Page 35 of Stalker
With a few strokes of my keyboard, her phone screen opened her camera so she could see herself leaned up in her bed, mirroring my view, and I sent a message to pop up directly on the screen.
Always, Puppet.
She licked her lips and read the text before it disappeared so she could see herself clearly again. I watched her, unable to even breathe as she stared back silently. Did she have any idea what she fucking did to me, by simply existing?
Peyton took a deep breath, “Then I hope you enjoy the show. Because it’s your fault.”
I scowled at the screen, not understanding what she was talking about as she reached over the phone to the drawer in the table and pulled something out.
And then I couldn’t fucking breathe again.
In her dainty little hand was a teal blue dildo vibrator with little prods aimed out of the base. She kicked her blankets off and shimmied out of her panties as she stared directly at herself on the phone. I had a perfect view of her entire body from where I propped the phone up and my cock hardened to a brick as she pulled her sleep tank down, letting her big fucking tits pop free as she spread her legs and turned the toy on.
“Fuck.” I groaned.
Her soft voice filtered through my speakers as she ran the vibrating tip over one nipple and then the other. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny before.” They both hardened to peaks on top of the mountains on her chest, rippling with each movement and I regretted not fucking her on her back last night, so I could have seen them shake with my thrusts. “And it’s your fault.”
I was so entranced with the show she was putting on that I almost didn’t reply, but I wanted to keep her talking as she tormented me, so I obliged.
Did I not satisfy you last night?
She glanced at the screen and read my message as she spit on her fingers and rubbed them over her clit.Fucking hell, P.
“Quite the opposite, actually.” She breathed and then laid the tip of the vibrator on her clit and moaned, melting into the pillows. “I woke up dreading going to work. And then I remembered what you said about Mr. Bryce.” She rubbed the toy over her clit and then pressed it against her hole. I didn’t have a clear view, but I knew what she was doing as she moaned again, pushing the toy in deep. “And then I imagined him fucking me on that counter in his closet and my pussy throbbed before my eyes were even open.”
My girl knew how to dirty talk.
Turn and lay back so I can watch you fuck that pussy with your toy, Puppet. And then we can talk about how you’re fantasizing about taking another cock as you masturbate for me.
She smiled seductively and then pulled the toy free, turning on her bed so her legs hung over the side as she sat up. Those fucking tits were so big they took up the entire screen and I hit the screen record button to save what I was about to see. I wanted to watch it again and again until she was mine completely.
She propped pillows up behind her and leaned back, bringing her heels up to the mattress and spreading her legs wide. God, I was fucking sucked right in as her pretty pink pussy opened up for me like a perfect prize.
I pulled my aching cock out of my pants and stroked myself as she put the toy against her clit again and pinched her nipple. “Like this?” She purred.
Perfection. You’re fucking perfection.
She moaned, reading my words, and I grinned, feeding on my girl’s praise kink.
Tell me what you’re thinking about as you fuck yourself.
“You.” She gasped, toying with her nipple and fucking herself deep. “And him.” She gave me a naughty smirk. “Does that make you mad?”
My hand tightened around my cock, knowing she was thinking of nothing else but me, even if she thought we were different people. My plan was working perfectly.
I snapped a picture of my hand wrapped around my cock and sent it off to her, watching as she saw it. She paused the motion of the toy and leaned forward slightly, parting her lips and then licking them.
It makes me hard.
She picked up speed with her toy and then paused with it deep inside of her. The probes laid right against her clit, dancing across it with powerful vibrations and she put both hands on her knees, letting it just toy with her body while I watched.
“You confuse me.” She palmed both breasts and pinched her hard nipples. “You tell me not to think about Tyson, and then on the same day, you tell me about my boss fantasizing about me. Causing this new fascination to bloom in my head. I thought you’d be angry at me for getting wet at the thought of fucking him.”
Lincoln Bryce is no threat to me, Puppet. If you want to spread those sexy thick thighs to him, go ahead. Take his cock. Take his come. Take whatever you want from him. You’ll still always belong to me.
She took hold of the toy again and started fucking herself with it. I watched with rapture, memorizing every single thing she did and what made her moan and how she rocked her hips as she took it. I had no idea my girl was so dirty.
It was a fucking blessing I didn’t deserve. But I was going to keep it forever.