Page 17 of Filthy Messages: Stalker Alert!

He moved his dick deeper inside me, making me moan into the pillows.

“You’re such a horny little whore. My whore, Gia. It feels so good, doesn’t it? Having your holes filled up by me?”

I don’t incriminate myself by replying to his filthy words, but he continues regardless.

“I saw you using your pink little vibrator. Fucking this hot little pussy. I came so many times watching you.”

My body stiffens at his words. He has been spying on me?

“When you went to work in the office, I got my men to put cameras in your apartment. My very own nerd show,” he said as he began to move his dick and finger in and out of me.

“God. What kind of a pervert are you?” I gasped out.

I felt his movement pause.

“You’re the first woman to drive me to such extremes. I knew you were different when I first laid eyes on you. Now relax and take your next load,” he said as he began to move again.

I tugged at my restraints again to no avail. He pulls his finger out of my ass, much to my relief. He pulled me up by my hips, so I was kneeling on my knees.

“What a beautiful sight these pretty pink holes are. It makes me want to ruin you, Gia. Ruin you, so you won’t ever look at another fucking man again,” he growled at me.

His hands gripped my ass, and he slammed into me, making me cry out.

“I will kill anyone who looks at you the wrong way. Do you understand now?”

“Y-Yes,” I said, trying to catch my breath as he gave me long hard strokes of his dick.

He used his hold on my ass to yank me on and off his dick. I felt his hand in my hair, yanking my head off the pillows. I gripped the chain on my restraints so it wouldn’t pull on my wrists.

The headboard had a wooden ornate design across it, and when I glanced to the side, I saw where my restraints were attached. There was no way I was getting out of these.

He leaned over me and wrapped an arm around my breasts before he gripped my breast.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” he panted in between thrusts.

All I could do was hold onto the restraints and pant through him fucking me. The sensations were too much when he continued to hammer into me. I began to cry out, I needed to cum again.

His hand left my breasts, and he rubbed my clit like he did before, this time in a hard circular motion. I screamed when I felt my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. My knees collapsed, but his grip on me held me upright. I groaned as I clamped down on his dick again.

I heard him moan as he slammed into me until I felt his balls slap against my pussy. I felt a continuous throbbing sensation inside me that I had never felt before. Exhausted, I let go of the restraints, and my head fell back on the pillows as I panted for breath.

It was only then that I realised he was cumming inside of me again. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still as he continued to spurt his cum inside me.

The man was completely deranged, but I couldn’t deny he knew how to fuck.

I felt him remove the restraints from my wrists before he pulled me against him and lay us on our sides.

“It’s best if I keep my dick inside you for a bit. Give my swimmers the best chance to infiltrate your egg,” he said lazily.

I elbowed him, uncaring that he might murder me.

“Children are a serious responsibility, and you’re giving me no choice in this,” I snapped at him, pulling myself out of the best orgasmic state I’d ever been in. Not that I would be telling him that.

“Of course they are. It’s taken me all these years to find the mother of my children.”

“You don’t know me,” I screeched out at him trying to pull away from him.

“There is a man by your door. The maid will bring your food. I’ve left you a phone in the drawer. It has no internet access, and you can only message or call me,” he said, completely ignoring my outburst and holding me against him.

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