Forever (Lost Souls MC #1) - Blue Saffire Page 0,46

and drops to his knees.

“Owen,” I moan as my head drops down between my shoulders.

His response is to lift my leg and place my ankle onto his shoulder, while he attacks my core from behind. I beat my fist against the glass as he devours me. He’s never been this intense and that’s saying a lot.

“You’re mine,” he grunts into my folds. “I want everyone to know you belong to me. I can’t take this shit, Eva. Fuck!”

I know he’s thinking out loud, and even if he weren’t, I couldn’t reply. My legs turn to jelly and the one leg that’s supporting me threatens to give out.

“I’m coming,” I scream.

“Damn… fucking… right,” he grunts as he lifts to his feet and pushes his jeans down his legs.

I cry out as he plunges into me. On penetration I come around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Owen does a combination of a chuckle, groan, and moan. He cups his hand under my chin, lifting my head up from between my shoulders. He thrusts his hips forward and pins me to the wall.

With a slow measured grind of his hips, he moves in me with a swivel type of motion. We both moan. “Fuck yeah, baby girl. I’m not giving you up, Eva. I can’t breathe without you,” he says hotly in my ear before biting down on it.

I was expecting him to take me hard and fast after making me come. I mean, he did say he was going to kill it. He doesn’t though, I mean, he is killing me and my pussy, but not hard and fast.

Nope, he continues the slow roll and swivel of his hips. Each time that thick, hard meat between his legs stirs inside me, I gush and spasm around him. He has a bruising hold on my waist with his right hand that’s keeping me pinned to the wall.

I pound the glass with my fist as I sob his name. When he starts to rock in and out of me, real tears start to fall. Owen dips his head and licks the tears soaking my cheek.

I reach my fingers into his hair and tug, causing him to groan and pant harder against my heated flesh as he moves to suck on my neck. This shit ain’t right. He knows it.

He’s punishing us both for what we’ve gotten ourselves into. He releases my face and reaches for my clit. I’m a shaking writhing mess against the wall.

I come so hard I see stars. Meanwhile, Owen grips my hips and releases me from being pinned to the glass we have steamed up. I’m breathing my way around multiples, when Owen’s hand comes down on my ass.

“Mine,” he grunts as he starts the pounding I’d been expecting. My butt stings from his slap, but it only turns me on more. “I’ll take a bullet for this shit, baby. I’m never going through that shit again. I’m taking you home and clearing this shit up. You’re my woman. This is my pussy. Fuck, Eva.”

Holy shit.

I swear I think this grown ass man just gave a husky whimper on that last part, as I clinched my walls around his cock. His strokes get choppy for a moment before he regains his control. He slaps my ass again.

“Baby,” I gasp.

“Shit, you’re going to bring me to my knees. I shouldn’t want you this fucking much,” he says through clenched teeth.

I reach for his hands and dig my nails into his skin. His hold on me tightens. His powerful thighs are the only thing supporting us as my feet start to lift up off the floor.

I’m so wet and full. Our grunts and groans are bouncing off the glass in front of us. The sound of his skin slapping mine is the only thing that’s louder.

Owen reaches for the neck of my polo shirt and rips it right down the middle. My bra is the next casualty. My breasts bounce free and he places his hand in the center of my back. He presses forward, smashing my breasts to the glass wall. The coolness of the glass against my breasts is a soothing sensation to my skin.

The nerd in my brain babbles about Owen being a genius architect. I’m sure the walls have central air cooling them. As if knowing my inner geek has tried to break the moment, he proceeds to break my back.

He grips a handful of my hair and tugs my head back. Then he shoves his free hand between the