Page 123 of Broken Prince
“Be a good girl and cum for me, Laney,” Owen growls.
My nails dig into his shoulders, eyes closing as I revel in the feel of his thick hard cock moving against my swollen clit.
“I saw you in there with my brother. Such a naughty girl. The way you moved against him. Fuck, Laney, it got me so hard. Do you feel what you do to me?” he snarls, sucking and nipping at my neck.
“Owen,” I sob out, so fucking close to my orgasm.
“Say my name again,” he groans.
One, two, three more bucks of his hips, and I’m biting the inside of my cheek as I shatter. “Owen,” I whimper as my body shakes in his arms, my pussy fluttering around nothing as waves of pleasure pulse in my core.
“God, damn it, Laney!” he rumbles.
I feel drunk, but not on alcohol. Nope, I’m drunk on a whole new level. My body is humming with pleasure as my chest heaves to catch my breath.
He’s still hard against me, and my mouth waters, wanting to take care of it myself. Unclasping my legs from around his waist, I put my feet on the ground and slide to my knees.
“What are you doing?” he asks, voice rough and husky as he looks down at me.
I say nothing, grinning as I pull him out of his jeans. His cock is thick and long, and I want to taste him.
“Fucking hell, Laney.” He lets out this feral groan as I take him into my mouth. He’s big, but I make it work. “That's it, baby, such a dirty girl. Suck on it.” He grabs a handful of my hair, and I moan at the sting of pain as he holds my head still. I watch as Owen fucks my mouth, leaning against the tree as his hips move fast.
The sounds he makes has heat growing inside me again. I love that I’m making him feel so good. I suck and gag, using my teeth to scrape against his shaft. He hisses as he thrusts roughly.
“I’m going to cum, Laney. Are you going to take it?” I nod, moaning around his length. “Yeah, you are. Such a dirty fucking girl,” he growls. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He drives all the way in before spilling down my throat. I struggle to swallow every jet of cum that he empties inside my mouth.
When he pulls out, I gasp for air as he looks down at me in awe. “You're so fucking gorgeous,” he says, brushing his thumb against my lips.
I moan when he wraps his hand around my throat and lifts me to my feet. I scramble to go with the movement. Then he’s pressing me against the tree again.
“Do you want to keep being my good girl?” Owen asks, his grip tightening.
“Yes,” I pant out, knowing right now, in this moment, I’d do anything. Alcohol and I are a dangerous mix, it seems.
“You see, my big brother, he’s been losing his mind without you.” Owen spins me around. Grabbing my hands, he places them on the tree. “He wants you, Laney. So bad it’s controlling his every thought. His every need.”
“Logan?” I ask, wondering why he’s talking about his brother.
“Yes. Logan.” Owen grips my hips and pulls my ass out. Looking over my shoulder, I see him crouch down and lift up my dress. “You see, I want to give him something.”
“What?” I whisper, head spinning, chest aching.
“You.” He leans over and bites my ass, making me suck in a breath. “You think you're so clever, Laney. Staying away because you think that's what's best for Logan. For Benny. There's so much you don’t know. So much you could have known if you just stayed long enough to ask.”
“What are you talking about?” I moan as he moves my panties to the side and licks.
“Soon, baby, soon everything will be okay. But until then, we need you to dump whoever this fucker is you’ve met. Because you're ours, Laney. And no other man can have you.”
Dump Kai? No, I can’t do that. I like him too much. And what does he mean this is going to be over soon? What is he talking about?
I let my head hang as I feel a cock pressing inside me. I moan as he stretches me good. Hands grip my hips as an animalistic groan sounds from behind me. In and out, he moves, building speed with every thrust.
The feeling of his thick cock gliding against my aching core feels amazing. When his fingers press against my sensitive clit, I nearly buckle. “Doesn’t that feel good, Laney?” Owen whispers, his voice a purr. “Doesn’t it feel so fucking good to have him fuck you like this? Like he would die if he didn’t.”
It takes a moment for my drunk, hazy mind to catch up, his words registering. I open my eyes to find Owen next to me, on his knees, as he plays with my clit with his sinful fingers.
But wait. If he’s there, who the fuck is fucking me?!