Page 9 of Stalking His Target

Okay, this is really happening.

My head’s spinning as I bring him inside. He doesn’t even mention the fact that my tiny building has an elevator, but I guess he’s been around Austin enough to not be impressed. I sure was. It was one of the reasons I rented here.

He moves fast when I unlock my door, going in ahead of me and checking each room like the cops do on TV.

“All clear,” he calls out, his voice strong and firm. I’m instantly at ease again.

“Thank you.” I marvel at his ability and the way he moves with such incredible grace for such a man of his size. “I’m just gonna shower now.”

“I’ll leave you to it. You ever need me again, you know where I live.”

He turns to go, but panic hits me, and without even thinking, I blurt out: “Can you stay?” What am I thinking? “Just until I go to work? It would make me feel…safer knowing you were out here.”

I’ve never felt like this before. Acted this way.

He’s got me in some kind of a trance. I barely know this man and yet I’m smitten. Maybe he has magic powers.

“I can do that,” he replies, taking a seat on the couch. “Don’t you worry. This place’ll be safer than Fort Knox.”

My eyes are drawn to his rough hands. His thick forearms. What does the rest of him look like? The bulge in his jeans is there again. His pupils are wide, surrounded by blue like crystal. He’s been nothing but a gentleman so far. But I can’t help feeling like he wants me. Or maybe I’m just projecting, hoping my dreams become reality.

“I won’t be long,” I stammer, trotting into the bathroom before I embarrass myself. I slam the door shut and quickly turn the water on to cover up the sound of my rapid breathing.

I’m wet. My panties are soaked as I strip them off, and my whole body is quivering, aching for the touch of his callused hand again. I can feel him out there, pulling at me like the gravity from a massive star. What will happen to me when he actually does leave, though? Will I just float away into the black void of space?

I step under the warm water and try to calm myself. But it’s no use. There’s an absolute Adonis sitting out in my livingroom, and I’m tingling all over now, possessed by the fantasies of something I’ve never even experienced.

I need to hurry up and shower so I can dry my hair and get ready for work, but there’s something I have to do first if I want to actually be able to perform my job today.

Closing my eyes, I slide my hand down between my thighs to my aching center. The explosion of sensation as I touch myself is so great that I have to stifle myself from crying out. My clit is a swollen little button of bliss, and I waste no time applying pressure, rolling my fingertips in tight circles as images of Taylor flip through my mind.

This must be done quickly. I don’t have time to lie back in bed and spend an hour dreaming of all the things I want him to do to me. I’m so turned on that it’s only seconds before I feel my orgasm approaching. I lean my head against the cool shower tiles and prepare myself…

And it’s just then that the bathroom door opens.

I nearly slip and fall as I leap up, gasping as Taylor enters. He removes his shirt, revealing ropes of tanned, chiseled muscles, far beyond anything I’d imagined. I involuntarily cover my nudity from as he advances on me.

“I’m sorry, Layla,” he says, his voice low. “I couldn’t stay outside. Not when I knew you were in here…like this.”

My heart is racing as I stand there before him, tongue frozen, eyes fixed on his broad chest as his hands move to the fly on his jeans.

“I saw the way you looked at me,” he rasps, his eyes exploring my body. “And you saw how I was looking at you. We both want this.”

He’s reading my mind again.

His magnetism is overpowering.

I take a breath to speak but swallow it when Taylor drops his pants to the floor, revealing his cock standing out straight likea thick, muscled spear, fertile veins running up the shaft to a swollen head, already dripping with pre-cum.

“Holy shit…” My legs go out from under me, but Taylor rushes forward and catches me with his buff arms, taut and sinewed like massive pythons. “Whoa, there,” he breathes. “Don’t go hurting yourself now, baby girl.”

He steps into the water with me and flattens me up against the wall. Thank God for the cool tiles because my body is on about to overheat as he presses his mouth down against mine with a deep, guttural moan. His strong hand caresses my nape as the other grips me firmly by the thigh, kneading the flesh and causing me to arch my back and press my body into his. I feel the solidity of his manhood against my stomach as he slips his tongue between my lips, caressing mine with his in a possessive embrace. I’m a rocket soaring into orbit. It’s incredible to be in his grip, to feel this alive. All I want is more. More.

I run my hands over his robust body, exploring every defined line and muscled cleft. I kiss him back with unbridled lust I didn’t know I even possessed. He slides his hand between my legs and touches me, and I break our kiss as a desperate mewl escapes my lips. My body stiffens as pleasure floods through me.

“I–I can’t believe this is happening…”

“Yes you can,” he whispers in my ear, pressing kisses down the side of my neck. “Layla, I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

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