want possessive sex. not the type where you're trying to put me in my place, but rather the reassuring kind. telling me i'm yours in a sweet tone that blurs to condescending when you see how easily i fall apart from your words. your hand barley putting pressure around my throat while you promise i'm the only one you need. eyes rolling back while i squeeze around you and pant out desperate begs against your mouth to never stop, needing you to keep going. digging my nails into your arms, stabilizing myself on my grasp and from the thought of never letting you go. losing all coherence when you start praising me in my ear, moaning how perfect i feel, how pathetic my whines are when you call me yours. and as soon as my begs start spilling for permission to cum, you tell me to say it out loud. to say i'm yours, over and over despite my words blending together with broken moans, raspy whines, and shaky sobs. fucking me as if our lives depended on it and making sure that when i cum, i know im yours. only yours.
