Page 161 of Prized Possession

“Fuck, such a dirty girl. Do you like licking your juices off my cock?”

She hums her approval around my dick, sending a shiver down my spine. I watch in amazement as she takes the head in her mouth, sucking hard as she pumps her hand along the base.

She keeps eye contact with me the whole time, staring at me through hooded lashes, watching as she takes me apart with her mouth. Although I rest my hand on her head, holding her hair back so I can see everything, I don’t control her movements.

This whole morning hasn’t been about power or control, it’s been about both of us letting ourselves go enough to fall apart with each other.

I hate the term, but it does feel more like we’re making love than fucking, and I never thought I’d enjoy this more relaxed style of sex, but I actually do.

As Chloe stares at me, learning what actions have the most impact, teaching herself how to give me the maximum amount of pleasure, I can’t help but feel proud of her. She’s not only confident enough in her own body to ride me, to take the orgasm she needed, but now she’s taking the lead to make me fall apart.

Gone is the shy girl who hated her body and didn’t know what she wanted. Now she’s in tune enough with what she wants that she doesn’t even have to ask, she knows how to take it from me.

And whilst I’ll never stop wanting to control her, to turn her into my dirty little slut when we fuck, I’ll also give her times like this.

I think we both need it. To feel closer to each other, not just taking what we need from the other’s body.

Watching my beautiful girl take control, and feel confident in herself, makes me so fucking proud.

As she presses most of my length into the back of her throat, the tip bobbing against the back of her throat, I know I’m not going to last much longer. My balls are aching, tingling, ready for release.

“I’m going to come, love. Where do you want it?”

She doesn’t pull my cock out of her mouth to reply. Instead, she sucks me deeper, massaging her tongue against my shaft, her throat tightening just enough to push me over the edge.

I try to pull her off slightly, but Chloe holds firm, making her wishes clear, and I’m not fucking going to argue. With a grunt and a moan, my orgasm hits me and I blow my load into the back of her throat.

As the first load hits, she swallows, sending a shiver down my spine as I grunt with pleasure. She then pulls her head back a little, using her hand to pump the base of my shaft, dragging out the next few shots of cum, which land perfectly on her tongue.

My cum pools in her mouth as ropes of it hit the back of her throat and her tongue. She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she milks the last few drops from me.

I watch with rapt attention as she shows me the cum on her tongue, before swallowing it down.

Fuck, if I hadn’t just come, I might be getting hard again right now.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, my voice deep and raspy.

With a devilish smile on her face, she drags her tongue over the head of my cock, making sure to clean up the last few drops that we’re pooled there. She then licks all over my shaft, making sure she doesn’t miss anything.

When she finally sits back, she’s no longer looking as confident. Her cheeks are flushed and she gives me a shy smile.

“Was that okay?” she whispers, looking down at the bed.

I reach over and tilt her chin up so she has to meet my gaze. “That was fucking amazing, Chloe. Why would you ever think it wasn’t?”

“Well, it was a little different from the way we normally do things. I didn’t realise I’d been in charge until after, I was just lost in the moment.”

I can’t help but chuckle, which makes her look confused.

“Chloe, I don’t have to be in charge every time. We also don’t have to fuck hard and fast each time.

“Now that we’re together, it’s only natural to have more slow, sensual sex when the occasion calls for it, which I think it did here. I happen to find you taking what you need from me very fucking sexy.”

Her eyes widen a little with hope. “So we can do a bit of both? I love when you dominate me, and I’m your slut. That sort of sex is fucking amazing, but this was different. More intense, in a way.”

“I think it’s important we do both. The sex where I call you a slut and you call me sir, that’s more about us taking on the roles we enjoy in sex, but this, what we did this morning, that wasn’t roleplaying. It was just us, and that’s what made it more intimate,” I explain, relaxing when I see her finally let out the breath she’s holding.

“So both have their rightful place,” she repeats, and I nod.

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