Page 8 of Stalking My Stalker

We come together like something out of a sick and twisted fairy tale.

And then, to top it all off, he twists my face to his and kisses me.

His lips envelop mine, and without hesitation, he presses his tongue into my mouth. It’s like he wants to devour me. Eat up every little morsel of my being so no other man can ever have me. His embrace is so fierce with passion it’s frightening, and that only intensifies my release, skyrocketing me to a peak I never knew I could reach. His cock pulses a final time, filling me with his spend. Solidity begins to return to my head, and Parker delicately pulls back his kiss.

“Shhhh,” he whispers, sending a shiver through me.

And just like that, he pulls out of me, leaving me vacant and lost. Yearning for him to lie back down on top of me and fill me up again. And again. And again.

The sound of him zipping up his pants is like a jump-scare out of a scary movie. This time, I can’t hide my gasp. And despite knowing better, I open my eyes just in time to see him turn away from the bed and slip back out the window like a trained assassin.

My heart flutters and dances. This isn’t just a crush I have. I’ve lost it.

I want to scream at him to come back.

I push myself up on one elbow and see wet marks on my pillow. I reach up and touch my face and realize I’ve been crying. Tears of ecstasy. Of joy. Parker gave me everything I wanted and more. But why do I need this? Why don’t I just want it normal like every other girl?

“Come back…” I whimper, my sex throbbing in rhythm with my heart. Blissful aftershocks of the most important night of my life.

I collapse back into bed, clutching my pillow to my chest while I stare up at the ceiling, overwhelmed with giddiness. I smile and continue to cry.

Smiling and crying. Two things that don’t normally go together. Then again, neither do sleeping and sex. But that sure as hell worked out, didn’t it?

4

PARKER

I may be at work,but my mind is at Ali’s.

Last night was life-changing. I tried to restrain myself for as long as I could–be the nice normal man that I pretend to be here in Gatree–but in the end, the devil inside me won out. I took her. I claimed her as mine. I deflowered her ripe little virgin pussy, and when I felt her cherry break, it was like I’d somehow clawed my way into heaven.

She has no idea, but I filmed my cock parting those delicious little pussy lips and slipping inside her so I would have a physical copy on my phone of her first penetration. I was right about her being a virgin. I knew it deep down in my soul, and feeling her juicy hymen surrender to my crown was glorious confirmation.

The contrast between her divine beauty and depraved soul is shocking. Me, I’m all tatted up, my body adorned with scars from knives and bullets. But Ali, she’s pure beauty incarnate. Yet like me, she has a devil in her mind.

I crept into her room, and she lay still. I peeled back her sheets, and she didn’t move. I pulled down her shorts, and she tilted her hips ever so slightly to assist me, spreading her legs just enough to give me a perfect view of her tiny pink slit.

What a delicious little nymphet. She loves our little game just like I do. Who knows how many suitors she turned down before giving herself over to me? A girl like her in a tiny town like this? The boys must have been drooling over her since before they could even drive.

My eyes are glued to my phone screen, watching in slow motion as my cock slides in and out of her pussy, her glistening lips clutching my shaft in a desperate attempt to keep me inside her. I can’t believe she took it so deep her first time. She’s like a drug, and I’m in the throes of addiction. I haven’t stopped fantasizing about her since the moment I left. I barely even had time to break her in, and she still somehow managed to take every one of my nine inches.

Girl, you can’t even imagine the places I’m going to go with you…

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Janice’s voice makes me jump, and I quickly lock my phone and stuff it in the pocket of my suit jacket.

“Jesus, Janice. Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on a person?”

She laughs and drags a palm across my shoulder. “I figured you would have heard me–walking in these heels isn’t exactly quiet.”

Her eyes indicate the pair of bright red heels she’s wearing. I can’t lie. Most men would most definitely go for Janice. And back in the day, maybe I would have too. Not for any kind of relationship, but maybe just a one-off.

But not anymore. There’s only one girl in the world for me, and her name is Ali.

“Sorry. Guess I was spaced out.” I turn away and take my phone back out, trying to make it obvious that I am not in the mood to deal with her right now. Thankfully, she takes the hint and walks back to her desk. I hear her mutter something pissy under her breath before she sits down, but I don’t give a shit.Whether or not she thinks I’m a nice guy couldn’t concern me less. As a matter of fact, my life would be easier if she thought I was a jerk and stopped hitting on me.

I open my phone and pull up the video again. A simple twenty-second video from last night of me fucking Ali has my cock instantly engorged. Next time, I need to bring more cameras. I need multiple angles so I can admire every inch of her perfection when I’m not with her. Being away from her is physically killing me. My whole body aches. It’s like my skull is being squeezed in a vise. A handful of Ibuprofen did absolutely nothing to dull the persistent agony.

Somehow, I manage to make it through the rest of the day without my heart caving in. I jerk off in the bathroom twice, but those two heavy releases do nothing to dull the insatiable lust raging through me. Last night with Ali was just an appetizer. My first taste of her was sweet, but now the beast has been let out of its cage. The poor girl has absolutely no idea what I have in store for her.

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