Windbreaker OneShots

Owen🍋Dinner Table

(Part 2 since yall liked part one😊)

Finally after almost 40 minutes of Owen torturing me, cumming over my makeup brushes and ruining my hair. We were late an extra hour so I could do my hair and makeup. Again. But now I was sweating bullets. At a table with so many important people including Owen's parents and my parents. I could only worry about messing up or doing something stupid. My leg bounced ferociously making Owen smack my thigh under the table. He started a conversation with his parents. His parents... despite being on such good terms with my family I can't help but feel like there's a high level of dislike, resentment, and pure un comfort with me.

Why?

Glad you asked.

For your information, my first time meeting Owen's parents were during a very vulnerable time where Owen came back from work. He was horny. Very horny. So he took me right there on the couch. But he never told me his parents were visiting from Manchester. He also never told me they had a key to his house... long story short. They spent the first 4 months hating me. And now? I feel like there's no difference.

"Quit tapping your foot I can hear it." Owen groaned and casually looked around the room. I quickly stopped and sighed to myself. I should scroll on instagram. Can I scroll on instagram, can I even be on my phone or is that disrespectful? Would they make fun of me for not having the latest iPhone?? What if they're already talking about my wrinkly dress? I didn't have time to iron it!
I turned my head to see Owen glaring at me. I mumbled a small 'sorry' just low enough for him to hear. And of course, his hand settles on my thigh. Trying to calm me down and reassure me I assume, so I wrapped my hand over his and he immediately unwraps them... okay fuck you too😐
But no, instead his hand travels through the slit of my dress and caress my inner thigh. Is he crazy??
I pull his hand off of me but he ignores it, as usual. His eyes fall low as he looks around the room. He looks both bored and interested in something. But I couldn't do this here, I wasn't guaranteed to be quiet.
Owen knew that, but he didn't care. I felt his finger trace over the center of my panties making me take an unexpected breath. Thankfully everyone was talking enough to not hear me. "Owen, what is wrong with you?" I whisper. He turns back to me and smirks. His thumb rubbing circles over my swollen clit from earlier. "Owen please, not here. Not now." I grabbed his sleeve pleading with him. But he only pushed my panties aside and started to finger me. My eyes threaten to roll back so I squeezed them shut. A shaky hum came from my throat and Owen leaned in whispering. "Don't fuck this up for us. Stay quiet."

A couple minutes passed as he was still slowly fingering me. It was slow enough to make me moan but fast enough that I felt my climax nearing soon. "Owen please..." I shakily breathe as I feel his fingers pump inside of me even faster. My orgasm spilling over. By instinct I grab his arm and hide my face in it while my shaking body takes most of the blow. All I could do was gasp and tightly gripped his arm.
He pulled his fingers out and casually licked them clean. No one would understand the shudder that ran through my body after seeing that... Unfortunately the chair and floor beneath me were soaked. I felt disgusting and covered my face for the remainder of dinner.

When we made it home it was hell. Not a moment after walking in the door, he threw me on the couch and sat over me. "Fast and rough or nice and slow?" He asked. He'd been both all day... but some insane part of me wanted to get absolutely handled by him. "The first one." I said and he nodded. Standing up and walking up stairs. He came back with a rope and immediately tied my arms together.
After doing so he threw me on my side and sat over one leg. The other he put up on his shoulder while entering me with no warning.
We made love for hours at once. Round after round and I was absolutely exhausted. But he wouldn't let me rest. And when we finally did he fell asleep in between my legs and using my chest as a pillow. (Or sleeping with his face buried in your neck for the flat chested mommies❤️)
I know he could be so ruthless and horny at times, but the loving and caring moments overtook all of it.

😋multiple n one night. (It's 4am and I'm going insane) HOPE YALL ENJOYED!!