Page 73 of Stalker

“Oh monster, where art thou monster?” I called out loud as I kicked my shoes off and walked through my dark guest house toward my bedroom.

I expected Dane’s deep voice to flow through my speakers to me like usual, but there was nothing.

“Dane?” I called out again as I got into my room, pulling my shirt free of the waistband of my pants. “Hello?”

I laid my phone down on the table by the door and pulled my shirt off over my head, eager to be free of the constricting fabric.

“Puppet.”

“God!” I screamed in terror as Dane’s warm body pressed against mine from behind. He wrapped his gigantic hands around my bare waist and pulled me tight to his massive chest. The fabric of his shirt was soft like a well-worn cotton and I melted into his touch. “Dane.”

“You should be more careful Puppet, if you say my name too many times, I appear like Beetlejuice.” He growled against my ear as his hands wandered over my body.

“Mmh,” I moaned when one of his hands glided over my chest and up to my neck, pulling my head back against his shoulder and looking away from him as he laid sensual kisses along my neck. “Then why didn’t you appear when I played with myself earlier? I called out your name on repeat the whole time.”

“Minx.” He chuckled against my skin. “Liars don’t get rewarded with sexy gifts and orgasms.”

“Okay, fine,” I smiled as his fingers skimmed over the lace of my bra. “I didn’t play with myself earlier, but I really wanted to. Instead, I had to go into town to get my present.”

“Do you want to open it?” He pulled the cups of my bra down, freeing both of my breasts and instantly took them into his palms, thumbing my nipples.

I could look over at him if I wanted to. I could just see the outline of the hair hanging over his forehead out of my peripheral vision.

“Do I get to see you?” I whispered and then pushed my ass back into his body, where his hardening cock pushed back against me.

“Do you feel me?” He hummed, pushing his cock harder against my back, bending down slightly to rub it up the entirety of my ass.

“Yes.” I moaned, leaning into him.

“Do you hear me?” He pressed his lips against my ear and growled as he toyed with my nipples.

“Yes.” I knew where he was going with it, and I was only slightly disappointed with the distance he kept between us.

“Do you smell me?” He slid one hand up my throat and over my mouth so I could smell his skin and his familiarity burned deep when my senses were consumed with all things Dane.

It was just dark enough that if I turned to look at him, his face would be hard to see clearly. But I was tempted to try, anyway.

“Yes.” I admitted when he dropped his hand to my throat and tightened it, drawing a breathy moan from my lips.

“Then you don’t need to see me right now.”

“Please.” I whined, and he chuckled.

“You want to beg me tonight, Puppet?”

“Don’t I always end up begging you for something?” I hissed when he pinched my nipple and pulled on it.

“Because you’re my good little girl.”

“Mmh, then reward me already.” I challenged, reaching behind me and cupping his cock in my hand, stroking him. “Give me what I obviously ache for.”

He chuckled and pulled me back to the chair next to my bed and sat down, making me land in his lap. I hated sitting on laps because I was too big, but Dane positioned me until I was settled right on his legs with my feet on the floor between them.

I huffed when he was no closer to impaling me on his cock, and he chuckled. “Open your present, Puppet. So I can get mine.”

“Hmm, I don’t remember getting you anything.” I deadpanned as he laid the black box on my lap and then gasped when he bit my neck directly over the mark he left last night. I had to use makeup tricks I hadn’t used since high school to cover it so I could faceLincoln.

My pussy throbbed, remembering the way Lincoln had hovered around me all day long, feeding me breakfast and then kind of lingering like he wanted to spend time with me. It didn’t make any sense.

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