Female Possession Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Not wanting her like crazy, when I inserted my finger into her pussy, I could sense how wet she was and it was a delight, I just wanted to possess her once and feel the warmth of her body. But I am a man d epalabra , if she gives herself to me and lets me take her, I will let her go, along with her friend Renata, who now must be happy with her family, not even if she was in captivity on the contrary I enjoy like crazy in my bed more than once. I could even play that I didn’t even want to leave, but she was just an end to my plans, so I went back to reality and started kissing Fiorella’s neck.

She gasped in surprise and looked up only to meet his seething eyes. "Give him what's mine and I'll rip him apart," he growled out in warning. Serena bit down on her lip, feeling turned on by his possessiveness. Her husband's possessive streak was miles wide and she didn't mind it. Her breath seized in her throat when he suddenly pushed in his finger inside her wet hole. "This pie belongs to me," he claimed possessively, shoving his finger deep inside her. Her body tightened around him.

Halloway The phantom sensation of Soren's fingers around my throat hadn't left me for three days. It was a cold, pulsing memory that made my skin itch and my pussy throb with a dull, constant ache. I could still feel the phantom weight of his seed leaking out of me, a mark of ownership that I had tried to scrub away but only ended up craving more. I was a respectable woman-a woman with glasses and a career-but at night, I was a creature of pure, unadulterated filth.

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.

Dean threatened. "Do you know how I felt when I saw you touching her body like it's your right? When she touched your body I felt like strangling you at that moment and I am glad you haven't broken her hymen yet because that will be my job and not yours. It's a pity you want to make her immortal like you, I can do that for her in a snap of my finger Dean. I owned her. She rightfully belongs to me. She is my property. MY PROPERTY."

He looked down at me, his eyes dark and intense before burrowing his face in my neck and inhaling my scent, blowing his breath over my skin to make sure I have his scent on my skin, effectively claiming what he believes is his. “You’re my mate Kara, you can’t be dancing with other men.” he growled lowly. “Can the possessive bullshit Silas. I am not your property, I am free to dance with who I please. It’s a harmless dance. I will not tolerate any possessive behaviour. We are not fully mated and I still can't bring myself to trust you. Don’t make it worse by acting like you own and control me.” I growled back at him firmly.

And yesterday when she confessed her love, the only thing I know was that she is the only thing I ever wanted. I never knew what passion was, what it felt like to be owned by someone or own someone, before her. I own her, like she owns me. And right now, I want to wake her up with a wonderful morning. I pecked on the tip of her nose and slowly, removed comfortor from her body revealing my possession on her body. She shall never forget who she belongs to. Blood rushed to my cock as her delicate body came into my view. The same body which has me forget everything else but her.

“You’ve been denying me this pussy, Hailey, but it’s mine now. I’ll fuck you as fast or slow as I want. Do you hear me?” “Yes,” I whisper. “You clamp around my cock every time I remind your pussy who it belongs to.” He keeps thrusting, keeps imprinting the feel of him into my very soul. “You like it when I get possessive.” I want to deny it. This feels like a different kind of dangerous. But I can’t deny the truth. “I like feeling owned by you.” Paxton’s expression changes, something flickering in those dark eyes that I can’t put a name to. “I should finish inside you, should send you back to Dimitri all filled up with my come.”

CHAPTER 22: POSSESSED BY FIRE SELENE’S POV I groan, helpless against the avalanche of sensation crashing over me as he continues his merciless teasing. His other hand rises with deliberate slowness, sliding up the curve of my side until his palm captures my other breast. He squeezes, firm and commanding, forcing me to arch further against him. The pressure wrings a broken gasp from my throat, my body betraying me, bowing into his grasp like it belongs there.

Isabella’s moans filled the gym, growing louder and more broken. “You’re mine now,” I growled, the possessiveness finally breaking free. “This pussy belongs to me.” “Yes,” she cried out. “It’s yours. All yours. Fuck me like you own me.” The intensity built between us, slow and overwhelming. I kept fucking her with deep, possessive thrusts until I couldn’t hold back anymore. “I’m going to cum,” I groaned, my pace faltering. “Cum inside me,” she moaned, pushing back. “Fill your stepmother up.”