Page 28 of Stalker's Valentine

My dick sprung out, the tip sticky and glossy. The fucker was a ruddy red color straining with need. I spit on my hand, wrapped it around my shaft, and squeezed. The wetness coated around my palm, and my nose flared.

I picked up the satiny top and brought it up to my nose. Breathing in deeply, I groaned loudly, not worried about anyone hearing me. It smelled just like her and made the images in my mind come to life. Scarlett wearing this little getup and stepping into her room while I waited for her.

My hand shuttled up and down my length. Her tits would bounce with pretty, little dark nipples poking through as if begging for my attention. Just like they had the night before. Just like they had been when I’d stepped into her bedroom to watch her sleep.

I opened my eyes and saw them.

The cute little panties were right on top of the matching shorts. Like an animal, I picked them up and wrapped them around my length. My gaze was pinned on my cock, knowing that was the same fabric that had touched her most intimate parts.Was she wet?Fuck, I’d bet my entire bank account she’d been dripping for me. I’d make sure of it once I finally had my hands on her. I’d tease her. Make her feel so damn good, I’d drive her crazy for me. Addicted to my touch.

Another visual popped up. One where I’d have her pull those shorts and panties just below her plump ass cheeks. Keeping her thighs shut, I’d rub the crown of my dick against her pretty little swollen clit. Tease both of us by rubbing it back and forth until I splashed my seed all over her pussy.

“Fuck!” I strained through my teeth as sweat rolled down my neck. My hand pumped back and forth, my head coming up with one filthy scenario after another. It didn’t take long before I was shooting my fucking load all over her cotton panties. Breathing heavily, I wiped my dick clean, making sure I left that cum on the gusset of her panties before breathing in the camisole again.

It’d taken the edge off. It might have relaxed me just a little, but I knew I didn’t have much control left.

I needed her.

And soon.

scarlett

. . .

I walkedinto my place and immediately knew something was wrong.

Not that anything looked like it had been moved out of place. It hadn’t. Everything was like I’d left it. But my gut was yelling at me that something was wrong. I tried to ignore it and set my purse on the couch like I usually did before turning the lights on. I kicked off my shoes and put them against the door, but something made me stay where I was.

I stood in the darkness of my living room and waited. I wasn’t sure why, but I couldn’t get myself to turn on the lights. I was being ridiculous. Nothing was wrong.

You’re being paranoid,I thought to myself.

Just as I was about to turn the light on, I heard it. A deep guttural sound. One that had me gasp and quickly reach for my purse and get out, slamming the door behind me. Did an animal get inside? We lived on a damn mountain, so it was possible. Or could it have been my secret admirer? Maybe they weren’t as innocent as I’d thought. I took my phone out and didn’t think. Sheer instinct made me press the call button for the one person I felt safe with.

“Hello.” Merritt’s voice sounded deeper, slightly winded. If I hadn’t been so scared, I would have asked about it.

“I think there’s someone at my house,” I blurted in a whisper. My hands shook while I held my phone to my ear.

“Where are you?” he asked in a hushed tone. Shit, was he in a meeting? Or a video call?Or with someone?

“Home. Outside.”

“Shit. Get in your car, and I’ll be right there,” he vowed, and just like that, even though I was scared, I knew everything would be okay. Merritt would make it okay. It was crazy, but I believed it like I knew my name.

“Okay,” I followed his instructions. He hung up when I promised him the car was locked. Then I waited. I wasn’t sure how long it was before he showed up, but when he did, he came straight to my car. When I opened the door, I got out and launched myself at him.

“Fuck, cutie, are you okay?” he asked. Worry dripped from his voice.

“Yeah,” I muttered against his chest.

“You’re shaking, Scarlett.” I couldn’t get myself to stop. Fear and adrenaline sat heavy in my veins.

“What if it’s someone or something in my house?”

“Shh,” he soothed. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I don’t know, Merri. Should we call the cops?”

“Relax. Did you see anything? Anyone?” He pulled me back to look me in the eyes. If I had my wits about me, I would have noticed something there. Something different. Almost like guilt. I shook my head, trying to stop my body from trembling.

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