Addicted to His Possessiveness

I am genuinely worried as I can already feel myself falling in love with him.

Damn it, it was supposed to be a one night stand and adios to never see each other again. I don't feel good with the idea of never seeing him again and parting ways from each others lives.

"I love cooking," I told him even though he didn't asked. "But baking is what I love the most. My little brother is almost 3 years old and he's in the moment where he's loving sweets, so I bake it for him. And for my best friend who has a sweet tooth. I don't have a sweet tooth, I simply love baking, however, I am addicted to ice cream and making desserts with it."

I may sound weird, but I want him to know me. I want him to know what I can do. To know what I like to do.

"Chocolate, lemon, strawberry, and passion fruit are my favorite ingredients to work with on desserts and drinks. My aunt has a hobby of making drinks and cocktails and she taught me about everything, so I enjoy making it and I'm pretty good at it. I understand a lot of all types of alcohol and I know how to make more than 100 different drinks from mind. There are some cool drinks that use ice cream, and they are really fun to make. Just as there are alcoholic ice cream flavors too. Oh, I also,"

He pressed his index finger on my lips and made me stop with a joyful smile on, "Wait, let's talk about that, don't add something else. I also cook and bake, though I lean more towards cooking than baking, and I also have a sweet tooth. I learned how to bake with my paternal and maternal grandmothers. Two of my sisters-in-law, who are sisters, taught me many things of Italian cuisine too as they are from Italy."

He can cook and bake? I'm gonna cry.

"My other sister-in-law who is married to my 5th brother taught me Brazilian cuisine as she's from there, and taught me many of their sweets too. So much that Italian and Brazilian became my favorite cuisine, and the ones I enjoy cooking the most. Of course, I've mastered both British, Polish, and Spanish cuisine, as it runs in the family."

What? "Spanish too?"

"My mother's maternal family is from Spain, while her dad is from the UK, and she was born in Madrid too, though she moved to London at 5 years old and stayed there until her family came to Poland for business and she came to attend university here, then met my dad. I was born in London, but all of my siblings were born here in Warsaw. I lived for two years here when I was a child, and then the rest of my life was in the UK. London and Oxford."

"Now I'm back to Warsaw. So, yes, if you count mom's double nationality, I have a tripled one because of her Spanish maternal family and the fact that she was born in Spain, then her British paternal side and the fact that I was born in the UK, and my dad's Polish nationality than I take too. British-Polish-Spanish," he winked charmingly. "Why do you think I have this amazing tanned skin? Took from my mom, who took it from my Spanish grandma. I also learned both three languages since I was a baby. English, Spanish, and Polish."

"At home they only spoke Spanish and Polish with me, as I was going to speak English outside with everyone else. My maternal grandmother who taught me Spanish cuisine after she noticed I was good at the kitchen when I was a kid, only spoke her mother language with me. Dad's family only speaks Polish with me too. Only my maternal grandfather spoke English at home with me," he tilted his head. "I spent more time with my grandparents than with my parents."

"Born in the UK, Spanish mother, Polish father," I gasped, playing with his hair and pushing it back for me to take a clean look at his entire pretty face. "You really have tripled nationality. I have a Polish-British-Irish nationality because my mom is from the UK," she was born here but is from there and has the nationality, "I am born in Poland, my dad was born in Ireland, his maternal family is from there, and he lived here since he was 3 years old. Both grandfathers are Polish, thus our last names are fully Polish."

He played with my hair, "Partially Irish, huh? That explains your ginger hair. You took it from your dad then."

A nod. "Ginger, pearl white skin, green eyes, freckles. All from my dad. Very Irish right?" I chuckled softly. "The difference is that my hair isn't curly, I didn't take that from my dad."

"You have good genes, love, because you are absolutely stunning. You are so pretty it hurts. I wasn't being modest when I told you that yesterday or earlier, love. You really are the prettiest woman I've ever seen. That's why I got shocked when you told me you were a virgin, since I knew instantly that you only remained like that because you chose to, it made me feel lucky to be chosen by you," grabbing my chin possessively, he kissed me hard.

Feeling my body burn and my heartbeat sky-rocket as I felt him getting frighteningly hard again, I didn't think twice before straddling him. Taking his cock with my right hand and pressing him on my slick folds, I opened my pussy lips with my left hands and when the fat head slid inside, he took the control. Holding my ass on a tight grip with his big veiny hands, he held me still as he thrusted everything in me, taking advantage of how I'm still dripping with his previous release, to get to my womb in a second.

"Daddy," I moaned on his lips, "please."

"Hungry for what only I can give you, baby girl?""

"Addicted," I whispered before handing the control to him, and slamming our lips together, ready to give myself to him again. "I'm yours, daddy. Yours."

"Yes, you are. You're mine, baby girl. Mine."

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It was around 7 am when we finally left the bed and he carried me to his huge fancy bathroom, both as naked as we came. As I stood barefoot with his overwhelming towering pretty self, I couldn't help gawking at him and at the hickeys and bite marks I left on him, just as he did to me. Though there are way more marks than just hickeys and bites on me.

Thank God for that, damn.

Hickeys everywhere, bites marks here and there, his fingers are marked on my neck after he gave me my so-wanted hand necklace, and there's also a perfect mark of his full hands on both cheeks of my butt. There are also marks of his hands on my upper thighs, waist, wrists, and breasts. Though those on my breasts are mixed with the hickeys and biting.

This man is a savage. I want him. I need to have him, but my lie complicates things.

Those hours he spent in the gym throughout his life were so bloody damn worthy, because he is build different, sculpted entirely. Not just his upper body as most men do, but his lower body too, and his ass is thick. Everything in him is thick, goddamn.

I go to the gym since I was 14 with Cecylia, so I know how much work he put on.

He's so bloody majestic, every part of his body is. My man has his torso, back, shoulders, arms, and even his legs full of intricate tattoos. It's funny because I know the meaning of many of them, as most are references to books, movies, series, animes, dramas, and even animations I know. Also references to famous paintings such as the Fallen Angel.

His body is like a statement of how much of a cultured man he is. I made sure to kiss every part of his body earlier, except the one I was keeping for later. The part I'm most hungry for.

"Love, if you keep looking at me like that, I won't be able to simply just bath with you at all," he warned me, getting closer and tilting my chin up, his voice deeper and raspier than normal, his pupils expending in this middle of his ocean blue enticing pools.

"Can't be helped, I can't take my eyes off you, and my mind is now as unholy as it could get," I purred, looking up to him. "You are too tall, I don't even get to your shoulder."

"Don't pretend you don't love to be towered upon," a grin slowly curled his lips up, his dimples flashing.

"I love it. You know what I love even more?"

His eyes darkened, "What, love?"

"The way you look at me," I got on the tip of my toes and he hugged me, taking me off the ground, so I could look at him in the same height. "I love your eyes. They are absolutely stunning. Every time you look at me, it feels like you're talking with my soul instead."

"I love your eyes too, love. I love them too much. Every time our eyes meet, it sends an electric wave all over me, makes me want to be the only one who you land your eyes on. In fact, I don't like the idea of you looking at anybody else at all. No matter who they are, I feel like I want your eyes on me and me only," now that's progress.

Maybe, if he falls for me like I'm falling for him, he won't mind the truth. He will get mad, that much I know for sure, but maybe it'll pass and he'll accept me as I am.

Maybe he'll love me even if I'm younger than him.

"After this?" I caressed his hair, "I don't think I'll ever be able to look at anybody else. You weren't messing with me when you said you would be taking me in a way that would make it impossible for me to ever he with someone else. And you know what? I love the possessiveness on your voice more than I probably should."

"You have no idea how your words are affecting me here, love," he groaned and put me down slowly, and when our eyes met again, his were fully dark. "Who do you belong to, love?"

"To you," I whispered, heart thundering. "I belong to you, Rafał."

"On your knees," it was and order and my body was ready to obey right away. And as he held his hard cock in front of me, so big from down here that I felt slightly frightened, he spoke again, his tone even deeper, "You haven't done this before, have you, love?"

I swallowed, "No."

"You will solely use your lips, no teeth, it's sensible and you have to be careful. Use your hands but be careful with your nails. Use your tongue as much as you can, to lick it, and while sucking it," he explained to me, doing his best to contain himself. "And take everything, go deep throat and back. Play with the balls and suck them good too. And when I cum, you will swallow every drop of it and not waste anything. Eyes on mine all the bloody time," after a second, he took a deep breath, a uneven one. "Do you understand, baby girl?"

"Yes, daddy," I whispered, my mouth salivating for him. "Can I?" I lifted my hands.

"Oh fuck, yes, love. Of course, you can," as I held his cock with my hands, he gasped and held all of my long wavy ginger hair in a high ponytail. "You can play later, love. Right now, I need to fuck your pretty mouth."

"Yeah?" I whispered sensually, eyes up on his as I gave a long lick on the shaft from bottom to top, then licked the big pearl of pre-cum that was on the top of his cock's fat mushroom head. Then, I licked the slit above it, licked my lips and took the head into my mouth, using one hand to pump the shaft hard and the other to massage his balls.

"Goddamn it, love. Bloody heaven be cursed, fucking hell. Your lips are a sin," he gasped, tightening his grip on my hair, bringing my head closer and consequently making me take more of his cock. "Be my good girl and let fuck your pretty mouth as I fucked your cunt, love."

I huffed a moan in agreement, keeping my eyes on his and gagging as he went so deep in my throat that my eyes got teary. But damn it, it felt so good. However, I had to hold onto his hips to steady myself, so, instead, I grabbed his pretty ass and he got even harder.