Page 100 of Creep

I shook my head, not knowing what I was about to say. It didn’t matter. With a flick of his wrist, I exploded, my world shattering around me.

I bit my bottom lip, afraid I might scream and wake up my dad, but a moan escaped anyway, echoing in the quiet room.

I didn’t even know if he was home. I hadn’t heard anything since I got into bed a few hours before, but that didn’t mean anything.

He threw the blanket off of us. “We’re not done.”

Before I could say anything, he was off the bed and standing by the edge of it. I could tell by his movements that he was taking off his clothes. The soft rustling sound of the fabric falling onto the floor shouldn’t have sounded loud in my ears, but it didn’t.

My skin felt sensitive, and I jolted when I felt his hands on me, lifting me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he brought his arm around me. He grabbed his dick and pushed it toward my entrance, letting me fall a little until he was fully inside.

“Fuck,” I gritted out at the sensation and the feeling of fullness from this position.

He grunted and moved my hips against him until I was fucking him. Each fall was electric. Terrifying.

I was half afraid he might let me fall, half wanting more of this. More of him. I wanted him to go faster, to test all the limits, and push me past them.

My nails dug into his skin as I held on, not wanting him to let me go.

“You feel so good,” he muttered against my neck as sweat gathered between our bodies from the exertion.

I was incapable of saying anything to that. There were no words. Nothing but the sensation of falling and flying all at once.

He fucked me harder, leaning down and biting my neck once, the pain messing with my mind a little more. And that was all it took. I wrapped my arms around him tightly when I fell apart.

My screams were muffled when I buried my face in his neck, taking in his scent. My pussy shook violently around him, and every time I clenched down, it felt like I was being broken apart.

He moved over to the bed and threw me down, keeping himself buried deep inside me the entire time. He spread my legs out and began to fuck me, our skin slapping against each other every time he pushed in brutally. I felt the bed shake as it pounded against the wall, and I reached blindly for my pillow, gripping it tightly when the feeling became too much.

“That’s it. Look how good you are at taking my cock,” he said.

He fucked me harder.

Hell.

It didn't take him long to come after that. I felt his cock swell before he let out a guttural groan and spilled his cum inside me. Warm wetness dripped out and touched my skin just before he unceremoniously collapsed on top of me.

I wrapped my arms around him without thought, not thinking about anything or anyone.

My mind was surprisingly empty.

And how I just wanted to hold on to the peacefulness of this moment before going back into my messed-up reality.

* * *

I let outa small yawn and looked up at the ceiling.

My stalker pulled me in closer to him. “Go to sleep.”

“Not yet,” I said. For some reason, I didn’t want to close my eyes and give in to sleep just yet. I wanted to stay awake for a little while longer.

“You’re tired.”

“Not that tired.”

He didn’t respond to me right away. Then, “Did you want to talk?”

“Will you be honest?”

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