Page 27 of Stalking the Bride

I do.

I slide into her without hesitation, pinning her to the tree as I spear into her breach. I piston deep, clenching my teeth together as I feel her wetness, her tightness, her warmth. She grips my waist with her soft hands, pulling me into her like she’s challenging me to let it all out on her. And God, do I ever.

I pound in and out of her like I’m possessed. This isn’t just about sex. It’s about solidifying our bond. It’s about couplingwith my angel. It’s about finally being able to be my manic self around her and no longer needing to hide it.

“This is who I really am, Belle,” I grunt in her ear as I slam into her. “You don’t know how hard it’s been to restrain myself.”

The grip of her tight little cunt on my cock is sweet and dangerous, amplified by the intensity of the connection growing between us, like a chain being forged link by link with each slam of a massive hammer.Myhammer.

“You love that I am obsessed with you,” I snarl, slipping both hands up her shirt to cup her perky, bountiful breasts, fighting to not give in to the overwhelming pleasure of her dripping pussy. “Aren’t you, angel?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, wrapping her thin arms around my broad shoulders and neck. “You make me feel special, Conrad. Wanted.” She leans her head forward, and I feel the warm wet of her lips against my skin. “You gave me something no one ever has, daddy. The way you care, coveted me, devoted yourself to me. You changed me. There’s no going back for me now.”

Her words are driving me crazy–even more crazy than I already am. And she’s fucking me back, grinding her hips into mine with every stroke I give her, taking every inch I have with ripe passion.

Am I right for her? I can’t say.

Can I live without her? Definitely not.

Belle is right. There is no going back from this. And I may be a twisted individual, owned by this angelic woman, or I might be just the right guy for her and her mutual malady. Maybe we’re two puzzle pieces who simply needed to find each other, and the rest of our lives together will be pure dark magic.

My angel’s body is shaking now, signaling to me that she’s close. I grab both of her legs and lift her, wrapping them around my waist, holding her up against the tree as I speed up my strokes, taking absolutely no mercy on her juicy little cunt. Igrip her breasts so hard she squeals in pain, but I silence her by devouring her mouth with mine, pressing my tongue against hers in a dance of passion.

Then suddenly, a dull explosion bursts in my ear, accompanied by a ringing sound, and I realize she’s slapped me hard and has a grip on my hair. “I’m coming, D-daddy,” she whines adorably, her voice a twist mix of pleasure and pain as I maintain my grip on her tits. “Come with me.”

I do as I’m told and let spray my biggest load yet, filling her channel with my spend as she’s overtaken with a quivering orgasm that causes her thighs to vise around my waist as she hangs on for dear life, the bark of the tree no doubt biting into her back as she pants sexy little moans into my ear. We come down gasping, panting, lost in each other’s eyes, and I remain hard within her as I whisper to her, “I love you, Belle.”

“I love you too, Conrad.”

I take a full breath, filling my lungs with truth, honesty, and the bliss of the moment. I have no idea how we’re going to sort this mess out, or what kind of damage this will cause me in my professional life, but I do know one thing: With Belle by my side, I can do anything. And I cannot wait to begin my life with her.

EPILOGUE

BELLE

Five years later…

I look downat my phone and the little red dot signifying the location of my husband. Conrad installed this app for me when he first went back to work.“This way, I’ll never truly be away from you,”he told me. One look at it makes me feel so much more secure, watching the dot move around, letting me know he’s okay. At the same time, though, it fires me up, gets a hot feeling moving inside of me–that same hot feeling that led to our two children, Jane and Tom.

Once it became official that my wedding to Fitch was off, shit really hit the fan. First, my parents tried contacting me to let me know Ihadto marry him, but their threats of cutting me off were no longer truly threats. I had Conrad to take care of me, and he let them know that they needed to back off, and if they contacted me again, he would give them a response they would not like. I haven’t heard from or seen them since.

Fitch was also not happy. He felt that being rejected by me, a “woman of inferior birth,” was an insult to his character and made him look bad to all his rich buddies. So he triedconfronting me once when I went out on some errands. Little did he know, Conrad was tailing me from a safe distance. He moved in on Fitch with such speed and intensity that I was sure he was going to kill him. But he didn’t. He simply let him know that it was in his own best interest to back off. And he did. I haven’t heard from him either.

I glance up at the security camera in the corner of the room and wink. I know Conrad is watching me now. He’s always watching, monitoring, protecting. Even if he’s not always beside me, I feel safe. He would never let anything happen to me.

I bite my lower lip seductively, twisting my thighs against each other as I lift my shirt to show him my breasts. My nipples are already hard, and I lick my finger and gently circle each of them, wishing it was his tongue. Our sex life is impossibly incredible. Off the charts amazing. Whoever said getting married is a death sentence to life in the bedroom clearly never met us.

My phone vibrates, and I open a text from Conrad that reads:Just wait until I get home.

My center tingles, and I realize how vacant I feel without him inside me. It’s only been since this morning when he left, but now that it’s past dinner and I just put the kids down, I’m reaching desperation mode.

When will that be?I text back.

Soon,he writes.Don’t start without me ;)

Again, I look up at the camera and ever so slowly peel aside my panties to give him just a glimpse of what he has to look forward to when he gets home. I’m already hot just thinking about it. And I run my finger up my slit, wetting it, then close my lips around the tip and suck off my arousal. I can just picture him right now, standing guard, his cock swelling beneath his tight briefs and thick jeans. I know he loves watching me whenI’m like this. It gets him so horny, which is just how I want him when he walks through that door.

He and I are the only ones who can get through that door. Only we have the keycards and passcodes requires. Our entire home is like that. As soon as we bought it, Conrad worked with a contractor to turn it into a safehouse–a place where our family would be forever secure. Unharmed.

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