Page 13 of My Tutor, My Stalker

Her palm rubs my cheek, my stubble abrading her soft hands. “I don’t care. What matters is that I feel safe and loved with you. That’s worth more than money. I wouldn’t regret choosing happiness. Nobody does.”

She’s such a pure soul. I don’t know many girls who’d want to give up a life of material comfort just to be with someone they love.

I hold up another chip, tugging at her lip. “In that case, eat all you want. I love feeding you, and we’ve both established I’d be obsessed with you even if you gained weight.” She eats the chip, licking her lips.

“You’re so nice to me. I wish I could just stay here with you forever.” Her phone pings and she ignores it.

“Who’s that?” I ask, reaching for her phone.

“Dad. He’s been texting me about what a mess I made during the dinner. I told him I’m at a friend’s and won’t be back untiltomorrow.” The light in Elsie’s eyes disappears a little as she rests her head on my chest. “They’re angry.”

I take her phone and turn it off, cutting off her Dad’s messages. The thought of sending Elsie back to that abusive home where her parents could hurt her is unbearable. However, that was my original plan. I don’t know what to make of my feelings for her.

“Look at me, baby. You’re here with me now and that’s all that matters. No one can hurt you now and I’m sure as hell not letting you go until your parents have calmed down. For tonight, only think about the pleasure I’m going to give you.”

I put the bag of chips on the desk and push Elsie down. Her shirt skids up, exposing that ripe little pussy that’s already wet for me. She looks at me, trust filling her blue eyes as I drag her shirt up and over her head. When she’s naked, I take off my pants and release my cock. Elsie holds it in her little hands, palming and stroking me until I’m dripping pre-cum onto her belly.

When I’m hard and ready, I bury myself inside her, this time, without any warning. She’s ready for me, melting under me the moment I start moving inside her. I suck on her swollen nipples and leave whisker burns all over her skin as I rail her hard and come inside her for the second time in one night. We collapse on each other, catching our breath before going for another round.

By the time the first rays of the sun break through, her pussy is destroyed and I’ve pumped her with enough cum to have a dozen kids. Elsie lays on my arm, both of us sweaty on my bed, as I shut my eyes, trying to get some sleep before it’s time for classes.

When my eyes close, I hear Elsie whisper in my ear, “I love you.”

Instantly, my heart stills, but I don’t open my eyes. Her fingers draw patterns on my chest, her body nestled close to me. He kisses my mouth. “I love you.”

Two weeks later—

My phone pings with a message in the morning, and I slow down the treadmill I’m working out on. The university gym is crowded during the weekend, and while I work out, I remember how much Elsie loves my abs. I’m going to keep working on them for her.

It’s been two weeks since I first made love to Elsie and we’ve been texting ever since. After that first night together, I dropped her home, making sure her parents didn’t see me. I knew they wouldn’t be happy at the prospect of Elsie having spent the night with her tutor, but as I watched her go, my heart was in pain.

I heard what she said that night as we fell asleep.

I love you.

The words play in an endless loop in my mind as I glance down at my phone.

Elsie: Mom and Dad are going out tonight. We can have fun when you come to tutor me.

After I came inside Elsie all night, she was sore for an entire week. I got some medication delivered to her house so that she could feel better, and they worked, because a week later when I came in for our weekly tutoring session, she was excited and healed, begging me to fuck her again. Since I couldn’t do it with her mom downstairs, I settled for eating her pussy. She sucked me off afterward, saying she wanted to meet up in my dorm again. I snuck her a bag of potato chips that she saved in hersecret stash but as I kissed her goodbye, I knew a week away from her would be hell.

I watch her every day, but that’s no longer enough. I want her next to me. I want to touch her, smell her, taste her, and tell her how much I adore her. I want her in my house, in my life, and as my wife. Ever since she confessed to wanting to be my little housewife, I’ve been obsessed with marrying her. Marrying her would ruin my plan, but I’m beginning to think the plan doesn’t matter anymore. Having her is

Ronan: Sounds good. I’ll bring my dick;)

Elsie: OMG, my favorite thing in the world.

Elsie: I can’t wait.

Neither can I. Her texts always light me up. I’ve touched her only twice since that night and I need to be inside her again to feel sane. She’s a revelation in bed, so responsive and passionate. We have great chemistry, and though I expected that, I didn’t expect how easily I’d get addicted to her sweetness. Away from her controlling family, she’s an exuberant woman. I want her light to shine, I want to take her somewhere she can just be herself.

Elsie looked so lonely when she said she wished she could be a normal person. When she said she’d love to be my wife, I wanted to ask her to be mine, but before that, I needed to figure out how to deal with the aftermath.

My phone begins ringing and I realize it’s mom calling. I switch off the treadmill and get off, answering the call.

“Mom.” I wish I could ask her for advice right now. She’s always been on my side.

“How’s my boy doing?” she asks. “The finals are just six months away. I can’t believe you’ll graduate so soon. I’ve been wondering if I should book my tickets for your graduation.”

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