Page 104 of Prized Possession

I press my lips against hers once more, hard and claiming, only this time I pull away before it can turn into more. She leans forward, chasing my mouth with hers, but I reluctantly pull back.

“I want nothing more than to keep kissing you, but instead, I’m going to say goodnight,” I state, ignoring the way my cock is screaming at me.

Chloe’s lip tips up into a smirk. “Who knew you’d be such a gentleman?”

I rock my hips into her, letting her feel all of my hard cock that’s trying to burst free from my jeans, and her eyes widen.

“I’m not a gentleman, I’m just taking my time. I want to drive you crazy first. I want to be the only thing you think about, dream about.

“I want you to wish you could get yourself off to thoughts of me, knowing I won’t give you permission to touch yourself. When I finally take you I want you dripping wet, needy, desperate for my cock.

“I want you begging me like you might die if I don’t agree. I’m not a gentleman, Mio, I’m the wicked guy biding his time until he ruins you for all other men.”

Her brows shoot into her hairline, and my devilish smirk grows at the sight of her wide, shocked eyes, but I can also see the need flashing in them too. She loves my dirty words, and she’s not far off losing herself to the moment.

“I-I… You mean, I can’t…” she mumbles incoherently, not able to finish her sentence, but I know what she’s trying to say.

I lean in until I’m whispering in her ear, her body trembling beneath me. “No, you can’t touch yourself, and you definitely can’t come. I meant what I said, the next time I let you come, it’ll be on my cock.”

She shakes her head, looking a little alarmed. “I can’t. I need to…”

“I will punish you, and it will be so much worse than before. Just be a bit more patient, and I promise, I’ll make it worth it for you. You want to be a good little slut for me, don’t you, Mio?”

Chloe nods her head, and I can’t help but smile. “I want to be a good slut, but I’m so wet. I really need to come.”

She’s so quiet and shy as she admits it to me, I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. I’m very aware I’m a bad influence on her, but that’s not going to stop me.

“Get some sleep. I’ll sleep well knowing your tight little cunt is wet and waiting for me,” I growl, pressing my lips to her forehead before I finally step back.

Chloe almost slumps to the floor when she’s not being held up between me and the wall, her legs wobbling as she holds onto my hand firmly. As she raises her head, the fierce glare she gives me reminds me of the phrase “if looks could kill,” as I’d be six-feet under now.

My cocky smirk doesn’t help, and she frowns at me. “I’m so frustrated right now,” she groans.

“I know, Mio. Be a good girl, and I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

She shivers at the praise I give her, though her fierce look doesn’t lessen. “Fine,” she snaps, before her tone softens slightly when she adds, “Good night.”

She presses a quick kiss on my lips and turns, slamming the door in my face before I even know what’s happening. I bring my fingers up to my lips, wondering why I can still feel hers pressed against mine.

I quickly walk to my room, closing the door behind me before I fall back against it, my head banging off it as I do.

What the hell was I thinking? I could be balls deep in her tight pussy right now, but instead, I’m stuck with my hand again.

I know I’m doing the right thing, dragging it out until she’s really sure it’s what she wants, but fuck, if this burns any slower, my cock really might fall off.

It’s been four whole days, and I’m still thinking about the kiss. I relive the moment constantly, whether I want to or not. Whenever my mind wanders, that’s what I think about.

I’ve imagined so many alternate scenarios, and not one of them ends with me alone in bed, fucking frustrated and sizzling hot, to the point I can’t sleep.

They all involve Marcus taking me, making me come. And let me tell you, they’re a hell of a lot hotter than what actually fucking happened.

I’m still not done yelling at Past Chloe for her silence. I have no idea what the hell she was thinking, but she definitely didn’t consider how bloody awful it’s been for the last four days, living in a constantly horny state.

I wasn’t even this bad when I was a teenager!

Realistically, Marcus wouldn’t have any idea if I cheated—just a little. There’s been more than one occasion when my fingers have drifted precariously close to my knickers before I’ve caught myself. Yet I still can’t bring myself to break his rules.

The truth is, in every version of my fantasy, it’s always his fingersthat make me fall apart, never my own. Sometimes it’s his mouth, or his cock, or all of the above, but it’s never my own hand that I imagine.

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