Page 29 of Possession

“I see that.”

“Get on.”

“Get on?” I parrot back his unromantic suggestion.

“Do you want this or not?”

“Not if you’re going to act like a bitch about it.”

Suddenly, his left hand wraps around my throat, and his thumb gently rests on the notch at the base of my throat. Then his right one slides between my legs, where he inserts two fingers inside my pussy and rests his thumb at the top of my clit.

A strange moan hovers in the air.

I think it came from me.

When he presses down on the notch of my neck with one thumb simultaneously with the other one on my clit, I almost cry. “Hunter!”

His face is still hard.

“Are you ready to do what you’re told?”

“Yes,” I mew.

He removes the hand from my pussy but keeps the other around my throat, guiding me closer to his lap. I rest my upper arms on his shoulders, cradling the back of his head in my hands as I begin the slow, delicious descent down his dick.

I’m warm and wet, but it’s still a tight fit as I ride Hunter with sensual precision. I close my eyes, relishing every stroke I take from him as I rock my hips back and forth, up and down.

When I feel more pressure at the base of my throat, my eyes pop open to meet his steely grey ones.

“Do you love me, Megan?”

“Of course.”

“Only me.”

“Only you.”

My hips grind down on him faster.

“This is my pussy,” he growls.

“Yes!” I say, getting closer to my next orgasm.

“And I don’t fucking share.”

God, yes!

This is what I’ve been craving for so long from him. This is exactly what we needed. Things might have been off for us for a while, even before I was kidnapped, but when we’re together like this–that’s when I know that everything is right.

“Hunter!” I yell as every muscle in my body, especially my core, contracts and sends blood rushing to my head in the most perfect orgasmic tsunami.

I think I hear him grunt a release, too, but it’s hard to tell with this ringing in my ears. I know for sure as I feel him release himself in small pulses inside me.

My heart is finally calming to a normal rate as he holds me in his arms, petting my hair. I mirror the act and start playing in his too.

“I forgive you, Megan,” he says in a soft voice.

Huh?

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