Possesive Sex Novels & Stories

I felt his hands on my thighs, as he suddenly kissed me, making me surprise. I’m I a sex slave now? And before I could process what was going to happen next, I suddenly felt his hands on my boobs, making me moan in pleasure. Was that my voice, I sounded like I was being possessed. He kissed my neck and I was surprised to find myself itching near him. What was happening to me? I’ve never responded in such a way to anyone’s touch.

I inquire feigning ignorance and stopping whatever movement my fingers were making. "Please, I want you. I want you now". She said almost in a commanding way, and saying my d**k came to life is a literal statement. It literally poked my boxers visibly. Is she begging or demanding?. F**k it, that commanding tone is even way hotter. That though made junior me get harder. "Damn, you'll be the death of me... Don't worry, you'll get what you want... In due time". I responded, well more like whispered in her ears and the glare I got in return only made me smile.

There's room for both of us. Paige climbs in. I climb in beside her. "This is ours," she whispers. "This is ours," I say. She falls asleep. Her hand in mine. I stay awake a little longer. Watching the city. Watching her. This is ours. I never thought I'd have this. But now that I do, I'm never letting go.

“I hope you understand that for the next year, you’re mine as far as our contract is concerned. So any romantic affiliations with anyone else within this period are strictly prohibited.” Gabriella swallowed hard. “Yes sir,” she replied, dropping her head as she felt her stomach tighten painfully. Honestly, she didn’t have any potential romantic partners in her life; she had only moved to New York a few months ago, and Khloe was basically the only person she knew. Still, Gabriella didn’t like the feeling of being Alexander’s property. She had signed her life away till further notice. “As time goes on, you’ll get to meet my other staff, most of them only come around when I leave the house, exc

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.”

He wanted to ensure that every single inch of Bima’s body bore his current, unyielding claim. "Do you have any idea how much I want to permanently lock you up in a place like this?" Arka whispered into Bima’s ear, his voice husky, low, and thick with desire. "So that no one else can see you smile at another guy. So that no one can hear your voice but me." "You’re... crazy possessive, Arka," Bima moaned, his head falling back against the rack as Arka’s hand slithered down to his shorts, touching the bare skin of his thigh with burning, heavy pressure.

“Fucking you so deep you’ll still be dripping when I’m done. So deep no one else will ever fit inside you again.” Her moan cracked, full of surrender. “It’s yours—my pussy’s yours—” He pulled her hair tight, arching her back, forcing her to feel every brutal thrust. Maximo’s thrusts grew rougher, more desperate—each one a reminder that this wasn’t about punishment anymore. It was about possession. About need. About him losing control inside her. About him owning her with every thrust. About him being unable to control what he felt for her again. She was his. Yes she was. And she would be his forever.

Having her say she belongs to me every time I fuck her somehow matters to me. Her admission has a way of causing inexplicable possessiveness veering into madness takes hold of me, and I always want to feel that way when I’m fucking her, claiming her and owning every part of her. Including her moans and whimpers. “Please…please…I want to cum.” “Not until you say that your cunt is mine.” “Jordan…please let me cum just once, please…” “Just say the magic word and I’ll let you cum all you want.”

“This pussy is mine. This body is mine. You’re fucking mine, Roxette DeLacour. Don’t you ever forget it again or I’ll belt your ass until you can’t sit for a week and fuck you raw every night until you remember.” With a deep, guttural roar he slammed into the root and came like a flood—thick, hot ropes of cum jetting deep inside me, filling me until I felt it leaking out around his cock in creamy rivulets. He kept grinding, pushing every drop as far as it would go, marking me from the inside out like the possessive animal he was. I collapsed boneless onto the bed, sobbing quietly, ass blazing with heat, pussy pulsing and overflowing with his seed, completely wrecked and owned.

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.