Page 69 of Stalker
“Because of me?” I whispered, feeling guilty and something else all at the same time.
“Because of me.” He replied quickly, “Because it is who I am. Even if I do not want it to be.”
“Would you have done it if I hadn’t freaked out last time?” I pulled back like I was going to see him, even though I was still blind. “Would you have broken your vow if I didn’t push youaway?”
“Shh,” He soothed, sensing my anxiety crawling up my throat as I started feeling responsible for the lives of ‘a lot of people’ suddenly being cut short at Dane’s hands. “They weren’t good people, Puppet. I don’t harm innocent people.”
“Death is still death.” I rested my forehead against his, “You still darkened your soul because of me.”
“Worried about my soul, Puppet?” He smiled against my lips.
“How else will you be stuck with me for the rest of forever if we end up in different places?” I smiled, trying to find the calm he had when talking about such a foreign thing. People I knew didn’t just kill other people because they were bad, yet somehow, I wasn’t repulsed by the image of Dane playing the role of vigilante.
He groaned and tightened his hold around my back again and I leaned into his warmth, “Planning forever with me, P?”
I tilted my head and kissed my way down his neck, nibbling the salty skin as I went. When I got to his chest, I slid my hips back so my knees were on the ground between his and I pushed him back onto the ground. He obliged with a slight ‘oof’ as he hit it, but he didn’t stop me. “You told me the first time you fucked me, I could either accept you and come to you willingly, or you’d come to me.” I slowly kissed my way down the center of his chest and stomach, familiarizing myself with his skin as I went. “This is me, coming to you willingly, Dane.” I reached the spot where his jeans were undone and bit the sensitive skin right above his cock, which grew harder with each press of my lips against his skin. “I want you.” Whispers escaped my lips as I ran my tongue up the length of him, and I moaned at the combination of our tastes. “I want my monster in real life.”
“Peyton.” He moaned, burying his fingers in my hair and guiding my head as I pleasured him. It was such a power trip, making the man that was always in control lose a bit of that authority to me. “Fuckinghell, Puppet.” He groaned when I spit on his cock and took him deep. “That’s it.”
“I love the way you taste when you’re covered with me.” Wrapping my hands around it, I stroked him as I teased the head of his cock with my tongue.
I was a whore, there was no other way around it anymore. I was in a situationship with a man I thought I once loved because I was too much a people pleaser to just rip the band aid off and leave him. While simultaneously sucking the soul out of the man who hacked me and then stalked me to get into my life. Oh yeah, can’t forget how I imagined my stuffy asshole of a boss, Lincoln, laying under me while I sucked Dane’s cock twice already too.
Yep, I was unredeemable.
“That’s it, Puppet.” Dane groaned, tightening his hand in my hair and pushing me down harder onto his cock. I hated when Tyson tried to force my head down on his cock, but with Dane, fuck, it made my already pleased kitty purr for more as I widened my knees and arched my back to take him further down my throat. “Fuck, Peyton. No one has ever sucked my cock like you do. You’re a goddess, bowing on your knees to me right now, and I’m unworthy.”
I hummed, playing with his tight balls as I ached for his release so I could feel as powerful as I did the last time I got him to come like that. But tonight, I wanted his come in only one place.
“Jesus,” He grunted, “I’m going to come so fucking hard.” He tensed and I knew I had to move if I was going to get what I wanted. “Peyton!” He growled when I pulled off him and then scrambled up his body, impaling myself onto his wet cock and drawing a roar of release from his throat as he started coming deep inside of my pussy.
“That’s it, Dane.” I moaned, feeling him pumping me full as I kept riding his thick cock. “Fill my pussy up, baby. Come for me.” Islowed my hips as he came off his high and smiled to myself, knowing I did that. I made him lose his mind and chase after the ecstasy that I promised him.
He rolled with lightning speed and I landed in a fit of giggles under him as he pushed my legs wide and kneeled down between them. “Are you sure you don’t have a breeding kink, too?” He asked and ran the tip of his tongue over my clit, flicking it.
“No promises.” I giggled and moaned when he growled against my sensitive spot. “I don’t want kids right now, but the act of taking your sperm is a tremendous turn on for me, I won’t lie.”
He chuckled and sucked my clit into his mouth as I bowed up off the ground. “That’s exactly what a breeding kink is, Puppet. The pregnancy isn’t even the biggest reward.” He lowered himself down between my legs and chuckled when I gasped as he pushed his tongue into my wet pussy. “Now it’s my turn to familiarize the taste of both of us together, just like you’ve been doing.”
“Oh, God.” I clawed at the earth beneath us. “This was not on my BINGO card.”
Chapter 25 – Lincoln
Iwas in the kitchen before Peyton was that next morning. She wasn’t late, I was just eager to see her again. I hated leaving her last night after the earth-shattering declarations she made to me in the blinding dark, but I had no choice.
Even with her baring her soul and begging me to keep her broken pieces safe for her, I couldn’t tell her who I really was. If I did, she’d run from me. Not because she wouldn’t still want all the things I could give her, but because she’d feel like she had to leave to make me pay for lying to her.
And I couldn’t risk her leaving me before I won her over as Dane and Lincoln both, but I knew I was running out of time to do that. I had to prove to her that the day-to-day man that I was, Lincoln Bryce, could worship her just like Dane could.
Letting another man in emotionally would test her boundaries and morals, especially when she was convinced that Dane was the perfectman for her. But I needed to show her both sides of me, because I wouldn’t be able to hide them when she was in my life full time.
And she would be in my life, full time. Sooner rather than later, I just had to convince her to stay.
I flipped the pancakes, making sure they did not burn, as I heard the patio door open and close in the other room.
Game time.
I listened to her modest little flats click across the marble floor and then falter when she saw me in the kitchen, at the stove no less. I didn’t look over my shoulder, but I knew she’d look at her watch next, to make sure she was in fact not late, and then smooth a hand over her hair and clothing, to make sure she looked perfect before she announced her presence.