Page 72 of Possession

Ellie

Each powerful slam of his hips has the mattress squeaking and me wincing with the bite of pain it creates.

I’ve not had sex since we were last together, and I’m grateful my body welcomes him, even if it feels like I’m having sex for the first time all over again.

“So”—slam—“fucking”—thrust—“good.”

Then he quickly pulls out, rolls me over, and surges back inside. His face twists as he tears my top from me, leaving me in only a bra. His eyes come alive as he takes in my full tits bouncing with each thrust.

“Daddy made them grow, didn’t he? Daddy filled them for his little girl.”

I tense around him and his filthy words.

“Jesus, you feel so good with your slick little cunt molded around Daddy’s thick cock.”

“More,” I pant out. He moves a hand toward my clit and pinches it. Stars dance in front of my eyes as I pulsate around him, my entire body reacting for him.

“Fuck!” he grunts, then his warmth floods me.

He pulls his cock out, and I sag in disappointment, then my eyes roam up his body. At some point, he removed his shirt, and my mouth waters to drag my tongue over every muscle, every vein and tattoo woven into his skin.

How I missed his touch, his controlling way of caring about me. I missed him.

His cock stands tall, dripping in our cum and my blood, his eyes transfixed on my pussy. Then he pushes two fingers inside me, and I arch into his touch, but just as quickly, he removes them. He brings them to my chest, over the swell of my tits still encased in my bra, and writes something, and I stare in awe at him, both enamored and shocked at his moves.

“Touch yourself,” he whispers, and I do as he commands while he paints my body in our essence. The wetness coats my fingers as I withdraw some of his cum to circle my clit. Arousal surges inside me, and I miss his thickness filling me, claiming me as his. I buck up into him, desperate to feel the painful pleasure of him stretching me.

“Daddy’s possession. Mine.” He speaks low, as if to himself, and I realize that’s what he’s written.

When he lifts his head, our gazes lock. “Yours,” I whisper. He gifts me with a nod before positioning himself, then he slides back inside me achingly slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Feed me your cum, Little Doll.” My eyes narrow and then he takes hold of my hand and sucks my blood coated fingers into his mouth. “Daddy made this,” he growls, and my pussy reacts to the darkness behind his words, and I want nothing more than to pull him toward me and push my tongue into his filthy mouth, to feel his tongue entangled with mine. Before I have a chance to act, his fingers surge into my mouth, making me gag at the force. “Suck Daddy too. Suck what Daddy created.”

His eyes flare as we feed one another with our filthy, bloody mess that gives my pussy no other option but to contract and my blood to pump with desire as I come undone around him. I pull my fingers from his mouth and wrap my arms around his neck, holding on and never wanting to let go again. Ever.

He snaps his hips against me with a feral snarl, and his cum bursts out in sharp spurts I feel deep inside my walls.

Then he rests his forehead against mine. Sweat coats it, but it’s the glimmer in his eyes that holds my attention, holds me captive as he speaks. “You’re fucking mine, Little Doll,” he whispers with tenderness, and I embrace it while it’s there, knowing the switch could happen at any moment.

Then he withdraws sooner than I’d like, but the familiar use of my nickname has me rolling over on the mattress with a painful ache in my chest that causes a sob to catch in my throat. I never knew how much I loved it until I didn’t hear it anymore.

The nights I spent crying, alone, I longed to hear his voice, to be called his little doll.

“Shh, Little Doll. Daddy is here now.”

The thick head of his cock swipes his cum up and down my ass, and I jolt at the realization. “Shhh, let Daddy have his fill.” I attempt to crawl away from him, but he kneels onto the mattress and takes hold of my hair. His palm holds my face against the sheets, forcing me to collapse beneath him as he surges into my ass, and this time, he doesn’t give me a chance to pleasure myself too.

His knees dig into the mattress as he ruts into me like a wild animal, his heavy breaths filling the room. “You feel so fucking good.” Thrust. “I missed this. I fucking missed you so damn much.” He drills into me harder, the pain behind his words coming out in his actions. They’re brutal and hard, but I take them, each of them, because I deserve it, and I give him what he wants in return because I know how much I hurt him.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

His hips quicken.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”

He surges deeper with each slam.

“Jesus, yessss.” His thrust hits deeper, causing me to wince.

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