Page 34 of Gio's Possession
His dominance sends a tingling sensation through me, and I feel myself getting wet.
He pulls me upstairs to a guest room. While our room is getting cleaned up and repaired, we will have to use one of the many other empty rooms.
I’m nervous but excited. I want Gio to unleash his desire on me and show me just how filthy he can be.
Gio
Everly has given me permission to do whatever I want, and even if she hadn’t, I was planning on giving her a few days to recover, then making sure she understood where things stood between us. Nothing stands between us, including her.
“Give me five minutes.” With that, I leave her to prepare. I already had a plan, but this will just move up the timeline. I grab what I need and return to the room. Not wanting to alert Everly to what I’m doing beforehand, I conceal everything I need in a dark bag. She’s not allowed to change her mind. If she sees the items I have, she will probably regret giving me free rein. Not that it matters because I already know what I want, and I’m going to take it. There is no stopping me now.
Walking into the room where Everly waits for me, I sit the bag down and walk up to her, placing my hands on her hips, nibbling at her lip before running my tongue along her mouth and thrusting it inside. I take what belongs to me. All of her kisses for the rest of her life are mine and mine alone.
There is a connection, a buzz in the room, and a magnetic pull pushing us together. My broad shoulders rub against her smaller ones, pinning her against the bedroom wall. A tremble of need runs through me as my dick jerks. I’m as hard as steel already. Ready to plunge my aching dick into her warm, wet pussy.
Kissing her like my life depends on it, possessiveness slithers over me. My deep, gravelly voice comes out in a sneer.
“You thought you could get away from me, Everly. I will never let you go.”
Running my tongue down her neck, kissing, and sucking, I’m gripping her hard enough to leave bruises. I suck her neck, leaving a mark. Everyone needs to know who she belongs to.
Her scent encircles me. Sweet cherry blossoms. She always smells like the sweetest flowers. Clean, fresh, sweet. I can smell her innocence wafting off of her skin. I grab the top of her shirt and rip it in half. The sound of the cloth ripping sends jolts of pleasure to my throbbing cock.
She lets out a small yelp. I lick on a nipple and run my tongue around it, then switch to the other. Sucking. Her breath is coming out heavier, and I can hear her heart beating in her chest. She’s my everything. I want to crawl inside her skin until there is no separation between us.
Falling down on my knees and still grasping at her hips, I jerk her pants down. She lifts her foot one at a time, helping me remove them.
She’s wearing the most beautiful, silky teal panties. It’s the perfect color against her soft, creamy skin. Not nearly as perfect as her, but pretty nonetheless.
Placing my face between her legs, I breathe in her scent. “Angel, I can smell how much you want me, baby.”
I reach and rip the panties from her body. I can feel her holding her breath as I stare at her pussy. “If I rub this beautiful cunt, are you going to be wet for me?”
My little minx doesn’t answer but has a devious little smile on her face. She wants to tease me. I will teach her what happens when she teases a man like me.
I run my finger through her wet slit. She’s dripping.
Bringing my lips to her opening, I devour her with my tongue. Licking the sweet nectar that’s coming from her tight hole. I suck on her clit and push on it with my tongue. Sticking my tongue as deep inside of her as I can reach in our current position, I fuck her with it.
Her legs are trembling, and if I weren’t holding her up, she would collapse to the floor. It’s not nearly enough. I don’t dare allow her to come yet.
“Get on the bed.”
My stern voice leaves no room to question me. Allowing her to walk the few feet away from me is a challenge. I want to consume her, devour her. The monster inside me is being unleashed, and I don’t want to rein him back in.
My heart races at the thought of owning my wife, possessing her. Marking her, but most of all, filling her womb with my cum. Standing on the side of the bed looking down at her, my cock is standing up, rock hard. She looks at it, and her eyes are dilated. Mesmerized. Pre-cum leaks from the tip just from her looking at it.
Everly is lying on her back in the middle of the bed. I reach down and get my rope. I made sure I purchased some that would be gentle on her skin. It’s got a silky feeling, but it’s tough enough to keep her restrained.
I reach for her arm, securing one wrist to the headboard, then the other. Her body is twisting and moving like she can’t stay still. She’s turned on by being tied up. Good to know.
“Did you think I would allow you to walk away from me, Angel?”
I reach down and graze the head of my dick with my hand, trying to soothe it. It’s painfully hard, and I crave plunging into her wet heat. I groan at my own touch, just thinking of her mouth around my cock. Remembering the way she sucked on it in the shower when she gave me a blowjob has me aching for her tongue. Instead, I revel in the need I see shining from her eyes, aimed at my dick. Her heated stare is sending an electric current straight through me like it has a hot wire to my dick. More pre-cum leaks, and if I’m not careful, I will come before we even get started.
I trail my hands over her body, from her beautiful, perky breast, down her stomach and around her belly button. Running my rough fingers over her soft skin contrasts perfectly with mine. I’m dark, she’s light. I’m rough, she’s soft.
Climbing on top of her, I devour her mouth with my tongue. Plunging in and taking possession of her mouth. I reach down and put my finger inside of her, fucking her with it. She arches her back as her hips try to rise and find my cock.
