**Title: Possession at Sarah’s House**

I never thought things would go this far, but here I was, standing in Sarah’s mom’s bedroom, my heart pounding like a drum. Claire was always the kind of woman who made you look twice—tall, curvy in all the right places, with that effortless confidence that came from knowing exactly how desirable she was. She’d been flirting with me for months, ever since I started crashing at Sarah’s place after parties.

Tonight, though, it wasn’t just playful teasing.

She closed the door behind us, her fingers lingering on the knob before she turned to face me. The dress she wore was tight, hugging every curve of her body, the neckline low enough to give me a glimpse of the soft swell of her tits. She smirked, as if she could read my mind, and sauntered closer.

“You’ve been watching me, haven’t you?” Her voice was husky, sending a jolt straight to my dick.

I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

She reached out, running a manicured nail down my chest. “Tell me what you want.”

The air between us crackled with tension. My pulse was deafening in my ears. “I want you,” I admitted.

Claire’s smirk deepened, and she moved in, pressing her body against mine. I could feel the heat of her through my clothes, the way her hips swayed slightly, teasing. “Good answer,” she murmured.

Before I could react, she grabbed my shirt and dragged me toward the bed, pushing me down onto the mattress. I barely had time to process what was happening before she climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. Her pussy was pressed against my jeans, already hot and damp.

She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. “Tonight, I’m going to make you mine.”

Then her hands were on my belt, undoing it with practiced ease. My cock sprang free, already hard and aching, and Claire licked her lips as she looked at it. “Fuck, I knew you’d be big,” she breathed.

Without hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around me, stroking slowly, her grip tight enough to make me groan. “God, Claire—”

She silenced me with a kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth as she kept pumping my cock. I could taste her lipstick, sweet and artificial, and I groaned into her mouth, my hips bucking up into her hand.

Then, suddenly, she pulled away.

“Take off your clothes,” she ordered, standing up.

I obeyed, stripping down as she watched, her eyes dark with hunger. When I was naked, she stepped closer again, running her hands over my chest, down my stomach, finally wrapping her fingers around my dick once more.

“Good boy,” she purred.

Her free hand tugged at the hem of her dress, pulling it up over her head. Beneath it, she wore nothing but a lacy black thong, her tits full and heavy, her nipples already hard.

I reached for her, but she caught my wrists, pinning them above my head. “Uh-uh,” she murmured. “Tonight, I’m in control.”

She climbed back onto the bed, kneeling over my face this time, her thighs caging my head. The scent of her pussy hit me first—musky, sweet, intoxicating. I could see her glistening folds, her swollen clit begging for attention.

“Eat,” she commanded.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I buried my face between her thighs, licking a slow, wet stripe from her entrance up to her clit. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair as I sucked her swollen bud into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it in quick, tight circles.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, grinding against my mouth.

I could feel her getting wetter, hear the way her breath hitched with every pass of my tongue. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she cried out, her hips jerking against me.

“Don’t stop,” she begged.

I didn’t. I sucked and licked and fucked her with my fingers until her thighs were trembling, until her moans turned into high, desperate whimpers. Then, suddenly, she came hard, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

When she finally pulled away, her face was flushed, her lips parted as she caught her breath. She looked down at me, her eyes blazing.

“Now it’s your turn,” she murmured.

She turned, crawling down my body until her mouth hovered over my cock. Then she took me in, swallowing me deep, her lips stretched tight around my shaft. I groaned, my fingers digging into the sheets as her tongue swirled around the head, her hand working the base.

“Fuck, Claire—I’m gonna—”

She didn’t stop. She sucked me harder, faster, her throat relaxing to take me deeper, and I came with a shout, my cock pulsing as I spilled into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips when she pulled away.

Then she climbed back up, straddling my waist again.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss me.

And I knew she was right.