Chapter 103 Hundred and Three
AMELIA XAVIER
The smell of my favourite kind of coffee filled my nose as I opened my eyes. Letting out a yawn, I stretched myself out of bed and moved downstairs to meet Owen in the kitchen making breakfast.
We were moving into the Winters estate today so why was he making breakfast?
As I opened my mouth to speak, he turned to face me, handing me a chocolate chip.
“I saw this on YouTube, how does it taste,” he said, shoving the chocolate chip into my mouth.
I bit into it and the taste brought a smile to my face.
“Tastes like something made with love. I'll go wash up and come down for breakfast,” I murmured, planting a kiss on his lips and walking away.
A few minutes later, we were done with breakfast and we sat by the pool playing with the water.
It was warm and surprisingly calming.
“I thought we were moving today?” I asked, glancing at him.
Owen shrugged, the look on his face said he was contemplating on whether to avoid the question or not.
“I'm doing some renovations there, we'll move in soon,” he finally answered.
We?
A smile played on my lips as I used my legs to hit the water hard, making a loud splash and a ripple.
“Can I ask you something?”
Owen turned to face me, taking my palms into his, creating a warm sensation.
“Okay,” I replied waiting for his question.
“At the party, your father said something about you not wanting to take over the family business, is that true?”
I thought for a while. I had never told father anything like that, but he did have a point. I couldn't stay with Owen and also take over the business — it was either Owen or the business.
And father already knew the decision I'd make.
“Of course, I want to stay with you and since I'm not going to take over the business, I'll take yours — it's better that way,” I said, making Owen chuckle. His face lit up so brightly, and his eyes shone. He looked more alive.
“You're shrewd and feisty, come here,” Owen said, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me closer to him.
He stared into my eyes, and inched closer until there was no space left. Owen kissed me and I responded by wrapping my arms around his neck. His muscles stiffened as we shared a kiss. He pushed me slightly and I fell on my back.
“You're the feisty one. No, you're feral.”
He kissed my neck and dug his teeth into my skin, a gasp escaped my lips. I shivered as his fingers ran through my body, spanning my waist. Our hips grinded.
Owen Winters was something far from feral. He was a monster with no fucking limits.
“I'd be busy from now on, let's stop talking,” he breathed into my ear, his breath sending a wave of currents down to my toes.
Owen kissed his way to my cleavage, tearing off my bikini top. I moaned when his fingers caressed the swell of my breast. Using his tongue to play with it, his fingers found its way under me.
I shut my eyes gasping for air, my face red with ecstasy as he dipped his fingers into me.
“Look at me,” he growled softly, pushing his fingers deeper into me.
I let out a shaky sigh, opening my eyes to stare at his frosty blue eyes that could pierce anyone's soul, but instead of a piercing gaze, it was soft and soothing.
Owen grasped my neck to pin me down as he thrusted his fingers into me, my legs shook, and I found myself wanting more of this. I dug my nails into his skin while he pulled down his shorts.
I gasped at how big it swole, and I wanted him to gladly shove it down my throat.
“What do you want?” He asked breathing heavily.
I parted my lips and he seemed to get the message. Kneeling, I grabbed his dick playing with it, but he wanted to be aggressive so I stuck it into my mouth sucking hard at it.
I groaned pulling my hair.
“Fuck,” he cursed making me go faster.
We didn't mind that we were outside. No one could see us anyway.
He shoved it down my throat and I whimpered loudly, my pussy throbbing.
I wanted this man that bad.
“Let's go in,” I whispered staring up at him.
Owen hesitated for a bit, but suddenly lifted me up and carried me to his bed.
He threw me down on the bed, and before I could blink, was over me pulling down his shorts.
He pushed my legs apart, stucking his dick into me.
I felt a rush of raw pleasure, and I wanted him to keep going — I needed him.
“You're a monster,” I whispered and I swear I saw him grin evilly.
Owen thrusted his dick inside me slowly at first, then quickly.
He wasn't using protection, but that didn't matter. I was his anyway.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he went deeper into me. I groaned with pleasure. My pulse quickened and my breath sped, Owen Winters was sending me my climax without even breaking a sweat.
“I thought you liked foreplay,” I panted holding his neck.
“Well you don't like it. I'll give you whatever you like,” he purred lowly going faster.
My legs shook violently, a throaty moan tearing from my chest and a rush of warm liquid finally gushed out, soaking the sheets beneath.
My pussy ached for more, and he gave me just that.
“Fuck. I love that you're mine!” He growled increasing his speed.
“I know, anything for this to not end.”
Owen Winters was my everything, someone who was always there whether I noticed or not, watching me, admiring me.
Who wouldn't want someone like him.
He was everything I could ask for.
Nothing else mattered as long as we had eachother.