Page 11 of Stalking His Target

“You love it now, don’t you, Layla?”

“Yes.”

He smiles and caresses my breasts with his rough hand, reminding me of his strength and ability. He snatches my ass with the other and ruts deep inside, groaning in my ear as I feel myself approaching the precipice once more.

“I don’t believe in coincidences, Layla. Or accidents. I believe I wasmeantto save you from those men. I believe you and I are meant to be together. Don’t you?”

He’s conquering me. And I love it.

“Yes,” I mewl, tracing the slabs of muscle on his back with my fingertips. “You were meant to save me.”

His chest swells. His eyes narrow with intensity.

Something else inside me awakens. A lust I’ve never felt until now. I can’t quite wrap my head around it. I don’t even know what to do with it, but I don’t have to. Taylor is in charge. He knows. All I need to do is submit while he presses his lips across my cheeks, neck and breasts, while he spreads me wide and delivers every inch of his cock into my soaked valley, while he fucks me hard like he’s possessed by me somehow. And simply allowing myself to become his slave sends me right over the edge.

“I’m coming!”

He grips me harder as I go off. I feel his cock flex within me.

“So am I.”

I should panic. I’m not on the pill, and he’s going to shoot inside me.

But I don’t panic. In fact, I welcome it.

My orgasm ignites and explodes like a thousand fireworks and is instantly amplified by the hot sensation of Taylor’s strong, sticky seed erupting from the crown of his cock. His body grinds hard against mine as he coats my walls with his load, his shaft flexing over and over, again and again as I contract down on him, the both of us rocking together in unfathomable ecstasy. His strong arms snare me in an enamored embrace as we both begin to come back to our senses.

“What a good little girl,” he pants. “Coming like that for your daddy.”

My ovaries scream once more.

Procreation instincts flare deep down in my core.

Daddy.

No one has ever called himself that around me, and if you’d asked me up until now how I’d feel about it, I would have said it probably would have given me the ick. But not now. Not this time. Now I’m licking my lips while I sob my eyes out and hisspend drips out of me, rolling down my thighs until it’s washed away by the water raining down on both of us.

“Yes, Daddy.” The word coming out of my mouth is somehow even hotter. “That was incredible.”

I’ve found him. A man I can truly give myself over to.

I feel his smile in his kiss at the base of my neck.

“You know what I just remembered?” I ask him, slumping my head down on his muscled shoulder.

“What’s that, sweet thing?”

I almost laugh at how ridiculous it is. “I have to go to work soon.”

4

TAYLOR

TWO WEEKS LATER…

I’m in deep.I’m drowning.

I’ve lost perspective, and now I don’t think I’ll be able to get myself out.

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