Narrative's POV

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Juliet tentatively reached in, pulling his cock out of his pants, her eyes watching his face as she did so.

He was hard, and thick, and she wrapped her lips around his head. His eyes closed and he let out a loan moan, his hands tangled in her hair.

She felt another rush of wetness.

"Oh sweet Juliet ..."

She pulled and stroked, her lips and tongue working the head and shaft of his cock.

Heavy-lidded, he grabbed a handful of hair, drawing her to standing to kiss her mouth. Her hot sweet mouth.

She scrambled back on to the bed, undoing her jeans as he helped pull them off. He ditched the last of his clothing too as he followed her on to the bed.

Her long legs were soft and smooth as he kissed his way up to her inner thigh, tracing her lacy pink thong.

He could smell her sweet wetness. Circling the pink fabric just above her crotch area he whispers in his lust filled voice.

"I hope these were meant for me when you put them on." She bit her lip at that.

With that, he ripped them off, leaving her completely bare to him.

She was intoxicating. Just this one word was to describe her sweet musky smell coming from that swollen flesh.

She laid on his bed, naked, her head on his pillow, looking back at him hovering between her legs. He sent her a smirk before diving in to the beautiful sweet flesh.

He licked, the flat of his tongue massaging the folds of her labia, sucking and teasing as her back arched and her fingers grabbed for the dark green bedspread.

"Ohhhh my...." she drawled slowly.

Her head bent upwards, biting her lip to stop from screaming and waking the world up and letting them know that Owen Melon is certainly going down on her with his wicked experienced tongue.

He kissed up her flat soft tummy to her breasts, his hand continuing to rub and stroke her clit as he kissed her mouth and then sucked and nibbled at her breasts.

He bit down the dusk tip, revealing a sharp intake of breath.

"Moan my name, Juliet. Scream my name !" , his deep voice filled her ears.

And so she did.

His fingers slipped expertly inside her slick dripping pussy, stroking slowly and firmly at her g-spot.

Her purrs increased, and his mouth returned to her pussy, licking her clit as he stroked inside. He could feel her body responding, trembling with pleasure, from her movements to her moans, drawing out her orgasm.

She cried out, her back arching and fingers gripping the bed as her muscles clenched against his fingers and her hot, sticky juices flowed over his hand.

She panted and looked up with a heavy look at Owen. Keeping the contact, he licked up her juices and said," So sweet... I knew that pussy of yours was bloody sweet."

He crawled up her body as he did before, placing a kiss here and there, eliciting a giggle.

She kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips. She pushed his shoulder, indicating for him to roll onto his back as she sat on top.

He was rock hard, his cock thick and pulsing, as she slid back, kissing his chest as she did so. She licked up all the way to his neck and then his lips.

His hands squeezed her thighs as he gripped her leg and wrist, flipping her off him and on to her back. She bounced on the bed and giggled as he pulled her toward him again.

She tried once more to push him on to his back but he resisted, pinning her wrist a over her head and holding her down with his weight.

His forcefulness and dominance surprised her but within seconds his caress was once again gentle and he slid his large cock between her legs, its length and girth stretching her and filling her.

"Fuck... Juliet. "

Owen waited a moment, savoring that first connection, looking down at that beauty who was strained under his hold. He pushed slowly, drawing himself nearly entirely out, and then pushing as far as her body would allow.

It was almost maddening, the way he took his time and she tried again to push him over, to climb on top and ride his cock like she loved to do.

But he pinned her wrists above her head and she realized how strong he was - muscular and wiry. With his free hand he caressed her breast, pinched her nipple which sent a bolt of energy to her cunt.

"Owen !"

He kissed her mouth and her neck, his breath panting in her ear as his speed increased.

Juliet could feel him close as he released her hands and gathered her in his arms.

He moaned against her neck as he came, pressing his full weight into her body. She welcomed his delicious weight by wrapped her long legs around his waist as the spasms in his body eased.

They laid like that, their hearts slowing, their breathing returning to normal. Juliet's long, dark hair hung off the side of the bed, her head resting on Owen's arm.

Juliet was completely satisfied, as Owen finally rolled onto his back and pulled her into his chest, where she laid her head in the soft pocket of his shoulder.

Her hand trailed down to his flat, firm stomach and her fingers teased the treasure trail of hair just above his cock. Immediately she felt a and stirring in her pussy as she thought about riding his thick, hard cock again.

Thinking the same thing, he looked down at her and smirked," How about another go ?"

She smirked back and straddled his hips, bending down to kiss his tempting lips she replied.

"It's like how you read my mind."