Possesive Sex Novels & Stories

"Our pack members are uncomfortable." "Nonsense we are werewolf, they understand." He said while making his hands travel from my legs to my core. I hit his hand but he just growled at me. "Don't do that. My wolf is itching to touch you more and more. We are becoming more and more possessive and aggressive at the same time." "But I'm yours and I'm not going away." "You can say that but we feel different. Stallion feels different. We lost our mate once; we don't want to happen that again."

My heart wants him to hold me tighter cause am all his, his possession, all of me. I remember his confession and our wild last night together, I remember how he devoured my lips with his, and how his every kisses were more passionate than the last, more eloquent than any word could be, how his kisses were intense and rough... I love when he becomes rough with me, I loved how he brought me back to his room and to his bed, how he tore my damn clothes off, and how I let him have his way, how his juicy big dick penetrated inside and drowned me in that possessive love of his.

Mason created an image of himself inside the hot walls of his partner. “I will take her day and night until she produces a considerable number of pups for me. My days of daydreaming for a glorious mate are nil. Whenever she needs to be punished, I’ll make her lips sing on my cock for pleasure.” Maddox grinned, at least somewhat content that he had finally found his mate after years of searching.

He brought me right to the peak, holding me there on the edge of oblivion, until I was sobbing, begging. Then he was inside me, a single, deep, powerful thrust that filled me completely. He held still for a moment, letting me feel every inch of him, before he began to move. It wasn’t the angry, punishing fucking from before. This was a slow, deep, possessive claiming. It was the sex I had been dreaming of my entire life. He owned me, and my body sang with the truth of it. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my nails digging into his back.

Utterly. "It's yours," I breathed, my voice a ragged, submissive whisper. "It's always been yours, Daniel." A guttural groan rumbled in his chest, a sound of primal victory. He began to move again, his thrusts harder, deeper, more punishing. Each one was a brand, a claim, marking me as his. This wasn't just sex anymore. It was a possession. A conquest. He was fucking me on his wife's side of the bed, in their perfectly curated sanctuary, and the sheer, unadulterated taboo of it was the most intoxicating thing I had ever experienced.

“Not too long ago, you were saying you don’t mind sharing.” “I don’t.” Rowan wasn’t passive. His body was all coiled strength waiting to spring into motion, but he allowed me to tilt his head back so I could meet his gaze. The possessive look there burned me. He tightened his grip on my hips and jerked me closer, pinning our hips together. “Sharing means you’re mine, Estelle. It means that pussy belongs to me, and if you want a threesome or an orgy or whatever the fuck you can dream up, that’s something I’m giving to you.”

Was that one heightsy line the only damage? “This sexy body is yours, remember? Branded and everything, see. So, touch me, if it pleases you.” He tried for nonchalant, but his fists were clenched tight. I clasped his hands between mine, mbuttaging their backs, until his fingers relaxed. “That’s how a possessive penis works. Am I a possessive penis?” Jeremy giggled, although the way that he thrust his penis go to me like he was merely dancing again was all naughty cherub. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to possess this sweetness.”

“It’s good to know I have no competitor because I hate sharing what belongs to me. Rightfully” I know how possessive I sound now, but I can’t care less. My mate just informed me I’m all alone in the race to win her heart, body, and soul. I lick my lips, my vision getting filled with an intense cloud of lust that rakes my entire body. Fuck! ‘I guess…’ Oh, baby sugar. You’re mine to own, dominate, and feast on to my utmost pleasure. The innate desire for this daring woman has a thrilling shiver race down to my groin and I press my thighs together, loving every feel of it.

He wasn’t drunk yet today, but the alcohol was surely making itself known. “Wow, I knew you were kinky, but…damn!” I smirked, teasing him a bit just to see him fumble. “This is a whole new level.” But instead of his usual shy, stuttering demeanor, he looked up into my eyes, holding my gaze as he spoke next. “It’s not kinky, it’s called being possessive.” He said fearlessly. “I don’t want to share your laughter, you happiness with anyone else. If they see it, they will want to be with you…and I don’t want that to happen.”

My ragged breathing filled the air as I waited for him to talk, my chest heaving and falling rapidly, my nipples hard and aching underneath my bra. “I am quite possessive and obsessive with what I have consumed.” He said. “This means that if I fuck you right now, you’ll always be mine. No other male can penetrate this pussy.” Possessive? Obsessive? When it came to Bradley, that was exactly what I wanted. To be owned by him, and him alone. “If you agree to this now, then it’s sealed.” “Agreed.” I whispered back without thinking, leaning in to kiss him with so much urgency. “Now, fuck me already Bradley. Devour my pussy the way no other male can.”