Come To Me (Owned 3)

“Should we revisit the gag?” I demanded. She shook her head slowly, but a smirk still played on her lips. Well, I knew how to deal with that. I carefully walked up the length of the bed until I was poised to put my cock between her lips. She was already opening her mouth.

“Such a good girl.” Fuck. The minute my cock hit her lips, I had to brace my hand on the headboard. I’m talking major fucking emergency level shit, because I was about to come in her fucking mouth.

I couldn’t come in her mouth.

That was a hard limit with her. I started to pull out, but she sucked me back in, licking on the head, doing all the kind of shit that makes a man hiss. I banged against the wall which caused enough of a distraction for Lenny to look, and pulled out just in time. I came all over her chest, hot, wet spurts that landed between and on the perfect peaks of her tits. And would you believe that a smirk still played on her lips?

I slid down her body, sucking and savaging as I went. The entire time I watched her mouth, because the minute I reached her pussy and slid my tongue from her ass to her clit, her smirk dropped. Her mouth opened and she sighed.

How many different ways could I fuck this pussy? I’d spend the rest of my life figuring that out.

“You’re going to come,” I told her. I spread her legs wider, plunging a finger in as I sucked on her folds. In response Lenny cried out. With a second finger poised at her entrance, I teased light circles. She whimpered.

“Say it.”

“I’m going to come.” She gasped as I entered. I glanced up and let me say, I had a great view. She pulled on the belt, but that wasn’t coming loose any time soon. I had her thighs spread and wrapped around my neck, so they were stuck as well. The only thing that could move was her head, which she thrashed and moaned as I tongue and fingerfucked her cunt.

“Too much, I need you in me!” There was no smirk on her lips; she was too busy trying not to lose it—as if that was possible. Me on the other hand, I was grinning pretty wide as I took another long lick of her pussy.

“Vic!” She wailed. I put a third finger in her cunt just as I felt her tighten and quiver around me. I wanted to stretch her, fill her, make her scream. I could see her belly tense just as the third finger joined the other two, and then she let out a scream, but this scream was unique, unlike the others that had shattered my heart.

This scream was like fucking music, and combined with her pants, her groans, her wails, it was like a symphony in that hotel bedroom.

Slowly her legs loosened and her arms slackened in their restraints. I pulled my fingers out, watching how she shivered. I took another kiss, sucking in her clit to watch her buck. Then I sucked off my fingers because, fuck, she tasted good.

Lenny breathed heavily, her chin to her chest. I crawled up slowly and moved her hair off her sweaty forehead, then I started kissing her back to consciousness. I rubbed my palm slowly against her cunt, watching her move automatically toward me in her post-orgasm haze.

“Mmm…” she mumbled. I took her bottom lip and pulled it out. Her eyes fluttered open and I let the lip go.

“I’m finished,” she muttered, but that only made me laugh.

“I’m not going to be finished until you’re limp, sweaty, and broken. Now let’s turn you over so I can come in that cunt of yours.” I grabbed her by her thick ass and turned her over. Her arms were still restrained and for a moment I contemplated pounding into her like that, because it was a pretty goddamn erotic sight. But I wanted to feel her now; I wanted her arms on me. I reached over and undid the knot, then grabbed her before she completely fell to the bed.

When her back was pressed against my chest, she wrapped her arms around my neck. Even in her haze, she found me. I grabbed both tits in my hand, palming them until I was sure they were bruised. The thing about leaving a little pain was that then she would still feel me after I was gone. Moving aside her hair, I kissed a trail down her neck.

“Are you ready to be fucked, Lennox?” I asked into the skin of her throat. She nodded, delirious.

“Say it,” I reminded her, keeping her tit hostage in my hand.

“I’m ready to be fucked, Vic.” Bending her back over, I guided my dick to her cunt. It slid right in, like fucking home.

“Oh fuck…” Lenny groaned, fisting the sheets with her palm. I had thought I was going to come before, but as I pounded inside her, nothing was more fucking brutal than watching her bite and claw at the sheets. I could feel my orgasm about to flood me, and I wanted to bury it deep inside her. Still, I had to know one thing.

“Who owns you?” I demanded.

“You own me, Vic. Forever.”

I think I should skip ahead, mostly because what happened the following month might seem boring. Lenny and I were many things, but boring…boring was never among them. I mean, it was pretty goddamn fantastic to us, but not everyone wants to hear about a month of straight fucking.

That was all we did that month.

We fucked, and we fucked a lot.

Shit, we fucked so much I thought I almost broke my dick. “Is it broken?” I yelled. “It’s not fucking broken, Vic—oh, oh my god, is it broken?” We spent the next few minutes googling broken penis—did you know there is an entire website dedicated to teaching men about their broken or not broken penis? Yep, there is.

And mine was not.

Then we fucked more, because hey, my dick wasn’t broken, and couple’s counseling never really worked for us. The way we communicated, the way we healed, was with flesh. We mended fences not with glue, but with…well…another sticky white substance.