Page 50 of Prized Possession

With a confidence I wasn’t expecting, she widens her legs, not stopping until I can see her pussy. She doesn’t have any hair there at all, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. My cock is pressing so hard against my boxers, it’s almost painful now.

“Lift your feet onto the sofa and spread your knees as wide as you can.”

She follows my instructions, her gaze still locked on mine, and I drag myself away from her molten silver eyes to look at her body. Her pretty pink pussy has a slight glisten to it that lets me know she’s wet, and my hand itches to touch her.

“Take your T-shirt off.” My voice is deep and husky now, dripping with lust.

“You have all your clothes on.” I hear the challenge in her words, but her voice is barely above a whisper.

I wonder if she is pushing me, or if this is just her asking for what she wants. It’s a really hard decision for me, as I want to reward her for finding her voice and asking for what she wants, but if I remove even one item of clothing, keeping my restraint will be a challenge.

“I do,” I reply, loving the way her glare narrows on me in challenge. “This isn’t about me, it’s about you. Now, take off your top, Mio.”

She shakes her head as she rolls her eyes, but at the same time, she reaches down to the hem of her shirt and begins lifting it. I’m sure she’s going at a fucking glacial pace to drive me mad, revealing a fucking centimetre of skin every few seconds.

It seems to take hours from her revealing her pierced belly button before I catch a glimpse of the underside of her bra.

I’m not sure if she’s doing it on purpose to wind me up, but it’s working.Each sliver of creamy soft skin that’s exposed seems to push me further into madness.

I never lose control. I’m always the one in charge of every interaction, never once letting my urges get the better of me. Yet with Chloe, I’m tempted to throw the rule book out the window as I fall to her feet, giving her whatever she wants.

Man the fuck up, Marcus, I remind myself. I’m supposed to be doing this to help Chloe, and I need to stop letting my cock distract me from the plan.

As she throws her T-shirt in the same direction as her discarded shorts, I suck in a breath at the sight of her sitting on my sofa, legs spread wide open, wearing just a lacy black bra. I don’t think even my wildest imagination could create something so fucking sexy.

“Bra off,” I snap, not trusting myself to say anything more.

With her gaze fixed on me, her confidence growing as she watches me fall apart just looking at her, she reaches back to unclip her bra. Once it’s open, she wraps her arms around her chest, so the fabric can’t fall away. She pauses like that for a moment.

Chloe squeezes her eyes shut, and I watch as she slowly takes some big deep breaths. I don’t miss the way her hands that are holding her bra in place tremble.

“Are you okay?” I ask, worried I may have pushed her too far, too fast.

Silence fills the room as she doesn’t respond. Then, when she seems to have gotten full control over her breathing, she reaches for the bra strap on her left shoulder. Her hand still has a slight tremble, but nothing like before.

She lowers the strap, pulling her arm out, and repeats the motion with the other arm. The only thing holding her bra in place is the arm across her chest. It’s pressed so tightly against her that her tits are squashed, looking like they’re trying to burst out of the bra cups.

Even though her response is a little shaky, her eyes are fixed on mine and she doesn’t look away. “I’m okay.”

She then drops her arm, catching the bra with her other hand. The fabric falls away from her body, exposing her fucking amazing tits, and she throws the bra in the direction of all her clothes.

I want nothing more than to look at her tits, but I know it’s taking a lot for her to maintain eye contact with me right now, and I want her to know how much it means to me that she trusts me with this.

She’s putting herself in an incredibly vulnerable position, being naked and exposed while I’m clothed and assessing her. I couldn’t be fucking prouder, and I let her see that as a genuine smile replaces my usual smirk.

The moment she sees how real my smile is, and that it’s all for her, sherelaxes completely, her face lighting up and making her look even more beautiful than she did before. If only she knew, this is the smile I reserve just for her.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl look this fucking gorgeous before, and it’s taking every ounce of self-restraint not to walk over to her and devour her the way I have so many times in my dreams.

I can’t do that yet, I have to make this about her, but that doesn’t stop me from looking. Once I know she’s okay with what’s happening, I allow my gaze to drop from her face.

Moving slowly, so I can take in as much of her as possible, I drag my gaze over every inch of her fucking incredible body. Even though her eyes are fixed firmly on me, showing the confidence she’s trying to portray, the rest of her face gives her away.

The red glow of her cheeks is a dead giveaway that she’s a little embarrassed, but as the flush travels down her neck and across her chest, it gives her a glow.

Her lower lip is pulled between her teeth, plump from where she’s been nibbling at it as a nervous gesture. It’s made her lips appear pinker and fuller, and I can’t stop imagining what they’d look like wrapped around my cock.

I quickly move my stare from her lips, as I’m really not trying to give myself a hospital-inducing case of blue balls. I follow the direction of her flushed skin, down her neck and across the subtle curve of her collarbone.

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