Page 10 of Stalking His Target

His words nearly level me. He can’t possibly mean that. I’m nowhere near Taylor’s league.

“I’ve never even done this before,” I confess, sure his next move will be to release me and step back in shock and horror. But to my surprise, he stares deep into my eyes as if he’s attempting to peer directly into my soul.

“You’re not serious.”

I try to look away, but he stops me with his hand. “I am,” I sigh. “I get it. You don’t want to do this anymore.”

A low laugh escapes his lips, and he grips my ass tight with both hands and pulls me closer, sliding his hard cock between my legs.

“Are you joking, Layla? Now I want you more. I want to be the first man to claim you and the last to ever have you.” His fingers spread my folds, and I feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance, taking my breath away. “Say yes.”

I swallow hard. “Yes.”

“Atta girl.”

Something about giving myself to him out loud thrills me and lights up an unknown part of me I never even knew existed. I brace myself, expecting him to thrust inside, but that’s not what happens. Taylor drops before me and presses his lips against my sex, his hands gripping my thighs tightly like he’s trying to keep me from running away. And that’s a good thing, because when I feel his tongue against my clit, my whole body is raked with a spasm of pleasure.

“Oh my God!” I cry out.

“I knew you’d taste delicious,” he growls, burying his face in my slick channel. “I could die here, you know? It would take the entire United States Military to get me out from between your legs, gorgeous.”

His words are like golden poetry. I white-knuckle the shower curtain as he licks me. Thank God Tasha and I went to see Kandis, our gal at the waxing studio, just two days ago. I can’t imagine how embarrassed I’d be if he’d felt a single hair down there.

But it’s such a massive turn-on feeling his beard hairs against my inner thighs…

I have no experience to compare this to, yet I know I’m the luckiest woman in the world right now. Taylor absolutely knowswhat he’s doing, and there’s not an ounce of jealousy in my mind as he applies pressure to my bits. He’s a machine of masculinity. Chivalrous and filthy. It’s like he’s worshipping me as he looks up with those gorgeous blues, his wet skin gleaming, his tongue stimulating my clit with every hungry stroke.

“Oh my God…Oh my God…”

I don’t even know what to say. I don’t even know how I’m standing. I can barely find the cognition to breathe as my legs begin to shake from my impending release. I am right on the precipice and use all the remaining strength I have to brace myself. But that’s when Taylor pulls back. Removes his mouth from my lips. I gasp in shock and loss, but it’s only momentary. He rises up, parts my valley with his cock, and with a single thrust, pushes inside me.

And just like that, my whole world changes.

My legs instinctively clamp down, but he forces them apart, driving his erection deep like he’s trying to split me in half. A ring of pain stings me, and my head begins to spin. “It’s okay, sweet thing. You just have to get used to it. Once you do, you’ll be in heaven.”

“Yeah?” I whimper.

“Oh, yeah. And then you’ll be blowing up my cell daily, begging for every inch of this cock.”

My God, he’s speaking like he stepped out of a porno.

His words should offend me. So why am I getting even more turned on?

I let go of the curtain rod and wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, trying my best to relax my center and accept his thickness. His domination. His possession. That’s it. He’s made a woman out of me. Nothing will ever be the same.

His breaths come harder now, faster, as he withdraws and slams back into me, creating loud slapping sounds that make it clear he owns me now. “Your hole is so fucking tight,sweetheart,” he rasps, tilting his hips up and making my eyes go wide. “You really are a virgin, aren’t you?”

I nod, feeling my eyes starting to tear up. “Yes.”

“Well, youwere,” Taylor corrects himself. “Now you’re mine.”

Yes, I belong to him now. The realization hits me, and that’s when the tears spill from my eyes.

Thank God we’re in the shower, or he would see them streaking down my cheeks.

I’m not upset, and I don’t want him to think I am. I’m just overwhelmed with emotion. I thought I would never be able to trust a man again. Never be able to give myself over to one. And then Taylor crashed into my life like a meteor and saved me from a terrible fate. He made me a woman. He’s filling more than the hole between my legs; he’s filling the holes in my heart. And with each thrust, he drives more courage into me. Along with a hefty dose of intense pleasure.

I feel warmth and tingling deep inside, right up by my cervix as the pain subsides and is replaced by smooth, sparkling delight. I push my hips back into him, and he laps at my lips like a hungry animal.

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