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Authors: Leah Holt,Nora Flite
Chained: A Bad Boy Romance (21 page)
His hand wrapped around my hip and he lifted me to straddle him. His cock was hard instantly as I lowered my weight. Owen's hands lightly draped the skin of my arms and a rush of chills flowed over my flesh.
God, I love him. He's amazing.
My head fell back as he drew small kisses across my neck and over my shoulders. His fingertips gently slid the straps of my nightgown down, exposing my breasts as a cool breeze drifted across my nipples, making them hard.
I brought my hands up and gripped his neck, pulling him in to suck on my breasts. The warmth of his tongue and delicate nibble of his teeth made me moan loudly.
“You like that?” he whispered into my ear as his hips shifted beneath me.
“I love that.” My hand reached into his pants and gripped his cock. I stroked slowly over his shaft and to the head, brushing the plush ridge.
His eyes closed and a heavy breath escaped his mouth. “Fuck, Charlie...”
“Guess
you
like that,” I teased, scraping my nails lightly over his balls. They tensed under my touch, and when I pumped his shaft again, I felt the slippery hint of precum.
His readiness had my center burning hot. Whatever patience I had was melting, my desire building up like a cement wall. Pulling his cock from his pants, I licked my lips at the sight of it. The early sun made it pinker, the thick flesh rigid and curved.
I moved my panties to the side, with one hand I spread my lips open and ran his swollen tip up and down my wet pussy. The shaft pulsed against me.
As I leaned in closely to his face, a hushed voice spilled from my lips. “Want to go inside?”
He lifted his eyebrows, nostrils flaring. “You fucking know I do.” He held me tighter, pushing me forward so that I ground against him. The tip of his cock bumped my clit, and I gasped.
I couldn't take it, not any longer.
Adjusting my hips, I rolled my pussy over him; I was so wet he slid easily inside. Owen's hands gripped my ass firmly, he guided me up and down on him. His muscles tensed, almost like he had no control of them.
Owen brought his hand up and grabbed my hair, pulling down firmly, our bodies moving together in one fluid motion. The swing creaked and shook as it rocked back and forth while we made love on the porch.
Leaning back, he arched his spine and growled. Watching how his shirt stretched, I slid it up, exposing the ink on his torso. I was compelled to touch the art, tracing the muscles and ink. Owen was incredible looking, I knew I'd never get tired of staring at him.
Inside of me, his cock twitched. “I'm going to cum, I can't hold it,” he said. Sweat glistened on his brow; I bent in to kiss it away.
Owen curled my hair in his grip, forcing me to meet his eyes. I froze, gazing into the depth of his irises, sinking in without wanting to return. “I love you,” he whispered.
It felt like his eyes were peering into my soul. Every inch of my body tensed. “I love you, too.”
His fingers dragged down over my bare back, following the indent of my spine. Then he caught my waist, using it for momentum, my pussy hitting down hard on his lap with each thrust. He lifted the front of my nightgown so he could watch his thick shaft disappear into the warmth of my soft, pink lips.
It turned me on to know he couldn't contain himself. Sparks of heat bloomed in my core, my body crushing—squeezing—as it shook with delight. The pleasure was immense, my heart so frantic I was getting dizzy.
A long moan exhaled from behind my lips as my orgasm hit. The wetness flowed over my thighs, my flesh riddled with goosebumps.
He was close behind me, panting so that it was all I could hear. With his palms embracing my ass, Owen gave a final thrust. He thickened, pumping into me with burst upon burst of cum.
I fell onto his chest, our breathing heavy as we stared into each others eyes.
He was meant for me. We were supposed to find each other.
A small cry escaped the open window above our heads. Biscuit ran up the porch steps and jumped onto the glass door, his ears perked to listen as he looked inside.
“See? Perfect timing.” Owen's laugh radiated from behind his grin.
I was smiling, but I was too wrapped up in his existence... in the moment... to laugh. I couldn't pull my eyes from his. He had turned my world into the one I'd always wished for.
I couldn't imagine myself without him, and I didn't want to.
Once, Owen had said I belonged to him.
Now, I truly knew what that meant.
He's mine... I'm his.
We're chained together.
Forever.
THE END
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rowing up in a small town with little to offer, Leah Holt's imagination was able to run wild. She loves to write romance with intense alpha guys, the ones we all desire but dare not admit to. Who doesn't love a bad boy riddled with muscles and tattoos?
Having limited opportunities in life, writing has become an outlet for her to let out all of the dirty, forbidden thoughts inside of her head.
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