Chapter 158 - 157: Pamela 6

Chapter 158: Chapter 157: Pamela 6

:My lovely Auntie,’ Owen thought, a sharp spike of satisfaction washing over him.

’Look at how completely you’ve succumbed to your desires for me, even after everything that’s happened.’

"Every single morning..." Pamela panted, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and overwhelming heat. "Every morning, I take myself to the edge using my fingers... completely behind his back. I secretly indulge in these filthy acts in bed while he’s outside, totally oblivious..."

"You really outdid yourself, Auntie," Owen chuckled darkly, adjusting his angle to drive even deeper into her tight, slick passage. "Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine you’d be playing with yourself like that behind your husband’s back. That poor, pathetic man... he has no idea what his wife actually needs."

Owen felt a flicker of quiet disdain for his uncle. It was an absolute waste for such an oblivious fool to possess a woman this gorgeous, leaving a fully blossomed, voluptuous beauty so starved for real affection and passion. Now that Owen had taken control, he intended to claim her entirely—treating her like the prized trophy she was until her body accepted him completely.

"Ah... wait," Pamela whimpered, her hips shivering as he set a punishing rhythm. "I’m... I’m not even done confessing yet..."

"Then don’t stop," Owen commanded smoothly, his steady thrusts molding her body to his. "Tell me everything, Auntie. I’m all ears, and my length is buried all the way inside you." He continued his relentless upward rhythm, driving her toward another peak while she exposed her deepest secrets.

"I... I even used the smooth handle of a kitchen ladle once," she admitted sheepishly, her face flushing crimson as she peeked up to see Owen’s reaction. "Ah... please don’t look at me like that!"

"Damn, Auntie... that’s incredible," Owen said with a grin, amazed by how far her desperation had driven her. Desperate times truly called for desperate measures, and the thought of her using whatever she could find in the kitchen just to simulate his size sent a surge of arousal straight to his core. "How about you show me how you did that next time? I want to watch."

"Ah! You’re embarrassing me so much!" Pamela whined, hiding her flushed cheeks in the crook of his neck. "I was in the middle of preparing dinner... I just couldn’t help myself!"

"No, I’m serious," Owen insisted, kissing her sensitive earlobe. "I want a front-row seat to see how you used it on yourself."

"Ah... okay... fine," she gasped out, unable to deny him anything when he was filling her so completely. "In the future... as long as you don’t think poorly of me for doing something so shameless..."

"Why would I think poorly of you? That sounds like the most incredible show you could ever give me, Auntie."

"Ah... you’re making my whole body feel weak," Pamela moaned softly, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. "How can you say such dirty things while doing this to me?"

She wanted nothing more than to melt into him—to taste his mouth, feel the strong press of his muscles, and lose herself entirely. Owen was everything her mundane life lacked: powerful, demanding, and utterly captivating. She never wanted to go back to those bland, routine nights with her husband ever again.

"I say it because it’s true," Owen whispered, his grip tightening on her waist as his movements grew faster, heavier, and far more forceful. "Now brace yourself, Auntie... I’m about to finish inside you!"

With a low growl, Owen drove all the way home, his hot release spilling deep inside her waiting warmth. Wave after wave flooded her inner walls, coating her completely in a heavy, intense surge.

"Ah... it feels so hot inside..." Pamela gasped, her toes curling as she felt every pulse of his release deep within her womb. "You’re filling me up so much..."

She felt an overwhelming sense of joy and fulfillment, completely consumed by the heat between them. The memory of the previous night flashed vividly in her mind—the breathless moans, the unrestrained passion, and the intense scent of their union lingering in the room. This was where she belonged.

"Turn around, Auntie," Owen instructed softly, pulling back just enough to let her shift positions. "Let’s try something new."

"Yes... please," Pamela agreed eagerly, turning her body so she could look directly into his eyes. Her striking blue gaze was slightly glazed over with pleasure, her messy hair falling over her bare shoulders in loose, dark waves.

"You really are breathtaking, Auntie Pam," Owen admitted, unable to hold back the thought. Looking at her like this, she truly resembled an exquisite, timeless beauty.

"Kiss me," she begged softly, her face still burning bright red, short-circuiting under his intense gaze.

"You’re getting greedy, aren’t you?" Owen teased with a smirk. "What if I told you that very few women ever get to taste my lips?"

"R-really?" she asked, her heart skipping a beat.

"Really, Auntie. I wouldn’t lie to you."

"Then please... grant me that privilege. Let me savor a kiss that belongs only to me," Pamela whispered, taking the initiative. She pulled his face down and pressed her lips against his in a deep, desperate kiss.

The exchange quickly deepened into a passionate, breath-stealing tangle of tongues. Pamela locked her fingers behind his head, holding him close as Owen resumed a steady, powerful drive from below. He felt like an unstoppable force, entirely taking over her body and mind.

’I’m going to get completely addicted to your touch and your lips, Owen,’ her mind spinning as she swallowed his breath, completely lost in the sensation.

’ I love this... I want to spend every single day like this with you...’

She gave no thought whatsoever to the man sitting in the other room. Instead, Pamela threw herself entirely into the moment, treating Owen as if he were her first and only true love. Her soft hands slid down his bare chest, her fingernails lightly tracing over his skin and teasing his chest as her hips moved in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

’She’s incredible at kissing, and her body responds so perfectly to every move I make,’ Owen thought, his control slipping once again as her tight walls squeezed him with incredible force.

’Damn it... I can’t hold back. I’m going to take her again!’