Page 56 of Stalker

“Jesus fuck.” I moaned when Lincoln’s head tipped back as he stroked his cock. He was big. Likereallybig. I shouldn’t watch his private moment in his own home, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it either as his hand circled the head of his cock, twisting it.

His voice flowed through the speaker of my phone and my body tingled when he moaned my name.

“Peyton.” His warm voice echoed in my ears as my name fell off his lips. “Fuck yes, baby.” He had his eyes tightly shut as he pleasured himself. My fingers slid over the soft fabric of my shirt absentmindedly as I watched the most erotic thing I’d ever seen before. Before I knew what I was doing, my fingernails traced small circles over my nipples, making them hard as his moans turned me on. He was so vocal as he jacked off, I found myself wondering if he made that much noise when he fucked a girl.

I bet he was a dirty talker when he was deep inside of a woman.

“Take it, Peyton.” His voice deepened as he got closer to his orgasm and for a second I half expected him to say Puppet instead of Peyton. There was something so familiar in his moans and growls as he stroked his cock faster and faster.

I licked my lips, pinching my nipple and watching him as he tipped his head back and roared. He grabbed a clean shirt off the island and came onto it with a massive cry and I watched as each shot of come coated the dark fabric, aching to know what it tasted like on my tongue.

And then the video ended, going black and leaving me feeling like the worst kind of creep as I realized how wet I was from watching my boss jack off for me.

And then I remembered why I had the footage at all and felt even worse.

Dane had given it to me to show me just how much he worshipped me, and I got wet for my boss while watching it.

“Jesus.” I panted and forced myself to scroll away from the dirty video and instantly found myself back on the screen.

This time, though, I was on my knees, taking Dane’s thick cock into my mouth as he praised me. The camera angle was from somewhere on a tree around us. I couldn’t see the front of Dane’s body, he wasangled away just enough, but I was on full display in the black mesh bra and nothing else as I greedily sucked him down.

Dane’s gravely voice flowed over my body like a caress through the video,“I already told you, P, I’m the only one who will ever give you everything you need.”

God, he had been so right.

I pushed my fingers down the front of my loose shorts and played with my clit as I watched me suck his cock. Fuck, I missed him.

“Dane.” I groaned when the video ended and I flipped to the next one. It was another video I’d never seen it before. But I knew instantly what it was.

It was that same night, as he snuck into my place, returning my dropped items to me. He videoed himself, creeping through my place, setting my shoes and purse down by the mirror after silently walking into my bedroom. I couldn’t see him, of course, just the tops of his shoes as he crossed the room to my bed. I laid in the center of it on my back with my arms thrown over my head.

I looked like a mess, with my tank top barely covering my boobs and my hair in a cluster.

He stood over me, watching me after putting my phone on my charging stand and then leaning over my body. His fingers danced lightly over the side of my face as he pushed my hair back off of it.

And then he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my temple as I slept. I leaned forward, trying desperately to see any part of his face, but all I got was his lips as they briefly touched my face. That was it.

“Fuck,” I groaned, rubbing my clit faster as he watched me. Why was it so erotic to me knowing he had broken in and watched me sleep?

That was creepy, yet there I was, wet and aching for him as I watched.

“Dane!” I hissed, begging him to hear me somehow. I never knew when he was watching me through my phone, but he always answered me when I called.

Until now.

Only silence found me in response.

I flipped through the camera roll, finding more photos and videos of myself. Most were of just me, videos of the morning after as I came for him with my toy, and then dressing for my afternoon with Lincoln.

God, even as I dressed sexily for another man, he still wanted me. There was something so much more powerful between us than just play, like I had accused.

The last video was of that night, in the maze. I watched as he fucked me on my back, legs spread and tits out, begging for his cock.

Never in my life had I ever felt more sensual than I did watching myself with him. He made me feel bold and wanted. Lust, like no other, covered my body as he flipped us around and put the phone against the bench so I could actually watch us both on the screen.

Fuck, he was so sexy. His body, covered in intricate tattoos and designs, was as if cut from stone as he thrust into me from behind.

And that mask.

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