Page 113 of His to Possess

“Look at the men, Lilah. Look at them watch me fuck you.”

She moans at that, her head turning to the side, the sound going straight to my cock. I love that she loves this. Love that my sweet girl has such a dirty side.

“They all want you,” I growl, pushing her legs back to her chest, practically bending her in half as I fuck into her. “But they can’t have you, can they? No one can.”

“No one,” she promises. “Only you.”

“We’re so perfect like this together,” I pant as I move harder, deeper. “Tell me you feel it, too.”

“I feel it, sir. Perfect.” She lets out a long keening moan, her body telling me she’s getting closer, and the men around us mutter and swear, clearly turned on by the sweet, erotic sound.

“I never knew it could be like this,” I hear her whisper, almost to herself, the wonder evident in her voice.

My chest tightens because I didn’t know, either. Now that I finally have her, it feels like I’ve been waiting for her my entire life, without even knowing it. My sweet girl, my Lilah. A person who would love every part of me, even the dark, filthy desires hiding in my heart. A person who would support me and care for me. Trust me. A real, true family for the first time in so many years.

Her hands tighten on the headboard as the tremors deep inside her start to pulse around my cock. As her fingers clench over her head the light catches on the ring I put there. Possessiveness swells inside me, only heightened when I hear the men getting louder, noting my woman’s beauty when she comes.

A soul-searing sense of possession sends me over the edge, my cock jerking inside her as I come, as my body tries its hardest to meld the two of us together. It will never be enough. I’ll never be close enough. Never satisfied, not when it comes to her. I’ll always want more.

But as she melts into my chest, as the applause of our audience fills the room, I feel content, even if full satisfaction remains elusive. Because I know I have years and years, an entire future together, to try and get my fill. I grin against her neck, my cock already twitching at the thought.

It might never be enough, but we sure as hell are going to have fun trying. For as long as we live—together.

The End