigh over my hip, and her ankles lock around my waist as I slam into her. My orgasm building has a tingle at the base of my spine. “You’ve been mine since you were a child. And you’ll always belong to me.”

I take her mouth in one more savage kiss that leaves her lips puffy and bruised. “Just like I belong to you. ”

Her back arches as her walls clamp down on me. I grind my public bone into her clit, and that sets her off. She creams around my cock, her big green eyes wide with pleasure as she cries out under me. The sight of her falling apart is my undoing. I groan deeply as my orgasm barrels through me and slam my hips home as I come.

We lie there breathing heavy, sweat covering our bodies. She clings to me like her life depends on it, and if she’s feeling anything like me, then it does. I run my fingers through her hair, placing kisses along her hairline when the sound of her soft, husky voice breaks through the silence. “I love you, Owen.”

I freeze for a moment. Sure, Kyrie has told me she loves me on many occasions over the years, but as her seanathair. This, this is different. I know it and she knows it. This is a declaration, one that cements the absolute destruction we just caused to what was our relationship. This thing between us now, whatever it is. It’s ours. “I love you too, Kyrie.”