Page 86 of Prized Possession

I watch with a smile on my face as he lazily licks them clean, making sure to get every drop of me off them. He then leans down, that cocky smirk on his face as he drags his tongue along the length of my slit, making me shiver.

“Now I’ve tasted you, there’s no going back. You’re mine,” he growls.

His words both terrify me and make my heart soar. All I’ve ever wanted is for him to want me, I’m just not sure he means it in the same way I do.

This will only ever be about sex for him, whereas I’m ready to give him all of me, even though I’ll get my heart broken in the process.

Four.

That’s the number of times I have wanked to thoughts of Chloe since we left the car yesterday evening. That’s rivalling teenage Marcus when he first discovered boobs, and isn’t something I’ve done to this degree for many years.

I mean, since I started having sex, I haven’t needed to use my own hand all that much. Yet, here I am.

As I watched her fall apart on my fingers, feeling her tight cunt cling to them as her taste flooded my tongue, the only thing I could think about was how my dick would feel in their place. I wanted to pick her up, carry her into my bedroom, and never let her leave.

Sadly, my brain kicked in and I remembered all the reasons I’m supposed to be showing restraint.

She’s starting to learn to control her body, and she’s definitely becoming confident enough to ask for what she wants, but it doesn’t change the factshe’s been through something traumatic, and until I know what it is, going any further with her could be harmful—and I never want to hurt her.

So, begrudgingly, when we got to the apartment yesterday, I made up a lame excuse about having work to do, and I’ve locked myself in my room ever since.

The look of disappointment on her face made my cock twitch, as it’s clear she was expecting for more to happen between us when we got inside. I just need to do this the right way.

I was hoping by this morning, after a wank and some sleep, I’d be able to think with my head instead of my cock, but I’m still just as fucking wound up as I was when I went to bed.

In fact, after a night of dreaming about her moans and the way she tastes, I’m more exhausted and turned on than yesterday.

I couldn’t be more grateful for the strong coffee I grab myself when I stomp into the kitchen, or that she’s not there to torture me with those ridiculously short pyjama’s she sleeps in.

Half way through my second mug, I’m finally starting to feel more human and less like a horny teenager when I hear Chloe’s door open. I keep my gaze firmly locked on the contract I’m reading on my phone, though I have no idea what it says as I’m listening intently to each footstep that brings her closer.

“Morning,” Chloe mutters, her voice low and shy.

I lift my gaze up to meet hers, only to find her staring down at her feet as she shuffles from one to the other. Just as I thought, she’s wearing those stupidly short pyjamas that stop at the top of her thighs. I’m sure if she turns around, I’ll be able to see the swell of her arse.

The top isn’t much better. The straps are tiny, the neckline dips low enough to show off her generous cleavage, and the material is so thin, I can see the outline of her hard nipples poking through.

The hem of the vest stops just above her belly button piercing, showing off a stretch of pale skin between that and the start of her low-hung shorts.

She’s got curves in all the right places, and even though her stomach isn’t as perfectly flat as some people prefer, I happen to like my women more natural, and to me, Chloe is perfect.

Since her eyes are downcast, I allow myself a long moment to appreciate her glorious body, though it causes my cock to harden painfully once more.

“Morning,” I grumble, sounding much more irritated than I intended as I discreetly readjust myself in my sweatpants. “Coffee?”

Her gaze slowly lifts to meet mine, and although the blush on her cheeks spreads, she gives me a small smile and a nod. “Yes, please.”

I stand to grab her a mug, making it just the way I know she prefers, and Iturn back to find she’s already grabbed her usual seat on the stool across from me.

Once her drink’s ready, I slide it over to her. “Thank you,” she says as she takes her first sip, the low moan she makes causes my dick to twitch painfully.

This woman is going to be the fucking death of me,I think to myself.

We drink our coffees in silence for a few moments, and although I pick up my phone to make it look like I’m busy, I’ve read the same line around seven times, and I’m still not quite sure what it says.

I’m too busy casting glances at her over my phone, hoping to catch her stealing looks at me.

After a few minutes, Chloe clears her throat awkwardly, trying to get my attention.

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