Page 39 of Sweet Possession

“Asher, I need you,” she whines.

“You have me.” I plunge two fingers inside her hot, wet cunt. Her back arches as she moans and grinds against my hand, seeking her pleasure.

“Look at you. So sexy, fucking yourself with my fingers.” I pump them in and out of her a couple more times before abruptly pulling them out.

Her eyes snap open. “W-what are you doing?”

Gripping the waist band of her panties, I pull them down her legs, revealing the most perfect pussy I have ever seen. Her skirt is wrapped around her waist, knee-length socks askew. She has never looked so beautiful. “I want you to come on my cock, not my fingers.” I throw her panties to the floor, then remove her shoes, followed by her socks. Finding the button and zipper on the skirt, I shimmy it down her body as she removes her shirt and bra.

Pushing off the bed, I stand and watch her for a long beat. She squirms under my attention. I smirk. Slowly, I unbutton my shirt and throw it to the floor, followed by shoes, socks, and slacks.

My eyes drop to my angel’s chest. It heaves, making her spectacular tits bounce. I lick my lips. Jesus, I want to devour her. My gaze moves to her face, and her eyes are hooded, filled with lust. I groan. “Angel?”

“Asher?” she breathes.

“You are so fucking beautiful like this, desperate for my cock.” Her response is a moan. My eyes rake down her body to her glistening pink pussy. Everything snaps inside me. I climb back on the bed, back between her thighs where I belong. Lining my dick up to her entrance, I waste no time and thrust into her.

Remi cries out as she takes all of me inside her tight, little cunt. When I’m seated to the hilt, I give her a few seconds to adjust to my size. Leaning down, I take her mouth, swallowing her little moans. “You are beautiful,” I rasp, then start moving. I thrust into her almost punishingly, giving her all of me. Everything I am. She takes it. Of course she does because she’s mine. She was made for me.

“Oh, my God,” she moans beneath me when I hit that little spot inside her that makes her see stars.

“I only want my name out of your mouth when you’re like this,” I growl possessively.

Reaching down, I circle her clit. I know she likes it. I’m proven right when, seconds later, her pussy flutters around my length and then clamps down as she comes, screaming my name. “Asher.” She thrashes, her eyes closing as she drowns in her pleasure.

Pulling out of her, I flip her over. “Get on your knees, baby. Ass up in the air.” She moves slowly, her movements almost slow motion as she comes down from her high. My angel pushes up on her elbows and then my patience finally snaps, and I thrust into her from behind. Remi moans. This position allows me to get deeper. So deep, I want to bury myself inside her and never leave. I want her birth control to fail. My seed to take root. I want her pregnant. Her belly swollen with my child. The thought makes me impossibly hard. Jesus. If she was inside my head right now, I have no doubt she would be running scared. She’s too young for that. It still doesn’t stop me from wanting it.

Gripping her hips, I pound into her. The thought of breeding her has taken over my mind, and it’s all I want. “Asher,” she cries as I speed up. I know she’s going to come again. I snake my hand underneath her, finding that swollen bundle of nerves and pressing down. Her cunt convulses around me as she comes again, clamping down so hard, I have no choice but to follow after her. I still as my body tenses. My cock jerks as I find my release and fill her cunt with my cum. Remi slumps forward but I don’t let go. Don’t pull out until she has every last bit of me.

When I’m happy that she has every last drop of my seed, I pull out of her, only to frown when I see it leak out of her. Can’t have that. Scooping it up, I push my cum-coated fingers into her pussy. My angel jerks, looking at me over her shoulder. “What are you doing?” she asks, her voice hoarse, sleepy.

I glance at her. “Putting my cum back inside of you. Where it belongs.”

Remi chuckles. “Ash, you’re crazy. Why would you do that?”

Her pussy clenches down on my finger. She may not understand it, but it turns her on that I’m doing this. “Because every last drop of me belongs to you,” I say honestly. “And anyway, you like it. I can feel your pussy grabbing my fingers.” My angel blushes. For all she has been through, all she has done—like stripping—she is still so innocent in so many ways. I love this side of her. She pulls away, making my finger fall out of her pussy and effectively ending my playing. Rolling onto her back she looks up at me and yawns. Dropping down beside her, I pull her into my side. “Are you tired, angel? Did I wear you out?”

“Yes,” she murmurs sleepily.

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her hair. “You haven’t eaten. Why don’t you get showered, and I’ll go make us some dinner?”

“Mmm,” she hums, snuggling deeper into the mattress. I sigh, holding her close as I watch her eyes flutter closed and her breathing even out. She looks so angelic in sleep, like a real angel. My chest tightens.

She is everything.

And I will do anything to keep her.

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A couple of weeks later, Remi is ready to take her practical driving test. Her car was delivered the day after we went to the dealership and any spare time we have, I take her driving. Pulling into the driveway, she parks and turns off the ignition.

I study her for a long beat as she stares out the windshield. Something seems off with her. Instead of addressing it, I grab her hand. “You’re ready for your full license, angel.” I pepper kisses over her fingers.

“Do you think so? I felt like I made a couple mistakes today.”

Guess I am bringing it up. “You didn’t. But something is bothering you. I can tell. What’s wrong, angel?”

My chest constricts when she looks at me with her eyes glistening, and I am just about ready to kill whoever put them there. “It’s the anniversary of my father’s death. I just miss him so much,” she whispers.

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