Page 156 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“Yes.”

“Are we painting the room?” My excitement must have been apparent, because Prudence snorted. He reached down to give his dick a tight squeeze. I groaned, licking my lips as my attention immediately snapped to the thick root of his cock. His crown was glistening, the piercings that lined the length of it winking in the sunset as I bit my lip and resisted the urge to lean down and taste.

A fresh drop of precum slipped from the tip and I groaned, lashes fluttering.

“Please tell me you’re going to fuck me,” I pleaded, voice low and breathy. “Or I might take back my yes.”

“Four.”

“Shit, you are perfect.”

“Open the others,” Prudence commanded. I quickly scrambled to obey, distracted because every time I bent over to pop the lid from a new can he would crowd in the space behind me and suck kisses on my shoulders. He wasn’t really helping me—but I didn’t complain, too enthralled by the hot drag of his cock against my ass as I fumbled to get paint can after paint can open.

A rainbow of pastel sat before me, lids tossed haphazardly to the side as Prudence pressed to my back, his teeth biting almost threateningly at the nape of my neck. Every touch had me spinning, spinning, spinning. My dick was so hard it hurt, and when I glanced down at it I couldn’t help but groan at the sight.

The tip was flushed with blood, precum glistening as it slipped down my length, well on its way to my balls. I bit my lip, so incredibly excited by the sight of my dick next to the paint I could barely breathe.

“It’s skin safe,” Prudence promised, his words whispering along my shoulder as he fumbled for something behind himself, then returned to his rightful place against me. “But I’m going to get you nice and open first before we play.”

“Oh fuck yes,” I mewled, already too far gone to argue.

Clearly he had a plan, and I wasn’t about to mess that up.

“Face down,” Prudence demanded quietly against the shell of my ear. “Ass up.” His breath tickled, little tingles shooting up my body as I immediately dropped onto my elbows, and arched my back. He grabbed my hips, forcibly extending the arch for me as my lips bumped against the cool floor and I held my breath.

“That’s it, Pinkie. Show me how much of a whore you are for me.” He groaned, low and sweet, fanning his hands over my cheeks for a moment, before spreading them open to admire the flutter of my hole. “Like a bitch in heat.” He liked the way I squirmed when he did this. The way my hole twitched, and my body flushed with shame.

The first push of his finger against my ass had me hiccuping against the wood. As always, his touch was cold. I quickly got used to it, however, as he rubbed lube against my twitching, eager entrance, waiting for me to welcome the intrusion. I ached for him, the way I always did. It hadn’t taken long for him to train me. Now every time he was near my ass twitched in memory, begging to be filled to the brim.

I’d become Pavlov’s dog and Prudence was my reward.

“You know how I know you want me?” he murmured, his voice rumbling in the space between us.

“Because I bend over like a slut for you?” I offered, breathless.

“No.” He pressed against my hole again, circling, circling. I spread my legs, breath leaving me in an overwhelmed puff. I wanted him in. “Your hole gets all twitchy when it wants to be filled.” He pressed harder, and his point was only proven when my entrance trembled and sucked at his fingertips. “You can’t get enough of it.”

I’d never been this insatiable with anyone else, so I was still getting used to the way my body chased his touch. Like he was a craving I would never satisfy, and I was fine with that.

He pressed the pad of his finger in, and just like he’d said I would, I twitched around him eagerly, a desperate little puff of breath escaping as my lashes fluttered and I forced myself to relax, to welcome the intrusion.

Getting fucked felt weird sometimes, for the first few seconds. Wrong. In the best of ways.

“So pink,” Prudence praised. “So tight.” My cock jerked and a drop of precum slipped down my shaft. “So needy.” The fact he was staring at the most intimate part of my body made me lightheaded. It felt so good—forbidden almost. Taboo. “I want to crawl inside you,” his lips were suddenly beside my ear, tickling away as his finger pushed in deeper at the same time his tongue flickered out to trace the shell. “If I could become you, I would.” I whined. “I would share a heart with you, if I could. Share every breath. Close is not close enough.”

When he’d pushed the rest of the way inside, I cried out. A second finger quickly joined the first and I clenched around the width of them. They squelched as they fucked in and out, the filthy sound making my skin flush with shame as it filled the room and Prudence crooned praise against my ear.

“Open up for me,” he purred. “That’s it. Push back against me—” he growled. “That’s my good boy,” his voice was a quiet hiss. “You’re going to take what I give you, and you’re going to like it.”

His possessiveness should’ve frightened me.

But it didn’t.

The truth was, he could possess me all he desired because I wanted him to.

By the time I was ready, I was loose and breathless. I couldn’t help the punched out whines that left my lips every time he pushed against my prostate and pleasure zinged through my body. “P-please—” I begged, toes curling.

“No.”

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