Page 54 of Deserving Lara
Even as aftershocks continued to jolt through her body, Owl pulled back and stared up at her. “Please…fuck me, Lara. I need you. So damn bad.”
She moved. The only thought in her head to ease the longing she could hear in his voice. She shifted down his body until she was hovering over his cock. It was hard as a rock. The head was weeping with precome, and Owl’s teeth were clenched as she reached for him.
He inhaled sharply as she gripped his cock and aimed it between her legs.
She hesitated then, drawing out the moment. Lara wasn’t sure why. She felt good,reallygood, and it was obvious Owl was hurting.
“It’s okay,” he said, his voice shaking. “You did so good, sweetheart. I’ll be tasting you on my tongue for the rest of my life. We can stop. It’s all right.”
Lara suddenly realized what she was doing.
She was testing him. Wanting to see if he’d really stop as he promised.
And that sucked. Because she trusted Owl. More than she’d ever trusted anyone. And here she was, torturing him. He was two seconds away from coming and she was hesitating. Making him think she wasn’t sure about him. Aboutthem.
Without another thought, she lowered herself and took him to the hilt.
They both gasped.
It hurt a little, but Lara barely felt the pain. All she felt was complete. She was full, so damn full, and for the first time ever, she felt as if she’d become one with a man.
Owl’s hands had moved again, gripping her hips in a firm but gentle touch. He stared at where they were joined with an expression of awe.
Lara would never forget this moment. Ever. For the rest of her life, she’d replay it over and over again. How Owl had given her control over their lovemaking. Had let her do what felt right. Giving only what she felt she could give. And right now, she wanted to give him everything.
He was hers. She wasn’t giving him up. The protectiveness and possessiveness she felt toward him was new. She’d never felt that way about anything before. But this man? She’d fight to the death for him.
She tried to rock her hips, but Owl’s hands held her still.
“Owl,” she whined. “I want to move.”
“I can’t protect you,” he said in a tortured tone.
Lara froze.
* * *
Owl had never felt anything as amazing as Lara’s pussy gripping his cock. He was born to be inside her. She was soaking wet, her juices dripping down his shaft to his balls. He’d eaten her out as if his life depended on it, and he figured that maybe it did.
And he’d almost burst with pride when she’d taken him. But as he stared down at where his cock was buried deep within her body, he panicked.
He wasn’t wearing a condom.
“I can’t protect you,” he blurted.
“What?” she asked, sounding hurt.
“Condom. I’m not wearing one,” he said between gritted teeth. He felt every movement she made. Her inner muscles were strangling his dick as if they never wanted to let him go. Not that he wanted to go anywhere. He could live right here, just like this, for the rest of his days. But he refused to do anything that might hurt her. Might make her regret being with him.
Her brow furrowed as she stared at him.
“The last thing I want is anything we do to give you a flashback. And sex can be messy, sweetheart. Especially without a condom. I know what he did to you, and I want to protect you from seeing my come.”
Lara sat up straighter, the small movement making him groan. “Wait, let me see if I understand you. You’re not worried about protecting me from getting pregnant. You aren’t worried about what diseases I might have caught from a freaking serial killer. You’re thinking that the sight of yoursperm, the result of you experiencing pleasure from being inside me, might make me have a panic attack?”
She sounded confused. Owl hurried to explain further. “Yes. For the record, Iwantto knock you up. I can’t think of anything sexier than knowing my son or daughter is growing in your belly. And no, I’m not worried about diseases because I was there when the doctor gave you the results of the tests he ran in the hospital in Arizona, remember? So yeah, if the sight of my come leaking from between your legs has even a one percent chance of fucking things up between us, then I don’t want to risk it. Rise up for a minute and I’ll grab a condom from the drawer. They might be older than is wise to use, but it’s better than nothing.”
This conversation was anything but sexy, but Owl’s cock hadn’t lost its hardness. How could it when he was buried in the hottest, wettest pussy he’d ever had the pleasure and privilege to be in?
