Page 177 of Prized Possession

“I had a plan. I was supposed to make you hate me, so nothing would happen between us,” I confess, which makes her laugh.

“It’s not the best plan in the world, I don’t think.”

I lean in so that my breath is fluttering over her ear. “I stood no chance against you, love. As soon as I tasted you, I knew I’d lost.”

“You should have fucked me then. That’s what I wanted that night,” she replies, pulling my ear lobe into her mouth, making me moan.

“I’ll just have to fuck you tonight to make up for it.”

She pushes me, a determined look in her eyes, so I step back. A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she reaches up to the neckline of the red silk mini-dress she’s wearing.

In a smooth motion, she slips the thin spaghetti straps off her shoulders and shuffles it down until her tits are free.

I move towards her, licking my lips as my eyes flare with passion, but she holds out a hand to stop me. Once she’s sure I’m not going to move, that cocky smirk is back, and it almost rivals my own.

I watch with rapt amusement as she slides her fingers over her nipple, giving them a small tug before she trails her hands down her hips.

When she reaches the hem of her dress, which sits a little too high up on her thigh for my liking when we’re in public, that smirk of hers turns devilishly sexy.

With her gaze locked on mine, she lifts the dress until it’s bunched around her waist, and she opens her legs wider, to prevent it from falling down.

I’m so caught up in how fucking sexy she looks that it takes me a couple of seconds to realise she’s not wearing any fucking knickers.

I’d worked out by the way her nipples poked through the red silk in the cold air that she didn’t have a bra on, but I had no idea she didn’t have any knickers on either.

Her bare pink pussy seems to shine under the moonlight, and my cock springs to life. I reach down and grasp my length through my jeans, squeezing just enough to help ease the throbbing ache that comes with my dick desperately wanting to be free.

“You seem to have lost your knickers, Mio,” I joke, my voice thick with desire.

“Oh, I didn’t lose them. I purposely didn’t put them on,” she replies cockily.

“Is that so I’d get easy access?” I ask, taking a small predatory step towards her.

“That, and I knew it’d drive you mad.”

“You wanted to drive me mad?” I growl, pressing my body against hers once more.

Her smile doesn’t falter. “I wanted to get you wound up enough that you’d fuck me the way I wanted you to all those months ago.”

My dick twitches in my boxers. “And how would that be?”

She lets out a sigh, her face relaxed as she meets my gaze.

“For ages afterwards, I dreamt about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t walked away. I woke up crying out your name, my fingers between my legs, wishing they were yours. I dreamt of you finishing it in so many ways, but there was always one that I came back to.”

“Tell me,” I rasp, grabbing hold of her hair, so I can move her head to the side, giving me better access to nibble along her neck.

“I wanted it fast and rough, as we didn’t have much time before someone noticed we were missing. You pushed me against the wall, making my curve my back and present my pussy to you. You plunged into my pussy without any build up, knowing I was dripping wet for you already, as you’d checked with your fingers.

“When I was about to come, you pulled out, saying I hadn’t been good enough to come. You then told me you wanted to find out how much of a slut I could be, and you took my arse.

“I told you it was my first time, and you were slow and gentle at first, making sure I enjoyed it, and once I was used to being stretched open, you pounded me hard. As I came, you told me that only good sluts come with a cock in their arse.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, suddenly feeling very fucking overheated. “That’s hot.”

“It is,” she smiles cheekily.

“Is anal something you want to try? I know we’ve played a little, and you’ve said you’re open to trying, but you’ve never specifically asked for it.”

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