Page 66 of Prized Possession

I can feel my resolve snapping as this fucking gorgeous girl makes me forget all my own rules. Seeing her wet and waiting for me, it’s like my own personal brand of kryptonite. She’s my weakness, and at this moment, I don’t even fucking care.

I take a step forward, fully intending to take her for myself, when a buzzing in my jeans pocket pulls me out of the moment. I scowl, wondering who the hell I’m going to have to kill for interrupting me.

I hold a finger up to Chloe, indicating I need for her to give me a moment, as I pull the phone from my pocket. I let out a string of curse words when I see it’s a text from Miles.

MILES

We have to leave in five minutes. You’re already late. Whatever you’re doing, stop. I will come up and drag both your arses down if you’re not in the car in five minutes. And before you threaten me, these are the orders you gave me. It’s my job to make sure you both get to lunch, no matter how much neither of you want to go.

Another string of expletives leave my mouth as I consider, for just a moment, if I could manage without Miles if I kill him. When I’ve determined he’s too valuable to me, so I can’t murder him, I vow to come up with a way to give him a case of blue balls to rival my own.

Miles rarely dates, or fucks around, so it will be hard, but when the time comes, I vow to cock block him just as badly as he’s just done to me.

There’s a very small part of my brain saying this is probably a good thing. I was about to go too far, throwing all of my rules out of the window, but more importantly, I forgot that I’m supposed to be doing this to help Chloe, not just because my dick is so painfully hard it might genuinely fall off soon.

“Everything okay?” Chloe asks, her gaze scanning my face, assessing me. I smile when I see she’s still in the same position, exposed and wet for me.

“Yeah, everything is fine. It was just Miles, threatening to come and get us if we don’t go down to the car soon,” I explain.

Chloe looks torn between standing up and going to the car, and staying where she is to follow my rules. Thankfully, her submissive side wins out and she stays still.

“I better put this in quickly so we can go.”

I bring the egg to my mouth once more to make sure it’s still wet enough. Her hands are holding her open wide enough for me to see her entrance, but I kneel down to get a better look.

Once I’m on my knees, I’m so close that I’d only have to lean forward the slightest bit and my tongue would be on her clit. I’d know what she tastes like, but we both know when that happens, a taste will not be enough.

Gently, I use the tip of the egg and slide it through her slit, capturing as much of her juices as I can to help. Her gasp as she feels the egg touching her most sensitive place is like music to my fucking ears, and is part of the reason I press a little firmer when I reach her clit.

Chloe lets out a long, deep groan and I almost come in my boxers. The urge to tease her more is overwhelming, but the last thing I want is for the arsehole I call my best friend to storm in here and find Chloe bent over the sofa.

So, I slowly slide the egg back down, stopping at her hole. I press forwardslightly, hearing Chloe’s sharp intake of breath as I begin pushing the egg into place.

As the largest part of the egg stretches her, Chloe hisses, and I grip her arse cheek, kneading her flesh to distract her. “Take a deep breath, Mio. Almost there.”

“Okay,” she whispers, her voice shaky and gravelly, but she does as I instruct and pulls in a deep breath.

As she breathes in, I gently press the rest of the egg in, watching with fucking amazement as her tight cunt swallows it, closing until only the string is left slightly visible.

“Ohhh,” Chloe moans as the egg gets deeper into her pussy, filling her.

I reach up and capture both of her wrists in my hands, pulling them away, so she can stop holding herself apart. I almost groan in pain when I can no longer see her wet slit spread open for me, but the image is seared into my brain for all eternity, and that will have to do for now.

I give her arse cheeks a squeeze, simply because I’m not ready to stop touching her yet, then I push up from my knees to stand over her. I take a moment to appreciate the view from this angle, wondering what it would look like watching my cock plunge into her while she’s bent like this.

Focus, arsehole. You have to leave now, I remind myself.

After giving her arse one last stroke with the palm of my hand, loving the way she trembles beneath my touch, I lightly trace my hand up over her hip, until I reach the hem of her dress. Begrudgingly, I cover her exposed flesh.

“Stand up,” I instruct, helping to straighten her dress as she does.

Chloe stands in front of me with a strange look on her face, and I can’t quite decipher what it means.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She nods her head, though her brow is furrowed like she’s not completely sure. She shifts around from one foot to the other, and her mouth falls open into an O. “It feels so strange…and full.”

Fuck, I can just imagine how tight she is.

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