Feral and Possessive
Heather
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I know he doesn’t mean it. Now that I know why he’s been so mad at me these last few years, I can start working on getting us back together. Why else would he stock his bathroom with girly stuff? No other woman has been in his room except for me. I saw the Prospect bring bags into his room and I followed him.
“Are these Money’s things?”
He nodded and left. I knew I shouldn’t be here alone, but I was curious. I walked over to a
small gray travel bag. I unzipped it and gasped. It was a property cut. Why did he have one?
I pulled it out and then I smelled it. I didn’t smell any perfume or woman’s scent on it, so he
must have gotten it recently. Holy sh*t, was all that he said a front, to throw me off because
he was finally going to ask me to be his Old Lady? Who else would he get a property cut for? It definitely wouldn’t be for his little PA that was trying to cozy up to him that one weekend he came home. God, she was so obvious. I know he was trying to get back at me for becoming a club wh*re, but I did it for him so we could be together. I looked at the cut again and turned
it over. I saw the name patch Sweet Girl. Well, if that’s what he wants to address me as, I’ll
take it. I was just about to try it on, when I heard someone call out his road name, and then I heard his voice. I didn’t want to spoil his surprise for me, so I folded it back up and put it back in his bag. I zipped the bag and quickly ran out. I went out the back so he wouldn’t see I was
in the ranked hall alone.
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Samantha
I remembered this brother as one of the twins. What was his name?
“Hey, sweetheart, how are you?” he asked, as he snatched me away from Dashawn and
hugged me.
“Get off,” Dashawn barked out, taking me back and wrapping his arm around me.
“So, jealous,” the twin said.
“I swear Mimic, if you lay one more finger on her, I am going to break it.”
Ahha! Mimic as in Dane.
“It’s good to see you too, Dane, I am well.”
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“Oh, lookie here,” someone said behind us. Before we could turn, I was yanked away from Dashawn again, and in a pair of strong arms, hugging me to him. I saw a flash of red, and I laughed.
“Hello, Reese, or should I say Crush?”
Before he could say anything, Dashawn let out an actual growl and snatched me back. I felt like a d*mn rag doll. I was freaking 5’3, and I was getting tossed around.
Once again, I was snatched and this time I was carried away over the shoulder of someone. I squealed as that someone picked up their speed and ran down a hallway.
“Give her back!” Yelled Dashawn.
We burst into a room and the door was slammed and locked.
I was put on my feet and the green eyes of Ice were smiling back at me.
“I just want to apologize for the way I treated you the first time we met. I’m sorry, I’m working through some sh*t.”
BANG! BANG! “Let me in!” Dashawn roared.
“I accept your apology. He’s going to kill you,” I said.
“Naw, he’s my brother and best friend. The most he’ll do is punch me.
BANG! “ICE I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
I raised an eyebrow at him, and he smiled big d*mn he was handsome.
“I see no cut on her brother!” He yelled, and my eyes widened. Oh no!
“She has my cut, it’s in my room. Don’t you dare seduce her!”
“You have so little faith in your woman!”
I giggled and that set off three more bangs on the door.
“I’m going to kick this door in on the count of three!”
Dashawn started counting.
“You’re good for him. I’m glad he’s happy,” Ice said. Then he went over to the door and opened
it just as Dashawn was in a kicking motion.
Dashawn stumbled and fell into the room. He jumped to his feet and rushed me. He picked
me up, and I wrapped myself around him like a koala.
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“You a*shole, she’s claimed!”
“Like I said, I see no cut, and besides, I’m the President, she’d have more fun with me.”
I giggled again, the way Ice was baiting him was hilarious.
A hard smack landed on my a*s and I yelped. Then Dashawn rubbed it and I moaned.
“Hear that, she’s mine,” he growled, and then he was stomping out of the office.
“You keep it up baby, and I will f*ck you in front of everyone to show my claim. Do you want
that?”
“No,” I squeaked out.
“That’s right, because this is all mine and only mine.”
We went into his room and he kicked the door shut. He pushed all the bags off of his bed and laid me down. He tore at my clothes and then his. I was breathless as he spread my legs wide and plunged into me. He slammed into me over and over, growling and groaning, chanting ‘you’re mine‘ again and again. I couldn’t help the cries and moans that came out of me. He was feral and possessive and I f*cking loved it. He pulled out and rolled me over. He grabbed my hips and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He smacked my a*s once, twice, three times and then slammed back into me. He plundered, his hips slapping against my a*s. I lost count of my orgasms. I think I was at number five when he pulled out again. He picked
me up, fell on the bed and impaled me.
“Ride me, baby. I want to watch your t*ts bounce.”
I did as he commanded. He pinched and plucked my n*pples, and I bounced on him and rotated my hips. He brought me down so he could nip and s*ck on my n*pples making me cry with pleasure. I started twerking on his d*ck, and he let out a shout and curse. I slammed down on him harder and harder. He let out a feral sound and wrapped his arms around me. He lifted me a little and then thrusted rapidly up into me. The speed he was using, I could feel
his heavy balls hitting against my a*s.
“F*ck baby, so good, so f*cking good! Mine, all mine,” he shouted.
He rolled us over and pumped into me in long hard strokes. He buried his head in my neck, grunting as he held me close. I screamed, and my body shook as another orgasm slammed into me. I soaked us in my c*m, we were definitely going to have to change these sheets. He pumped three more times before he roared as he emptied himself into me. His body shuddered with his release. I held on to him, he felt so deep inside me, his d*ck jerking with each spurt. His groan was long and loud as he finished.
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He held on to me, kissing my neck and sucking on it. He kissed my cheek and made his way
to my lips, both of us breathless as we kissed each other softly.
“I love you so much,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” I said, as he moved my sweaty hair off my forehead and looked into my eyes.
“You are my life, Samantha. It drives me nuts seeing another man’s hands on you, even if they
are my brothers.”
“You never have to worry with me, Dashawn. You are my man, and I am your woman. There
will never be another.”
He kissed me again, and then rolled off me. He gathered me to him and I laid my head on his
chest. He hissed. I popped up and looked at him. Then I looked at his chest.
“Oh, my God!”
“That’s your present.”
“Dashawn,” I whispered.
“I’m yours Sweet Girl, no one can claim me but you.”
It was the sweetest present I’ve ever gotten.
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