Page 32 of Perfect Stalker

We reach my penthouse in record time. As soon as we’re inside, I activate the security systems, locking down the entire floor. She stands in the middle of the living room, arms wrapped around herself. She looks small and vulnerable, and something inside me aches to protect her.

I cross the room in three long strides, pulling her into my arms. She stiffens for a moment before melting against me, clutching at my shirt.

“You’re safe now,” I murmur into her hair. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

She pulls back slightly. “Ivan, I?—”

I don’t let her finish. The adrenaline, the fear of losing her, and the relief of having her safe in my arms all crash over me in a wave. I crush my lips against hers, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss.

Jenny responds with equal fervor, parting her lips beneath mine. She slides her hands up my chest and into my hair, pulling me closer. I groan, deepening the kiss while backing her up against the wall.

When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing heavily. Her lips are swollen, and her cheeks are flushed. She’s never lookedmore beautiful. Thinking about how close I came to losing her has me bending my head to kiss her again.

The second kiss is slower, more tender. I take my time exploring her mouth and savoring the taste of her. When we finally pull apart, she rests her forehead against mine, eyelids closed.

“Ivan...” She’s hard to hear. “What are we doing?”

It’s a question without an easy answer. I know what I want—her, in my life and by my side—but it’s not that simple. She’s still upset that I’ve been stalking her, though I consider it protection, not stalking, and I don’t know if she’ll regret it later if she gives in to passion during this surge of adrenaline now.

I briefly war with myself, but when she turns her head to kiss my neck, I surrender. I can’t deny either of us this pleasure after everything we’ve been through today. I press my body against hers, pinning her tighter to the wall as I trail kisses down her throat. She moans softly, arching into me. She feels so fucking good, and I’m already rock hard. “Jenny,” I murmur against her skin. “Tell me you want this.”

She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes. Please, Ivan. I need you.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I kiss her again, hungrily, while I unbutton her blouse. The silk rips in my haste, but she doesn’t seem to notice. I’ll buy her another. A hundred, if she wants. Inflamed, I tear it the rest of the way off her before moving to the clasps on her bra.

Her breasts spill free, and I cup them in my hands, teasing her nipples with my thumbs. She gasps, arching into me, and I break our kiss to take one rosy peak into my mouth.

“Oh, god, Ivan...”

I suck and lick at her nipple until it’s hard. I’m greedy for every sound she makes, and every reaction I can coax from her body. Then I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention. The nipple stiffens under my tongue, and Jenny writhes against me, panting.

I jerk when she runs her hand down the bulge in my pants. My cock is hard enough to skewer her to the wall, but my legs feel weak. To compromise, I lower her to the thick carpet. It’s not ideal, but I don’t want to wait any longer to be inside her.

Jenny reaches up to undo my belt buckle, but I push away her hands, wanting to undress her first. I peel off her skirt and stockings, revealing a pair of lacy black panties that match her bra, along with a garter belt. I touch her thigh, almost purring in approval. “I like this.”

She flushes. “I hate pantyhose.”

I grin. “I’m glad you do.” I run my fingers over the lace covering her mound. “This is very sexy.”

She shivers, biting her lip. “Ivan, please...”

I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly slide them down her hips. She lifts herself to help me remove them, then lies back, completely naked except for the garter belt.

She’s even more beautiful than I imagined, and I almost forget to breathe. Her skin is smooth and flawless, and her curves are perfect. Her pussy is bare, save for a small strip of dark hair. As a steady trickle of fluids leak from her, coating the curly landing strip, I moan at how wet she is. It makes my cock throb.

I quickly shed my own clothes, eager to feel her skin against mine. When I’m fully naked, I kneel between her thighs, runningmy hands over her soft flesh. Jenny watches me through half-closed eyes, her lips parted.

I lean down to kiss her deeply, letting my tongue explore her mouth. At the same time, I reach between us and stroke her clit. She moans into the kiss, arching against me. I continue to rub her clit, thrilled by how wet she is, while I kiss my way down her neck and chest, pausing to lavish attention on each nipple before moving lower.

She intercepts my head, bringing it back to her mouth. Before kissing me again, she says, “Fuck me,” making it clear she’s ready and doesn’t want more foreplay.

I shift my body so the tip of my cock is pressed against her entrance. Slowly, I begin to push inside her. She’s tight, and I’m large, so I have to go slowly to avoid hurting her. Once I’m fully seated, we both let out a sigh of relief.

We stay like that for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being joined together. Then I start to move, thrusting gently at first, then faster as she urges me on. The sensation of her hot, wet pussy enveloping my cock is exquisite. I groan, burying my face in her neck as I pound into her. She feels so good.

Too good.

“Fuck,” I say with a groan against her neck.

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