Page 84 of Prized Possession

The thing is, I’ve been thinking about telling him anyway. Not all the details, just enough to placate him.

Although I don’t want my secret to get out, I’m beginning to trust Marcus enough to keep it safe. But the real reason is that I crave him too much, I’ll spill all my secrets if it means I can have him.

“Yes, I promise.”

As soon as he hears the words, his breath hitches, like he wasn’t sure I’d agree. His bright blue eyes darken to the point they’re almost black and my heart races when he looks at me like he’s a starving man who wants to devour me.

“Pull out the vibrating egg,” he instructs, and I do as I’m told.

Once I have a hold on the string, I gently begin to pull the egg out. It’s still vibrating, and the feel of it moving makes my core tighten, making me extra sensitive. I close my eyes, just allowing myself to feel the sensations as I focus on keeping my breathing even.

As the egg reaches my hole, I feel it stretching me slowly as I pull it out. When the egg is at its widest part, stretching me in the most delicious way, that’s when I feel Marcus’ large hand on top of mine.

My eyes spring open, but I no longer find him sitting beside me. Whilst my eyes were closed, Marcus lowered himself onto the car floor, kneeling between my legs. Those dark eyes of his are level with my glistening pussy, and I freeze, unsure what to do.

Marcus moves the hand that’s over mine and takes the piece of string from me, so he's in control of the egg. He doesn’t pull it out further, and the stretching combined with the intense vibrations are driving me insane.

I try to rock my hips, desperate to relieve even just the slightest bit of the ache that’s building, but he places his other hand on my thigh, holding me in place.

“You’re so fucking wet, Mio,” he growls, licking his lips.

“Please. More.” I can’t even form proper sentences, I just know that I need him to give me what I crave.

He chuckles, the corner of his lip tipping into that smirk that both infuriates me and turns me on, but before I can comment, he starts rolling the egg. At least, that’s what I think he’s doing.

The widest part is still stretching me, but he’s moving it in a way that’s doing it even more.

My moans become uninhibited and I’m panting frantically as only his hold on my hip stops me from rocking into the amazing feeling. Yet, still it’s not quite enough, and Marcus seems to know that.

“Tell me what you want, Mio. What does my beautiful little whore need?”

“You,” I breathe, dragging the word out like a plea.

“You have me.”

I shake my head frantically. “No. I need…more.”

“Use your words, love,” he snaps, his fingers digging into my thigh is a way that I know will leave bruises. Yet, unlike with Scott, I don’t care. I want this man to mark me, to make me his.

“Please, make me come,” I beg.

Marcus then quickly pulls the vibrating egg out. I go through a myriad of sensations as he does. The stretching and pleasant burning sensation worsens for a second, and then once the largest part is out, the vibrationsbecome more intense around my clit, pushing me right to the edge of insanity.

Once the egg is all the way out, my core feels both numb and alive at the same time, yet there’s this awful empty sensation that I wasn’t expecting.

The constant vibrations have left my pussy feeling almost numb, yet it’s like everything is prickling with heightened sensitivity, and I know it won’t take much for me to come now. I just need Marcus to give me that little bit more.

“How do you want to come, Mio?” he asks, his voice deep and husky.

“However you choose. I meant what I said, I’ll take you any way I can get you.”

Wow, talk about speaking before thinking. I’m just putting it all out there today, aren’t I?!

Though, given the way Marcus’ face darkens as his eyes become hooded, it appears I’ve said the right thing. I watch in awe as he brings the egg to his lips and begins to suck my juices from the sex toy.

As soon as he tastes me, his eyes screw shut and he throws his head back with a groan. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that. I knew one taste of you would make me lose all fucking control.”

As his eyes fly open, he moves so quickly I can barely keep up. He throws the egg onto the seat beside me and grabs hold of my arse with both hands, pulling me a little further down the seat until both of my legs are hooked over his shoulders.

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