Page 8 of Stalked By Axel

My lips are locked on hers when I pick her up, and she moans, wrapping her thighs around my waist. She gasps against my lips when I press her to the wall, tongue fucking her mouth and exploring every inch. I give her everything. I’m hard as a rock, but how could I not be? I’m always hard when it comes tothis sexy girl, and the feel of her soft naked body against mine only intensifies that feeling.

“Stop me, baby,” I say hoarsely against her lips, hoping she comes to her sense and puts an end to this. Praying to any higher power that might exist that she doesn’t.

“I don’t want to,” she whispers, the sound morphing into a moan when I thumb her nipples, drinking in her flushed expression. God, she looks like an angel. Someone a man like myself does not deserve to be in the same room with let alone touch. “Please. Don’t stop.”

My mouth slams back down on hers, tunneling my fingers into her hair and angling her head to the side, and I thrust my tongue between her soft lips. Fuck, I need her under me now! In bed, taking my cock in that tight, virgin pussy.

Our lips are still locked together, breathing each other in as I carry her to the bed. We tumble down together, but I manage to pry myself away long enough to strip, tearing at my clothes like a feral beast. Her fingers reach between us to help, eyes glazed over with need as she tugs impatiently at my belt. I manage to rip off my shirt then help her with the pants, my mouth back down on hers as I kick off my jeans and boxer briefs.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I say thickly, trailing my hand up her rip cage and cupping her tit, rolling her nipple with my thumb. “I can’t walk away. How could I?” She cries out when I squeeze her nipple between my fingers, her back arching off the bed with a loud moan. I lean in and brush my lips over her chin, licking a path down her neck and losing myself in her softness, drowning in her sweet floral scent—jasmine with notes of something velvety and warm. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined kissing every inch of you.” I swipe mytongue over a nipple, watching her lips part on a cry and her eyes squeeze shut.

“Y-you wanted me,” she pants.

“Like air.” And isn’t that the honest truth. I lick at the nipple again before wrapping my mouth around the bud sucking. She cries out, tunneling her fingers into my hair and holding me tight against her as I suck on the tight bead, drawing it between my lips and flicking it with my tongue before shifting to the other size to repeat the action. Brooke is trembling when I draw back. “I tried to picture how you would look with my face between your legs, licking at that hot pussy and getting you all wet and ready for my cock. How your tits would shake as I buried my tongue between your folds, body writhing as I tasted every inch of your pink heaven.”

“Oh God!”

“I don’t have to imagine anymore,” I rasp against her skin, possessiveness roaring through me as I trail my right hand over her hip and part her legs. I bite back a groan when I find her wet and dripping between her thighs.

“Axel,” she whimpers my name when I tease my middle finger along the seam of her sex slowly until her feminine lips part for me. She cries out when my finger finds her clit. I stroke the swelling bud gently, drinking in her reaction to my touch.

She’s beautiful.

Her hair is fanned out on the pillow, her cheeks flushed pink, mouth parted, and those gorgeous pale gray eyes unfocused and dark with desire. Only I get to see her like this. Only I will ever see her like this!

Mine!

“Oh God!” she shouts when I stroke her clit fast and rough, her breathing growing heavier until she suddenly jolts, her thighs locking on my hand as her stomach trembles with an orgasm. I don’t give her time to recover before my face is buried between her legs and I am licking at her pussy, tasting her pleasure. I hold her thighs open when she starts writhing on the bed, I lick at the slippery soft petals of her flesh and lose myself in her intoxicating taste, working her tight hole open with my tongue. “Axel… God.Oh my God!” she cries out, her fingers gripping my hair as she starts rolling her hips and fucking herself on my tongue. My hips move too, thrusting into the bed as I lap at her sex, thirsty for her unique taste. My lips close around her clit tightly as I press a finger inside her, and that propels her into yet another climax. Her body stiffens a few seconds before she comes apart, flooding my tongue with her pleasure. She sobs, thrashing on the bed as I continue to work her body her through the orgasm, and she’s panting when I finally pull back, her face and body flushed.

She’s a dream.

God, she’s so young. Too precious for an undeserving beast like myself. And yet, in all of my thirty-one years, I’ve never wanted to better for anyone as much as I do her. It has nothing to do with the promise I made and everything to do with how she makes me feel.

Mine!

“You’re mine,” I growl possessively, fisting my cock as I climb up her body. “I’m going to make you mine!”

She nods; her eyes dazed when they lock on mine as her thighs open wider for me. “Yours,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around me, and I see it in her eyes. Her desperation for me to claim her is almost as strong as my need to make her mine.

Eyes on hers, I bring my aching cock to her hole. Her nails dig into my shoulder as I press an inch inside of her, fighting with myself to not thrust into her and bury myself with one motion. Fuck, of course she’s tight. Brooke has never been with a man before, and that thought alone nearly turns me into an animal. I’ve known her for years, been following her for months, long enough to know that she’s never been touched by a man before. She’s never made it a secret either, talking boldly to her best friend about her virginity knowing I could hear them. It’s almost like she wanted me to know.

Her innocence, the precious flower she’s gifting me is one I intend to treat with care. The thought of anyone hurting her, even myself, fills me with rage, and I would bear all the hurt for her if I could.

But Fuck, she’s like a vise around the tip of my cock, making it hard for me to move!

“Fuck, Brooke. You’re so tight,” I rasp as I inch my cock slowly into her pussy. I bite back a growl when she wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper into her sex.

“Do it,” she begs. “Make me yours!” Then she pulls my head down, and her lips seek mine. I wrap a hand around her hips before lifting her up and slamming forward past the thin barrier of her innocence. She gasps into the kiss, her arms tightening around me as I fill her with my thick shaft.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck!

I give her a minute to adjust to my cock, heart racing fast as I struggle not to move. Jesus, she’s so tight it takes every bit of strength I have to hold still. My balls ache with the need for release, but I grasp on to my slipping control, fighting through clenched teeth to keep a tight hold. Our earlier encounter in herentry way helped take off the edge of my desire, but I’m still barely holding on.

I kiss her lips and jaw, trailing my mouth over her face before pulling back to look at her. “Are you okay, baby?” I ask, studying her face for any tells.

“I’m fine,” she answers.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t hold back any longer.”

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