Page 7 of Stalking My Stalker

For the second time, I’m completely bare before Parker.

Only this time, I’m lying on my stomach, my legs slightly spread, giving him a tiny peek at what he’s come here to claim.

Come on. It’s yours.

Take it.

My floorboards creek as he lowers himself, and I feel the heat of his breath on the back of my thighs, sending goosebumps across my whole body. Are those his lips barely brushing against my skin? No guy has ever been this intimate with me before. I have no idea how I’m managing to remain this calm. It’s like being subjected to a form of delightful torture.

His breath tickles as he moves up to my sex, and I hear a deep inhale as he takes in my scent. “Fuck, I knew she’d smell delicious.” His whisper ramps up my excitement like gasoline being poured on a fire. I’m about to overheat. My face is prickling from an intense blush. The desire for him to be inside me is overpowering.

Take my V-card, Parker.

Hedidpick up on my hint back in the alley. Either that, or it’s just somehow a coincidence that tonight was the night he finally lost control and decided to simply claim me in my sleep. To be honest, that would be an even bigger turn-on. God, I really am insanely kinky. Where did all this come from?

There’s a quiet sound of a zipper followed by a surge of body heat as Parker climbs onto my bed. He straddles me like a cowboy riding a bull, his knees on either side of my ass. And then I feel it. The strong, hot, thick, heaviness of his cock as he pulls it from his pants and sets it between my cheeks.

Oh my God.

This is really happening.

I lie still as he parts my ass and presses his tip against my slit, which is absolutely soaked with arousal. A low, approving rumble sounds from deep within his chest, and I die inside. If only I could see his face at this moment. Me, stripped bare. Him, still clothed, entering me while I pretend to sleep.

Does he know I’m pretending?

Or does he simply not care?

There’s a pinch of pain as he presses his crown through my breach, and I allow myself a deep breath in response. I don’t even need to see his cock to know how massive it is. The stretch is deep, and each inch he pushes into me feels like it’s drilling into my stomach.

My God, how can there be more?

There’s a moment of resistance, and I brace myself as Parker continues to push. I tense and gasp a whisper into my pillow as he pops my cherry and slides deeper. That’s it. He’s taken me. I belong to him now. A twisted stalker whom I barely know has deflowered me while I lay still in the darkness, unmoving like a sex doll. His personal little fuck-toy to do with what he pleases.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his voice content and victorious. “You’re mine now.”

I’m glowing like a superhero as he starts to thrust. Now would be a perfect time to “wake up,” turn to face him, and interact like a normal person. But I’m not normal. I’m in love with what we’re doing, so why would I want to change anything?

I fantasized about this, and now it’s happening.

I’m in heaven.

I keep my eyes closed and my face in the pillow as Parker fucks me, stretching me to his perfect fit with his fist-like erection. Somehow, he’s being rough and gentle at the same time. It’s like he’s still somehow doing his best not to wake me, despite pounding me harder and harder. Faster and faster. Deeper.

I’m aching for him to pull my hair. Choke me. Spank my ass.

But he can’t do that or he’ll break our illusion.

“You feel so fucking good…” Is he whispering to himself? Or does he know I can hear him?

I want to respond. Tell him he feels amazing too. I can already feel my climax beginning to bloom, like a field of flowers ready to open to the morning sun. My thighs are slick, and our legs make a naughty slapping sound with each thrust he digs into me. I’m fighting to keep my breaths under control, yet at the same time, I’m gasping for air as his shaft somehow thickens even more inside me. He leans down, and I feel his breath on my ear, sending an electric jolt up my spine. Ever so gently, he wraps his moist lips around my lobe, and that’s when it happens. I go off.

I let out a moan as my orgasm seizes me. I simply can’t contain myself any longer as my body jolts and quivers from head to toe.

I’m instantly lightheaded.

Parker rocks deep inside me. Such passion. Such strength. He growls, and I feel an intense spray that can only be one thing. His cum. He’s coming inside me without even asking. Without even preparing. And why wouldn’t he? After all, I belong to him now. We both know it.

His seed splashes into me, coating my walls. So hot and sticky and messy. It must be a massive load as I can alreadyfeel it spilling out of me as he ruts hard, bucking his hips down against my ass like he’s trying to embed me into the mattress.

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