Page 15 of Stalking His Target

I know it was silly of me to put on this lace bra and these cute panties when he’s just going to take them off me in two seconds,but I wanted to look sexy for him. I wanted to send a message and prepare him for what’s about to happen, and unless I’m completely reading him wrong, he’s picking up on it.

Taylor carries me into the bathroom and holds me with one arm as he uses his other to turn on the shower. Just the sound of the water excites me, like some Pavlovian response to stimuli. I’m conditioned now. The sound of the shower makes me think about being ravaged by my man. And as he begins stripping me down to my birthday suit, I know it’s going to be much easier to tell him what I have to say.

“You should wear this for me again,” he growls as I unbutton his shirt and reach for his belt. “Next time, you can leave it on the entire time.”

“Your wish is my command, Daddy,” I whisper as his pants drop to the floor. He’s already hard, which mirrors how wet I am for him. The two of us are just insatiable. Our desire for each other seems to grow with every passing day.

I gasp as he pulls me into the shower, and without hesitating, slides his cock inside me. I wince at the same stretch I always feel. I doubt I’ll ever get used to his enormous girth, but the flood of pleasure that comes next washes away any momentary discomfort, and then I’m panting fast and heavy as he rams his hips into me.

My thighs tremble violently as the fiery, tingling sensation between my legs spreads to my core. I’m already on the verge of climax. I’ve been waiting for my man to come home all day, and I’ve been thinking about this for hours.

It’s time to tell him.

I can’t prepare him any more than I already have.

“Taylor,” I mewl, my heart ready to explode from within my chest. “I want to go off birth control for you. I want you to put a baby inside me.”

There. I’ve thrown down the metaphorical gauntlet. I close my eyes and focus on not coming until he’s given me his response.

He pauses his thrusts, but I swear I feel him grow even thicker. I’m being stretched beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. My legs are burning as I hold myself up, bursting with anticipation.

Taylor is silent.

Oh, God. Have I said the wrong thing?

But then, he leans closer and traces my bottom lip with his tongue. “Now you’re speaking my language, sweetheart.”

Taylor’s voice fixes everything, and I immediately go off. My entire body convulses as an orgasm rocks me like an earthquake. Taylor explodes inside me, coating me with his warm and sticky seed. I gently close my teeth against the base of his neck and rock with him, giving myself over to the mutual ecstasy of our shared moment.

I didn’t ruin us. Thank God.

“Go off the pill,” he growls, rutting the last of his spend into my hole. He presses his palm against my belly and lets his lips graze gently against mine. “I can’t wait to see this grow as my child grows.”

I’m mesmerized by his words. I can’t believe a man like Taylor works construction when he could make a fortune as a writer. He moves his hand up to my breast and squeezes. “And these too, of course.”

We both laugh. Our mouths tangle with each other as we passionately kiss, hungrily, his strong fingers threading through my hair as he grips me tight, signaling his complete ownership over me as a woman.

“You’re so strong, Daddy,” I whimper, so aware of my size compared to his. “I love how small you make me feel.”

Taylor simply smiles. I pull back and force him to look at me. Again, I can’t explain what I see in his eyes, but I’m convinced there’s something there.

“Taylor. Are yousureyou’re all right? Did something happen at work today? Was someone injured?”

“No, sweetheart.” He shakes his head. “I’m fine.”

“You’d tell me, right? You wouldn’t just lie to protect me or something.”

Again, a pause. “I would tell you if something happened at work, baby. Maybe I’m just tired.”

“I see…”

He hungrily grabs my ass and squeezes, hard enough to cause me to squeal. “Tired because I have an insatiable girl who constantly wants to ride my hard cock!”

I burst out into a fit of giggles and wrap my arms around his strong neck as the warm water showers down onto us. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why it sounded like I doubted you. I know you wouldn’t lie to me.”

“Of course not,” Taylor replies, gracing my neck with his lips, sending a wonderful shiver through me. “I could never lie to you, sweet thing.”

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