Page 119 of Prized Possession

I reach down between us and place my fingers on her sensitive clit, rubbing it as she squirms and cries out beneath me.

“No, please. Don’t… I’m going to, if you… Please, Marcus, please can I come? I’ll be a good whore for you. Let me show you how good a slut I can be.”

Her begging is like music to my ears, and I pound into her faster, rubbing hard against her clit.

Her body tenses, her legs tightening around me as she screws her eyes closed, thrashing around from side to side as her nails drag down my arms. She’s trying to stop herself from coming, but her body is close to betraying her.

I don’t want to set her recovery back, and I want to watch her fall apart, sothis time when I thrust in deep, I say, “Come for me. Show me what a good little whore you are.”

She cries out, her pussy spasming around me as her orgasm hits her. As it does, I tell her, “Eyes open, slut. I want to see you fall apart on my cock. I want to watch as I ruin you for all other men.”

Her eyes roll, but she’s quick to open them, and her silver gaze is fixed on me as she falls apart around me. Her cunt walls latch onto my cock, gripping me in a vice as she spasms.

Chloe’s whole body trembles as she calls out my name. “Marcus. Oh fuck, I’m coming. Thank you, thank you. Thank you for letting your slut come,” she cries, as she grabs hold of me tightly.

The feel of her pussy milking my cock, combined with her dirty words, tips me over the edge, and my orgasm hits just as hers begins to die down.

I rock my hips into her in short shallow thrusts, but it’s just enough to have me shooting rope after rope of cum into her waiting cunt.

When I’m sure I’ve coated her walls completely, and we’ve both come down from our release, we flop onto the bed beside each other, gasping for air.

I pull Chloe against my non-injured side, feeling disappointed that my cock is no longer inside of her, but there’s a little pride at knowing I’ve left a piece of me inside her, claiming her in the most primal way.

I lean down and kiss her. It’s not frantic or needy like before, and we take our time just tasting each other, before we pull back, both with matching smiles.

“Are you okay?” she asks, trying to pull out of my arms, so she can check my side, but I don’t let her. I keep her wrapped up beside me, her head on my chest.

“I’m fine. We can check it later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this moment with you,” I tell her, feeling her smile against my chest.

After a few minutes of silence, I finally voice the thoughts that have been echoing on repeat since I watched her come on my cock.

“There’s no going back after that. You belong to me now. You’re definitely mine.”

Chloe chuckles, lifting up on her elbow so she can meet my gaze.

“Marcus, I’ve belonged to you since we were kids, you just didn’t know it.” She then pauses for a second, a sad expression crossing her face. “I just wish you belonged to me in the same way.”

“Chloe—”

I’m not entirely sure what I was about to say, but Chloe cuts me off, giving me a tight smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“It’s okay. I’ve wanted you for so long, I’ll take whatever I can get, no matterhow temporary it might be. I know I’m putting my heart on the line here, but I need to see this through.”

I take a deep breath, warring with myself over whether I should stay quiet or show her the same level of vulnerability that she just showed me. After the amount of trust she’s given me, honesty is the least she deserves.

“You’re not the only one putting their heart on the line. I know there’s a lot of reasons why we can’t be together, but the more time I spend with you, the more I get to know the real Chloe, the easier it is for me to consider burning the whole world down, just so I can keep you.”

Her breath hitches, and she looks at me with such emotion, my heart races.

“Really?” The hope in her voice almost guts me.

I nod my head. “You’re mine now, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you.”

After that first time together, time seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye, and I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.

Marcus was true to his word, and once he’d fucked me, there was no going back. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and no matter how many times we were together, it was never enough. We always wanted more, which is something we were both very happy to accommodate.

After putting my heart on the line, I had no idea what would happen.

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