Page 21 of Stalking the Bride

Her sex appeal is overwhelming. If we had more time and were somewhere more private, I’d spin her onto my lap and set her down on my cock. But for now, this is all about her.

I reach into her shirt, kneading the flesh of her plump tits as her breaths grow short and quick. She clutches my shoulders with her hands and bites down harder. I feel my skin break but ignore the pain. I’ve gone through worse for far worse reasons,and I’d go to hell and back for Belle. The wetness dripping from her cunt coats my fingers, electrifying me as if the voice of Satan himself was urging me to take her right here and fuck her raw in front of everybody.

“I–I’m coming, Conrad,” Belle moans, moving up and planting kisses all over my neck as a shake crashes through her body and she grips me tightly as if holding on for dear life. I slip a finger down and press it inside her just to feel her little fuck hole contracting in rhythm with the little moans dripping from her mouth. Her hot breath against my ear is like the hand of pure beauty and kindness, filling me with possessive thoughts and selfish greed.

She starts to come down, and like a man possessed, I slip my hand from her pants and plunge my fingers directly into my mouth, sucking her slick from my skin like it’s the sweetest nectar in the universe. Belle’s eyes go wide as she pants, clutching my shirt, still writhing from the aftershocks that have her body quivering.

“Your pussy is so much better than my snow cone, angel.” We’ve risen past the peak of the Ferris wheel now and are on our way down. Still, I take her hand and move it to my bulge, squeezing her fingers around my terrible excitement. “See what happens when I’m around you? I’m always hard. And it’s all your fault.”

“Fitch would never say things like this to me,” she whispers nervously. Just hearing his name causes my insides to burn. “He’d never…lick his fingers like that either.”

So much for teaching Belle what her future husband will want from her. I can’t keep up the act any longer. I need to make my move. I need to finally tell her everything. Lay all my cards on the table and see how she reacts. She’ll forgive me for lying, the stalking, the bomb threat, right? Of course she will.

Won’t she?

I don’t know if I will be able to survive if she doesn’t.

“No, angel.” I shake my head at her. “Fitch wouldn’t. But I would. What does that mean to you?”

She blinks back at me, her mind spinning. We’ve nearly reached the pier now and are about to be unloaded. If only we could keep this ride up forever–just me and her.

“It means…you really like me?” she finally asks. God, she’s so sweet.

The ride stops, and the operator opens our door to let us out. We step off together, and I take her hand in mine.

“Like you, Belle? That’s one way of putting it. Another way would be that I’m infatuated. Smitten. Enamored.” I fix my eyes on hers, noting the light layer of perspiration on her rosy cheeks, the gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. “Should I go through the thesaurus for all the other words defining my level of obsession with you, angel?”

I’m treading on thin ice speaking to Belle like this. It’s dangerous. One false step and I’ll expose myself as her stalker. But I have to tell her. She needs to know if we’re going to move forward.

“No. I think I understand…Daddy.” She purrs, ducking beneath my arm, nuzzling close like we’re the happiest couple. As we walk down the pier, even surrounded by all these people, my desire is still raging for her. Bellemustbe mine forever. Always.

Oh, sweet thing. You have no idea.

“I wish you did,” I admit. “But even before the bomb threat, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Thinking of you alone at your house, away from my protection, resting your head on your cute little pink pillowcases–it made me feel inadequate. Like I was slacking in my ability to protect you. But if I have you with me twenty-four-seven, that will never be a problem.”

Everything tenses as I realize I’ve just slipped up.Pink pillowcases.I was so caught up in articulating my fantasy about her that I said something I shouldn’t have. But it doesn’t seem like Belle has caught on as she looks over my shoulder and points with glee.

“Oh, they have one of those punch machines, Conrad!” she squeals, hopping forward and pulling me along with her. “You should try it! I’msureyou could break the record!”

I chuckle as I let go of her hand and begin to loosen up my shoulder. “You think so?”

“Iknowso.” Her smile is infectious.

I pull her close, acutely concerned that I may have just blown my cover, panicked that I’ll be losing her soon. My pulse is throbbing. My body is burning for her. I’m sweating like I just fucked her hard for hours, and as I lean in and press my forehead to hers, the feelings only intensify.

“Are you sure, angel? You felt how hard I am right now. I doubt I’ll be able to swing my fist like I normally can. What I can do is take you into the shadows behind one of these shops, pin you up against the wall, and put my cock back where it belongs–inside you.” Belle lets out a soft breath as I discretely slip my hand between her legs. I can feel her wetness through the thin fabric of her pants that hides her sweet teenage pussy. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fitch would never do something like that to you. But I would.”

Belle’s only reply is a nod, her teeth closed gently around her bottom lip. “Yes, Daddy. I’d like that. But you know what else Fitch would never do?”

“What’s that?” I ask.

Again, she points to the punch game machine. “He would never break the high score on that.”

I chuckle, reach into my pocket, and find a dollar to feed into the machine. “You like a strong man, don’t you?” She nods, adorable and innocent. My God, I’m going to corrupt her.

With a smile, I turn to the machine, twist my arm a few times to prepare, then put a full-force punch into the bag that would obliterate any man it connected with. The foam bag snaps back, and the counter begins to rise, the numbers ticking up and up before finally topping out at 998. Bells and whistles go off, and the machine announces:New High Score!

“Well, I guess you were right.” I smile and turn back to face Belle, but where she was standing, there is now a family of three. A mom, a dad, and a little boy eating an ice cream cone. I quickly glance to my left, to my right, but Belle is gone.

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