Page 6 of Stalk of the Town

I offered him my hand, trying hard not to overthink that I’d come all over his leaves and I hadn’t known his name. “How long have you been…” I tilted my head to get a better look at his face. “Stalking me?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed repeatedly, then he licked at his lips, the enormous hands at his sides clenching.He’s got too many clothes on.

Have I now?I answered, finding the situation amusing and arousing. I ignored the fact he hadn’t taken my offered hand.

His wide chest shuddered as I reached for the hem of my T-shirt, then I had another thought at how I liked to be in charge. “Take them off me then.”

Ohhhh yes.

I folded my lips together to stop the grin from appearing at his response.

He came forward hesitantly, looked me up and down, then got on his knees.

His head reached my shoulders, and I giggled. “You’re really big…” I shivered in excitement. “All over.”

He hesitated, looking at his enormous hands, uncertainty once more coming from him. “I… I-I…”

Nervousness seemed to affect his speaking, except when he was doing it in his head.If it works to talk to me this way, why don’t you try that?

Okay…His fingers brushed against my skin, and warmth spread up my torso. He groaned all inside my head, coming closer to me, and he tucked his fingers under the hem of my T-shirt and eased it up my body. Shivery delight ran through me as I held his gaze until he tugged it over my head, being ever so careful. When our eyes clashed together again, all I wanted was for him to kiss me. He wanted it too, but he would never take without being told he could. My heart did a big somersault and landed right at the big stalk’s feet.

He was perfect.

I inched closer, bent my knees a little and cupped his cheeks. The bristles were soft against my palms. “I’m gonna kiss you and do whatever I want.”

Please.

Heck yeah. I didn’t think about the fact I was an omega or that he was an alpha, just that Fate had given me my wonderful stalk. I took a second to watch how his eyelids dipped, and his nostrils flared as I slowly came forward to press my lips to his.

Full and fleshy, they tasted like the sweetest fruit. His lips trembled as I traced my tongue over the seam, encouraging him to part them. When he did, I delved right in, swallowing his shuddery moan. He didn’t move, remaining as he was for me to plunder his mouth.

My tented cock pressed against the wall of solid muscle as I came closer, the desire building inside me.You need to get naked. I wanna rub my body against yours.

Chapter Seven

Goliath

His words ran through my mind, and his lips devouring mine were enough to make me feel like I might embarrass myself any second. Panting, I tugged backward in fright of that happening and met his stare with a wide-eyed one.

Back was the wicked, sexy smile, and my cock throbbed painfully. He let go of my cheeks to run his hands down the front of my shirt, flicking the buttons open as he went. Meanwhile, I was trying hard not to hyperventilate and come in my pants. “Do as I say, my hunk of gorgeousness, and strip.” His fingers had reached the belt at my waist, and I was back to panting.

I… oh god.I groaned at how he handled my cock before I could gather my thoughts to do as he wanted.

His fingers looked so tiny trying to stretch around my girth. It took both hands to circle my dick, and I struggled to meet his gaze, terrified my size would put him off.

I’m not put off at all.

I focused my attention on him, my mouth not working to form any words that would come out sounding sensible.

Remember, you can talk to me this way if it’s easier, he encouraged, though it was impossible to figure what I should be saying with those nimble fingers touching me.

You’re not put off?Was that the right question? I groaned, shivering from root to tip.

You were made for me.His fingers traveled down my length, running over the head, smearing my custard before bringing them to his lips to suck them clean. The sounds he made added to the feverish need inside me.

“You taste sooo good.” As if to prove his point, he smacked his lips together. Then he twirled the wet fingers over the wide head once more, gathering my leaking custard, making my thighs quiver when I watched him suck them back into his mouth with a low hum of approval.

When they popped back out, he let go of my cock, and I whimpered at the loss of his touch with how he made my lower body ache for more. “It’s alright, don’t fret. I’m gonna give you everything you want.”

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