Page 32 of Stalker
But Dane wasn’t ready to put me out of my misery yet, “Your deadbeat boyfriend hurts you every time he sleeps with someone else on his business trips.” His hand fell to my ass again, and I yelped and groaned when his other hand tightened in my hair. “You may not know every time, but you know he isn’t faithful, yet you stay.”
“Stop.” I gritted through my teeth, “He doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, he does.” Dane spanked me again, and a moan escaped my lips against my control. “He matters because you won’t walk away from him, yet you’re willing to spread your thighs for a stranger from the internet in return. You’d never act so stupidly if it wasn’t for him. For driving you to insanity and desperation. You wanted to feel alive, that’s why you came to me.”
“Youhacked me.” I yelled and screamed with the next spank. “Youstalked me. I didn’t come to you!”
He growled and spanked me three times in a row and then lifted my hips up into the air so I rested with my knees and face in the dirt. “You dream of me, Puppet.” He spanked me again, and then pushed my thighs wider and my body instantly opened for him, arching my back and spreading my knees out wide. Fuck, I was so desperate for him. “You came looking for me. You need me.”
“Then fuck me!” I screamed in frustration. “I wanted a man to fuck me like I need to be fucked! Not dissect my life, my like some limp dick therapist asking me how my boyfriend’s infidelity makes me feel!” I pushed back against him with my ass and felt the rough fabric of his pants against my barely covered pussy. “I need to be fucked so I can fucking breathe again!”
The next slap of his hand landed directly against my exposed pussy and I cried out in ecstasy as he tore the black thong off my body and brutally pushed two fingers into my wet hole.
“Yes!” I moaned, pushing back onto his fingers as he thrust them in hard. I mewled and moaned for him incoherently. “I need it, please!”
Gasping in agony when he pulled his fingers from my body and then I screamed when his thick cock thrust deep into my body. Fuck, the thing was so perfect. It burned and stretched me effortlessly. “Is this what you needed, Puppet?” He hissed and fucked me hard, using my tied hands as a leverage point to pull me back onto his cock after each brutal thrust.
“YES!” I cried out, slamming back into him desperately. “Yes, yes, yes!”
He grabbed my hips and pushed my torso into the dirt harder and then leaned over my back, slamming deep with each thrust so I had nowhere to move away from them and I couldn’t chase him formore when he pulled out. I was his toy. His to use and to fuck like I didn’t matter.
But I wasn’t stupid enough to think I didn’t fucking matter to Dane.
I was stupid to get myself into the situation I was in to begin with, but I knew he wanted me in ways no one else ever had before. He saw me. He looked for me. He stalked me.
He was obsessed.
And it was that very thought that shot me off into space with the biggest orgasm of my life. “More. Yes, Dane. God, you fuck me so good.”
“Mmh,” He moaned his agreement and spit on my ass, pushing a finger into me. It took me by surprise but it shouldn’t have, he told me I’d know his touch in all three of my holes when he was done with me. I tried looking over my shoulder to see him. I wanted to see if he looked as animalistic as I imagined him to look while fucking me raw and possessively. But no matter how hard I fought against his hold on me, I couldn’t see him.
He actively avoided me every time I tried. All I could see was the black pants and shoes he wore and his fist gripped in the fabric of my torn dress or hair as he adjusted his hold on me.
He was a ghost, effectively hiding from me while pleasuring me in ways no man ever had before him.
“I’m going to fuck this ass, Peyton.” He spanked my ass cheek, and I moaned wildly even as fear bloomed in my chest again. “Someday. Not today.”
“Tonight is the only time.” I gasped, “This is a onetime thing.”
He chuckled, and cut my arms free releasing his hold on my hair, only to replace his hand around my throat and pull me until I was sitting on his thighs as he kept fucking me. The change in angle pushedhis fat cock directly against my G-spot with each thrust, and I clawed at his arms in agonizing ecstasy.
“This is just the beginning, P.” He pressed his lips against my ear and tightened his grip on my throat. “You can either accept that and come to me willingly, or I’ll come to you.” He thrust harder, “Late at night, to the rich fuck’s massive property.” Harder again, “I’ll sneak in under the cover of darkness and make you my personal little fuck toy right there on his guest bed.” I mewled and cried out when his free hand landed on my clit, slapping it and then drawing pleasurable circles around it. “What do you think your boss would have to say when he finds out you squirted all over his pristine guest house for me like a perfect little toy?”
“Fuck!” I screamed, orgasming yet again as the dirty thought of Mr. Bryce catching me in an indecent predicament again excited me. He was just so tight laced and serious, the idea of him yelling at me again made my pussy throb. How fucked in the head was I that I was thinking about my asshole of a boss with his massive sexy body and his boorish personality, while the literal man of my dreams pounded my pussy with his perfect cock? Super fucked in the head.
“Did you know he jacked off after finding you with no panties on in his closet?”
“What?” I moaned, leaning into Dane harder. “How do you know that?”
“He hid himself away and stroked his cock, fantasizing about bending you over that counter in his closet and fucking you. Just like this.”
“No.” I tried to shake my head, overwhelmed with the fantasies and ecstasy he was forcing down on me. “He’s not into me.”
Dane chuckled in my ear and pinched my clit harder before bringing his fingers up to my mouth and pushing them in. “Taste your pussystraight from my fingers, P. And tell me how any man in the world wouldn’t salivate for it after smelling your arousal in his own home?”
I locked my lips around his thick fingers, tasting my arousal. I had never been so brazen before, but it didn’t matter. Dane didn’t care, he took what he wanted, anyway. And in return, he gave me everything I could ever dream of. I licked his fingers, sucking them deep into my mouth and moaning around them as I neared yet another orgasm.
I’d never come more than once at a time during sex, and even then, I wasn’t likely to get off at all from intercourse before I met Dane. And that was exactly why I needed tonight more than anything else. I left my inhibitions in my car on the street outside of the biker bar and survived off instinct and need for the last hour.