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“The second I saw you the other day…” His big hand lands on the side of my face.

Oh God, it’s happening. Is it happening? Does he like me? Is this big, inked giant about to tell me he’s into me?

My heart slams against my chest.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I left here, desperate to see you again. It was far too desperate.” He groans. “So desperate that I watched you.”

My brows narrow. “What?”

He watched me? What the hell does that mean?

His gaze intent with mine, he backs me up against the wall, his heavy frame looking over me. “I watched you last night. In your kitchen, on your phone, in the bedroom.”

Oh God, he’s psycho.This man is completely insane.

My heart rate ratchets up. “What?”

“I know it sounds bad, and it is, but I needed to clear the air.”

“Well, that’s great. So, you saw me… touching myself then?”Why do I ask him that?

He nods, and for some reason instead of rage, my clit reacts. He saw me. He needed me so badly that he couldn’t help himself.He needed to watch me come.

My panties soak and my heart rate increases a hundred notches.Why do I like this so damn much? I’m sick. Something is wrong with me. I’m pretty sure people would have me committed.

“That’s really fucked up!” I manage, swallowing hard as the ache in my thighs grows. “You’re unwell.”

“I know.” He’s so close to me now that his hot breath is on my neck. “I shouldn’t have come today. I should’ve sent someone else.”

My pussy aches. “Well, that would’ve been unfortunate because I pulled the wire from the camera and called you hoping you’d be the one that came out here to fix it. Then, I cooked this meal hoping you’d stay. And last night,” I tip up onto my toes and lean into his ear, “I came thinking about you.”

His breath hitches and he pins me against the wall like an animal who’s lost control.

I like it… a lot.

I move my hand against his jeans and rub the hard ridge of his cock outside of the fabric. He’s so hard andI’vegotten him that way. He’s excited forme.He wantsme.He needsme.

His mouth lands hard against mine and he sucks on my bottom lip then the top before kissing my mouth.

I’m on fire, desperate for his cock, desperate to be touched.

My eyes flick up to his as he says, “Tell me how you thought about my cock, baby. Say it.”

His filthy demands and use of the word ‘baby’have my clit beating at high speed. “I looked at pictures of you, and I thought about your voice and how deep it would sound in my ear whileyou fucked me.” I swallow hard. “I thought about how big your cock would be sliding in.” I rub over the top of his dick again. “I want you.” I don’t even know who I am right now. A different version of the girl I was yesterday has clearly taken over. This girl is aggressive, and she clearly needs to get fucked.

I like her.I feel like she’s not going to take no for an answer.

I unzip his jeans then tug them with his boxers to the floor, where they pool at his feet. His cock is hard and when I grip my hand around the base, I feel the beat of his heart in the thick vein that wraps around. Holding him in my hand, I lick the underside and suck away the bead of come that’s waiting for me at the tip.

He pushes his fingers through my hair, and I suck harder, pumping my fist over his dick as I work.

My cheeks hollow and I stare up at Hank as I take him in deeper.

“Fuck,” he groans, pushing my head against his cock. I choke and gag a little, tears rolling down my face as I pull back from his touch. Then I dive in again and again, repeating the chorus of a gagging symphony.

It’s a beautiful sound.

I think he likes it. He moans and growls deep in his throat, and that sound is what I’m working for. That satisfied yearning that drives me into the next stroke. He’s perfect. I could spend eternity on my knees right here in the dining room, waiting for his come all over my face.

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