Page 89 of Stalker

But the moment he dug his fingers into my hips, yanking me back by a foot, I was once again wide awake and alert.

He was no longer interested in providing some fantasy of a romantic moment. He simply thrust his cock deep into my pussy, holding his cock inside as it swelled and pulsed against my muscles.

“Oh!” I threw my head back, trying to take a deep inhale while the sensations prickled every inch of my skin. The man knew me far too well and that alone should be disturbing.

But I’d never been so aroused in my entire life.

Panting, I rose onto my toes as soon as he pulled out, plunging into me again. The force was brutal, driving my waist into the edge of the railing.

If he cared, I wouldn’t know. His actions were far too intense, his concentration blocking out everything. He continued thrusting, the sound of his skin slamming against mine filtering into the breeze around us.

I opened my legs even wider, tilting my head so the wind could cool my face. Beads of perspiration trickled down both sides, my heart thudding like a monotonous sledgehammer.

There was nothing like the feeling of being completely breathless. And the air I needed to breathe was infused with his scent.

So dark.

So musky.

I was lost in a sweet lull as he pushed me even harder. Even the pain from him digging his nails into my hips was exquisite.

I bit back a laugh, stretching my back as much as possible.

As expected, he smacked his hand across my backside not once, but several times and just from him doing so, I was thrown into another incredible orgasm.

I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Dear God, the electricity was so intense, my mind blown by the sparks like fireworks going off in my system. Every growl he issued was more savage than the one before and the sound added to the ambiance.

The climax refused to stop, a single one slamming into another until I could no longer breathe.

“Oh, God.” They were the only two words I managed and when he slowed, I flopped over the edge of the railing.

Wilder wasn’t interested in allowing me even a moment of peace.

The man wasn’t done.

As with everything about him, there was no pretense, no warning. He simply shoved the tip of his cock against my asshole. As usual, it puckered, but there was nothing I wanted more than to have the full feeling of his shaft inside me.

For a man so brutal and demanding, when he slowly pushed it inside, I was surprised. My body reacted and I jutted my hips backwards as I’d done before.

His laugh was dark and ominous and he immediately gripped both my breasts, pinching my nipples at the same time. “My Lady Butterfly thinks she can control me. She’s very wrong.”

He kept my legs pulled away from the railing, using the full weight of his body to push me down until my chest was only inches away from the thick wood. As he pinched and twisted my nipples, I moaned.

The combination of ecstasy and agony was intense, pushing and pulling the sensations and my emotions at the same time. I cinched my eyes shut, gasping in some crazy effort to fill my lungs with air.

It was impossible.

“My bad girl. My little tease. My naughty vixen.” He released one nipple, instantly cracking his hand against my backside six or seven times. The burn was incredible, tingling every inch of my skin.

The powerful man pulled out his cock until only the tip was inside before slamming into me again. That’s the moment he shifted his hand, cracking several fingers against my pussy.

I was shocked, whimpering loudly. The pain was both frightening and exhilarating. I could feel my entire body shaking as the sting turned into a burning sensation.

The way he continued to pinch my nipple was another reminder I was very much alive and floating on cloud nine.

He wasn’t reticent in his actions, repeating them not once, but twice. I was floored at the sheer agony, and the way tiny tics had appeared in the corners of my mouth. My knees were threatening to buckle.

But there was also such an intense rush of pleasure that my vision was foggy. I could tell I was tossing my head from side to side as he snapped his fingers against my clit. I also knew I was screaming, but I couldn’t hear it clearly from the rapid beating of my heart.

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