Possession

It's a hot, sultry night. The mosquitoes are biting and we're forced to head inside. You crash on the couch. I crash with you. You're wearing nothing but a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top. That's all. You pull he the clip out of her hair and let it fall down your face and neck. Yet, it's too moist. It clings to your skin. You smile, clearly not annoyed. You raise your leg and put it in my lap. You know I'm hard. You know I'm always hard around you. And yet, you continue to tease me. You've been doing that for years now. I'm to my limit. You know that.

I rub my hand across your ankle and then up, feeling the bites that mar your otherwise perfectly smooth skin. You tremble under my touch. Your squirm. You look at the clock above the mantel. You know the time, but no one's coming tonight. We're alone and will be till morning. You're thinking you should have spent the night at a friend's house instead. It's too late to change your mind now.

You inhale as my hand reaches your thigh, then the him of your shorts. You know what's coming. You know what I want, what I've long wanted. You've denied my for the last time. I'm going to make you mine tonight. You're past trembling now as I slide my fingers between, feeling the tightness of the shorts and the softness of your skin.

You didn't even bother wearing panties. I know now that you've wanted this too. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so flagrant with what I desire.

"Please." You tell me.

"Please what?" I say as I remove my hand and grab your hips, pulling you closer to me. I slip my fingers against your taut stomach and unbutton your shorts. I slowly unzip you. You don't fight me, which tells me again that you want this. You want me to make you mine. Your flesh is now revealed to my hungry eyes. Your thick mound of pubic hair is there, wet and potent with your scent. You're in heat. You need to be satisfied with the most carnal and the most forbidden of acts.

You don't fight me as I pull your shorts down. You even raise your hips to make it easier. Your eyes never leave me as I part your legs and take in your beautiful sex. Your labia is wet. Your pink flesh is lush with need girl. Your clit is ripe for devouring. Your pubes are wet and getting wetter. God, you smell good!

I can't resist anymore. I lower my face to you and begin running my tongue over your clit and your lips, savoring your taste. You're as good as I imagined you being. I eat you. I really eat you now and your moans and your squirming only drive my need farther. I have to have you tonight. I will have you.

Impatience gets the better of me. I want to eat more, but I want to fuck you, badly. I can't wait another second. I withdraw and remove my t-shirt. You watch my ever movement. I see your eyes, taking in my body. You've seen me before, countless times. But you haven't seen all of me. You've imagined it though. Your eyes tell me you have.

I slowly remove my shorts for you. Like you, I've been freeballing it today. I know you've seen the outline of my cock through the thinness of the cotton. You've seen how large I am, even before you got me all hot and bothered. Now you're seeing it for real, as it stiffens and points right at you.

For a second or two I'm tempted to put it in your mouth. I know you've wanted to swallow for a long time. I know because I've heard you talking in your sleep, crying out softly, crying out my name, begging me to put it in your mouth. That's right, you naughty girl. Your dreams have betrayed you. They've revealed your inner demons to me and now I'm going to make them all come true.

"But I'm going to fuck you." I tell you and see the disappointment in your eyes.

You want desperately to taste me, to swallow my cum. You will, but not before I've driven it inside your pretty little pussy. When I put it in your mouth girl...you're going to taste yourself too. That is what I tell you seconds before I press the head of my cock against your opening.

You speak of condoms and worry over rather I'm too large for you or not. Doesn't matter. You're going to be me mine now. This is all about possession. I'm going to possess you and you're going to want it. You'll even have my babies. You'll want to have them too. I can already see that you're realizing this now. I can see it in your eyes. I can see it on your face. I can see it by the way you're parting your legs for me. You know you want this. You know no other man will be able to satisfy you, certainly enough to have his baby. No, it's only me from now on.

I shove my cock inside you. You cry out from the pain of the intrusion. Yet, you beg for me to fuck you now. You cry out for me to. I oblige and begin thrusting, driving my cock deeper and deeper inside you. I go slow at first, and then just as you've grown accustomed to it, I begin fucking you hard. I fuck you till I scream myself, seconds before I shoot my load into your little pussy. I keep it inside you, releasing more of my cum, of my seed.

You're mine now. I see that you accept that fact. I pull out. You know I'm not done with you. Not yet anyway. I straddle you and stick my soiled cock at your mouth. You take hold of my thighs as you willingly suck and lick it, right before swallowing it whole. I grab you by the head, feeling your soft, brown hair with my fingers, and push your face against my crotch. I want you to smell me, to know my scent. I want you to relish in it, for you're going to be swallowing my cock from here on out. There's no backing out now. You swallow till you start gagging, and once I spew my cum you really gag. With tears in your eyes, you look up at me and beg me for more. I'm nearly spent but I do as you want,but not as you expect.

I push you over onto your stomach. I realize I hadn't even removed your shirt. Oh, well, it's too late now. I spit onto your ass and rub it into your anus. You're really squirming now. You're probably regretting what you pleaded for. This is going to hurt.

"Ok, my dear. I'm going to show you some real fucking."

"Please...do it slow." You beg of me.

"I aim to please." I tell you and shove my cock into your tight hole. And then I begin to fuck you... hard. It hurts like hell but your cries become cries of pleasure and you begin to beg me to not stop. I do though, right before I cum. I pull out and shove it once more into your pussy. "You're sister is going to be so delighted that we're going to finally have that baby she's wanted." I tell you. "The caveat is that by doing so, you're now mine as well." I tell you as I explode one last time inside you. "You and you sister are mine forever."

You nod. You say that you're mine. You say it again as we lay together on the couch. We lie here waiting for your sister to come home. Then the fun will really begin. I can't help but drift, now that you're body feels so good against me. It's good and warm, and wet with sweat and desire. I have to admit, you're sister was smart when she invited you to live with us. Yes, her plan worked out perfectly. She'll be really pleased, girl. To think, I'd never suspected your sister of being such a wicked girl before I married her. It's a pleasant thought as I surrender to sleep's embrace.