Page 13 of Prized Possession

My grip on her tightens as I pull back slightly, trying to give my dick a bit of space, as I really don’t want to blow a load in my pants, like a teenager who just discovered porn.

Once I’ve made it clear she’s not to move, I gently trail my hand up her body, my fingers ghosting over her ribs. Her breath hitches and her eyes flare dark again.

As soon as I reach the top of her ribs, I lightly brush my fingers over the swell of her breast, before trailing them across her chest to her neck. I spreadmy fingers out, until they’re encasing her throat, and she’s forced to tilt her head back a little to accommodate me.

I grip just hard enough to let her know I’m the one in control, but it’s not enough to hurt or take her breath away—not yet, anyway. I lean forward until my lips are almost against her ear, and I can’t help the cocky smirk that grows when she shudders beneath my touch.

“But you can only be a good slut with the right guy,” I whisper against her ear. “That fuckwit in there…he was not the right man.”

I press down on her throat, letting her feel how angry I was that she let that jizzbag touch her, when it was painfully obvious she didn’t want him to.

All the confidence she had before seems to leave her, and when she speaks, it’s barely above a stuttered whisper. “H-how do you know h-he wasn’t the right guy?”

It takes all of my control not to roll my eyes. There’s no way that arsehole would know what to do with a girl like Chloe, and I’d bet good money on him having a small cock.

I use my grip on her neck to lift her chin slightly as I lean back, making sure she has no choice but to make eye contact with me. When she tries to close her eyes to avoid me, I squeeze her throat. They pop back open, and at first she looks startled, until anger flares in her molten gaze.

“When you were with him, you looked like his touch repulsed you. I bet you were drier than a fucking desert. When you become a slut for the right guy, your pussy will be dripping wet,” I growl, my mouth practically salivating at the thought of finding out if she’s wet for me.

She shakes her head, disagreeing with me. “It takes more than some dancing and a bit of harmless touching to get some girls wet.”

A harsh laugh rips out of me. “That’s what women tell themselves to excuse the dickless idiots they’re with.”

Her brow furrows and she glares at me, but still she doesn’t fight to get away from me.

“Bullshit. It takes a lot for some women.” Although she tries to sound fierce, she’s a lot less sure now than before.

“That’s bollocks. You’ve just never been with the right guy,” I say, leaning in closer until my breath hits her ear. “And I can prove it.”

I slowly drag my tongue over her earlobe before pressing my lips lightly against the spot on her neck just below her ear. It’s barely the ghost of a kiss, but her breath hitches, and I can feel her heart racing beneath my fingers around her throat.

I keep my lips just hovering over the same spot, leaving her in suspense over if I’m going to kiss her again or not, as I let go of her arms.

“Do not move your hands from above your head or I will punish you,” I state firmly, and she does as she’s told, not moving even a little.

With my free hand, I move it down to the hem of her dress that’s sitting high up on her creamy thighs. I tickle my fingertips over her skin, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.

I snake my hand underneath, bunching it up as I lift my hand further. She’s barely breathing, frozen beneath me as she waits on bated breath for my next move.

As I reach the lacey fabric of her knickers, I run my finger over the outside of the fabric, swiping through her slit, and as soon as I feel her wetness seeping through, it takes all my control not to fall apart.

My cock twitches in my boxers, straining to be free, to the point it’s almost fucking painful. I want to wrap my fingers around my length, as squeezing always helps to relieve some of the throbbing tension, but I don’t have a free hand, and there’s nothing in this fucking world that’s going to make me take my hand away from Chloe’s cunt.

“I thought you said you don’t get wet that easily, Chloe?” I ask, my voice low and dripping with sex.

She tries to shake her head, but given my grip on her throat and my lips against her neck, she doesn’t manage it. “I-I don’t.”

My smirk grows as I hook my finger into her knickers, pulling them to the side. She gasps lightly as the cool air hits her exposed pussy, and I press my lips against her neck, sucking on her flesh until I leave a mark.

I then swipe my finger through her warm slit, groaning as I feel how hot and wet she is. Her moan flutters over my face, and as I look down at her, I take in the blush of her cheeks, the way her mouth has fallen open slightly as she clamps her eyes shut, completely lost in the moment.

As I pull my finger away, her eyes open and she watches me raise my hand until it’s between our heads. We can both see her glistening juices dripping off my finger. Her cheeks flush bright red, and she pulls her lower lip between her teeth, clearly embarrassed that I proved her wrong.

“You look like you’re dripping wet to me,” I point out, before I lean forward and pull my finger into my mouth, sucking her taste off my skin.

My eyes roll at her sweet, salty taste, and I want to scream at myself for such a fucking reckless move. I should have known that as soon as I have one taste of her, it will never be enough. I want to consume her.

Our gazes are locked together, and her eyes widen as she watches me swallow the taste of her from my finger. Her mouth opens and then closes, like she wants to snark back at me, but for once, she’s lost for words.

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