Page 48 of Perfect Stalker

He chuckles, sitting up to remove his jacket. I grasp his tie to drag him back for a kiss before he can shed it. “Keep it on,” I tell him. “I like it.”

He raises an eyebrow but complies, loosening the knot so he can unbutton his shirt. I watch eagerly as he reveals his muscular chest. He’s broad and strong, and I can’t wait to feel his weight on top of me again. He tosses his shirt aside, then reaches for his belt.

I sit up, pushing away his hands. “Let me.”

I unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants. He helps me slide them off, along with his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, hard and ready. I wrap my hand around it, stroking slowly.

Ivan groans, closing his eyes. “Fuck, Jenny...”

I continue to stroke him, watching his face. He looks so sexy like this, lost in pleasure. I lean forward and swirl my tongue aroundthe tip of his cock. He jerks, opening his eyes to stare at me. “Jenny...”

I smile innocently. “Yes?”

He growls and grabs my hair, guiding me back to his cock. I open my mouth, taking him in. He tastes salty and musky, and I love it. I bob my head up and down, sucking and licking. Ivan groans, thrusting into my mouth. I relax my jaw, letting him fuck my face. It’s hot and dirty, and I love every second of it.

Finally, he pulls me off him, panting. “Enough. I want to be inside you.”

I lie back, spreading my legs for him.

He kneels between my thighs, stroking himself. “Are you ready for me,dorogaya?”

“Yes,” I say, breathless with anticipation.

He guides his cock to my entrance, pressing the tip against me. Then he pushes inside, filling me inch by inch. I gasp, arching against him. He feels so good, so right.

He groans. “You’re so tight.”

“Ivan...” I cling to him, overwhelmed by the sensations. He grips me tightly, first my hips, and then he puts one hand around my throat. I still for a second, though my lower body continues to thrust, rising to take his cock as he plunges into my pussy.

“Mine,” he says again, his tone rough, but his expression gentle. His hold tightens just a bit.

I shiver, mesmerized by the sight of him above me, dominating me. “Yours.”

He pulls me up, still holding my throat. “Kiss me,” he commands.

I obey, meeting his lips in a fierce kiss. He devours me, claiming me with his mouth as he claimed me with his cock. I surrender willingly, giving myself over to him completely. When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing heavily. He rests his forehead against mine, gazing into my eyes. “Jenny...”

“I’m yours,” I say voluntarily, reveling in his snug hold around my neck. Like a collar. A mark of his possession. We’re not into BDSM, and it’s never appealed to me, but surrendering to him feels completely right and natural. “Only yours.”

He curses softly in Russian before releasing my throat. It’s just so he can grasp my hips, and he starts to absolutely pound me. I’m thrusting frantically to meet him too, wanting to feel him come inside me again. It’s intoxicating, and neither one of us bothered with a condom.

“I’m going to come, Ivan.” I warn him, but I don’t slow down.

“Come for me,dorogaya,” he says, his voice strained. “Come on my cock.”

I do, crying out his name as the waves of pleasure crash over me. I expect him to come inside me again, so when he tries to pull out without finishing, I instinctively tighten my thighs and inner muscles.

“Naughty girl,” he says with a laugh, though he’s clearly struggling for control. “We shouldn’t take such risks.”

I grumble but relax so he can pull out. His cock is throbbing, and he doesn’t even have to touch himself. As soon as the head rests on my belly, he starts to spurt all over me. When hefinishes, he collapses beside me, panting. His expression is open and vulnerable, and there’s something even more intimate about him coming on my stomach than inside me.

He starts rubbing the cum into my skin, marking me. I should find it gross, but instead, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I’ve never felt so desired or cherished.

“Mine,” he says again, softer now.

“Yours,” I agree, leaning in for another kiss.

We lie in silence for a bit, basking in the afterglow. Eventually, Ivan speaks. “I need to tell you something.”

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