Possesive Sex Novels & Stories

Possessive. “You wore this for me?” he asks, voice low and rough. He steps closer, backing me against the wall before I can answer. One large hand grips my waist possessively while the other slides up to cup my breast through the thin fabric, thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. “Parading around my club like a little fucktoy, showing off what belongs to me tonight?” The words send a rush of heat straight between my legs. This version of him is more dominating, more possessive. It should scare me. Instead, it makes me wetter.

he replied to me while holding my hand tightly. I smiled. Rupert was extra careful, caring, and a bit possessive tonight. He barely disappeared beside me all night. I was not sure if being possessive was also part of sexual relationships like what we had. But to be honest, it feels good when you have someone who is being greedy of you. For others, possessiveness was irritating... I used to say that... But it's different when you're in a situation and you're already experiencing it. Don't get me wrong. I was talking about that kind of possessiveness that he wanted you to enjoy every moment with him only— not that kind of possessiveness that he's treating you like a mere 'possession'. Those tw

“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.”

An exceptionally attractive hot person is kissing her and she concedes, he is a decent smoocher and his lips are so delicate. Her visual perception is loaded with want and desire, and it needs her and she needs him as well. He kisses her and feels her kiss him back full of passion and power. He doesn't mind where they are currently the same length as he is. She has a very calming feeling when he is with her. He heard her contact him personally, however he wouldn't care Her psyche was so centered around Abraham who is pleasing her and encouraging her. They had been kissing for a while and she realized he had wrapped his arms around her neck, while she pressed against his chest.

“Go ahead, do it.” She hardened her gaze as she stared at him, trying to ignore the longing feeling that called within her, her wolf, it was trying to reach for its mate. She wondered if he could feel it too, if he could feel his wolf calling out to hers. But she could not read him at all. His gaze was hardened. “How?” He breathed, his voice cracking ever so lightly. “How is that possible? How can you be an Omega? How am I mates to an Omega”

We both smiled when I said that to him. The smile on his face is very obvious and he hugged me tightly. "I don't want anyone to talk to you that close. I'm so jealous." He said while the smile was not removed from his lips. Well, compared before, his smile reached his ears. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, you're possessive, Mr. Gomez." His mood changed when I suddenly called him the wrong way. "I'm just fencing off what I own." He answered me. "Yes, Sir Henry." I laughed at his frown because he really didn’t want me to call him sir.

I swallowed, “In a way.” “Why?” “We already have so much happening here,” I responded, being truthful about my reason for the first time, “I don’t want to put Lisa in danger’s way. The first rule of war is to grab the Luna. I can’t let anything happen to Lisa.” “You have got it all wrong,” he chuckled dryly, “The Luna makes the pack stronger, she brings power to the pack. Luna’s are connected to the energy of the moon, and once she and the Alpha are together, the pack only grows stronger.”

I growled, "-Who else could it be, Rosalie-my-dirty-girl?” I groaned, "Fuck Rosalie..." My eyes rolled back as I released, my scorching seed filling her gaping hole, this obsessive need of hers unintentionally unlocking my masculinity. "My God, love..." My chest heaved as my spend pulsed from my shaft, the sheer feeling of it setting my body alight. Elation and possessiveness coursed through me. "You're mine, Rosalie-so fucking mine-”

A vow more binding than any ceremony. Ronan smiled against my wet skin, a low, possessive sound rattling in his throat. "Mine alone. No one else touches this. No one else fucks this. No one else owns you but me." His hands slid up to my shoulders, pinning me down as he slammed into me, his cock pistoning in and out of my dripping hole with brutal precision. The possessiveness in his voice made my heart soar even as my body burned with pleasure. "You're mine, Zane. Say it."

Giselle sweetly said like an inlove woman with her husband. " He really takes care of me. He never let me do things on my own. He didn't let me work, He said that he wants me to be his side. How sweet, right? I know it sounds like he is a possessive or obsessive husband but he is not. He still gives me freedom to have a choice and make my own decision in things. Right Bunny bear?" Lorenzo immediately coughs when he hears the endearment of Giselle to Xander. He immediately covers his mouth to prevent himself from laughing. Lorenzo glance to Perol and same to his situation Perol is preventing himself to burst in laughing.