Page 9 of Stalking His Prey

I lean over her, close enough that I can smell the scent of the shampoo in her hair, and pull the straps of her shirt down over her shoulders. I want to just tear the thing right off, but that would be mean. Then she’d have to replace it. So instead, I simply tug at the neckline, revealing more of the silky-smooth skin of her breasts.

My God, this girl is the definition of sexy.

“You know all the men you wait on want to fuck you, right?” I ask her. Her eyes are filled with terror as she looks back at me, but there’s something else in them too.

“Right?” I press her.

She hesitates, not wanting to answer.

I get it. Women never like to admit that they know men want them.

“Just admit it, Penelope.” I smile as I pull down her halter top enough to allow her glorious breasts to spill out. So soft, yet so firm, retaining their perfect shape.

Her little pink nipples are hard as well, signifying her lust for me.

She wants me. She can’t hide it anymore.

“You know those men all want to fuck you, don’t you?” I repeat.

Penelope just stares back at me.

My cock is screaming beneath my jeans. The pain of having it crammed down in there is growing unbearable.

“Admit it!” I growl.

Her eyes widen, and she nods and lets out a moan of confirmation. I smile.

“Of course you know.”

I sit up, and with one quick jerk, undo the buttons of my fly. My massive bulge springs forth, barely held back by my boxer-briefs.

“Look what you’ve done to me with that body…” I run my hand slowly up her thighs, causing her to twist beneath me on the bed. “These legs…this glorious ass…” I continue, copping a handful of her right cheek through her stretch pants. “These flawless breasts... There’s not a single flaw on you, gorgeous.”

My erection is raging. Penelope’s face is flushed, and she’s pumping out heat like a portable space-heater. And although her legs are pressed together, I already know she’s dripping wet for me.

I lick my lips.

I need to taste her. I need to have her. I simply cannot wait another second.

Reaching down, I grab the waist of her pants and yank them to her ankles, revealing an innocent little pair of white panties beneath.

Penelope lets out a helpless moan as I force her legs apart, revealing a cute little wet spot signaling her arousal for me.

Christ, look how sexy she is. Even with all that squirming and fighting, she wants me. She needs me. Her body is blatantly telling me so.

And why wouldn’t she be loving this? It’s exactly what she needs.

I slide my briefs down, releasing my swollen erection.

This is it. The culmination of my addiction. My obsession. This is the moment where I finally get what I’ve been craving.

No, wait–this is the moment wherewefinally get whatwe’vebeen craving.

“Look how badly you want me,” I whisper as I press my fingers against her mound, massaging her through the thin fabric of her panties. Penelope moans as I pull them aside, revealing her glistening treasure.

The lips of her pussy are slick with her desire. She doesn’t need any more warming up. She’s good to go.

I lean down and drag my tongue up her soaked valley. Her juices are delectable and coat my lips as I lick her, causing her back to arch off the bed, an obvious moan of pleasure escaping her throat before being caught by her mouth gag.

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