Alex’s POV
"Owen," his name left my lips in a near whisper, lingering in the air in regular musical notes.
He'd asked me how I wanted to be f****d, but it seemed my answer brought more trouble than I expected.
The roughness of his palm grazed my belly, keeping me still while he buried his head deeper between my thighs. The first stroke of his tongue stole a sigh from me, my fingers clutched his hair just in case he chose to leave suddenly.
He'd indeed ripped my dinner dress off my body, despite having paid a shitload of money for it.
“If you keep doing that, I won’t have any more exquisite dresses to wear to events,” I chided him.
“I’ll just keep buying you more then,” he replied with his head slightly raised.
Before I could respond, he went down again and nibbled on my clit
