Page 121 of Hayden's Stalker

I pull my hand out of her pants, place both of my hands on her hips, and spin her to face the vanity. I take her hands in mine, and my hard body presses up against her soft one as I reach forward to place her hands on the vanity in front of us, forcing her to bend over in front of me as I do. She pants for breath as I reach around her waist and unbutton her jeansbefore I slide both them and her underwear down to her ankles. I slide two fingers inside her again as I use my other hand to reach under her top.

Gun.

My whole body stiffens as my fingers touch the cold metal of her gun. It’s a reminder of the fact I have a stalker and that she’s my bodyguard, but then I look at her in the mirror and forget all of that as my fingers make their way up to her breasts.

I reach under her bra and find her taut nipple, running my thumb over it as she moans again.

“Look at me.”

She immediately snaps her gaze up to look at me in the mirror. I smile at her, pleased by the way she followed my instruction even though it’s been a long,longtime since I’ve had anyone sub for me.

It’s magnificent to watch her face as I fuck her with my fingers, with the mewling noises of pleasure that she makes, and the way she grinds her hips against my fingers. I finger her until I can sense that she’s on the verge of orgasm before I pull my hand out from under her top and pull my towel off, revealing my stiff erection. I almost come immediately from the sound of the groan Tati makes when she sees my cock.

“One second,” I tell her as I realize that we’ll need to use protection.

I stride into the bedroom and grab a condom out of my wallet before I walk back into the bathroom. I stroke my cock in one hand as I rip the condom open with my teeth and roll the condom onto my cock.

I position myself behind her, place a hand on her hip, and use my other hand to guide myself into her pussy. All the time that I’ve spent fantasizing about this woman andnothingcompares to the sensation of sliding my cock into her.

“Oh, fuck, you feel better than I imagined,” I groan.

“I could definitely say the same,” Tati pants.

I lean forward and kiss her neck softly before I stand back up, grab hold of her hips, and begin to fuck her. She closes her eyes, hiding her ecstasy from my view, and I immediately dislike the loss of connection with her.

“Look at me,” I tell her.

To my satisfaction, she opens her eyes, and I’m treated to the pleasure of watching her again. Any time she closes her eyes, I instruct her to open them again because I won’t allow her to close herself off to me, not while we’re finally indulging in this.

I reach out and stroke her clit as we fuck, and when she comes, she moans, “Hayden.”

My name has never sounded better than it does when said by the woman I love in the throes of ecstasy. I want to spend every day of the rest of my life making this woman say my name this way.

I grab both of her hips again and fuck her until I reach the sweet oblivion of orgasm. My cock jerks as my body shakes and I release my load into her hot pussy. I hold the condom tight to keep any of it from spilling into her as I pull my cock out. I lift her upright, then turn her to face me and kiss her again.

I tease her lips open with my tongue and deepen our kiss, pouring all of the love I have for her into my kiss. This connection is possibly even better than fucking her, and I hold her tight to me until her body stiffens in a painfully familiar way.

I break our kiss immediately and ask hesitantly, “Tati?”

She doesn’t say anything, just gives me a horrified look as she stares up at me. I can almost feel my heart shattering in my chest as I sense her pulling away from me. I can’t stand this, not after what we’ve just shared.

“Say something,” I beg her.

“That shouldn’t have happened, Hayden. It can’t happen again.”

I wish she hadn’t said anything. I want to go back to two minutes ago when everything was amazing.

She yanks her pants back up and walks out of the room. I’m left alone, in the heat of the bathroom, with my swiftly softening cock and my post-orgasm glow fading quickly. I pull the cum-filled condom off myself and toss it in the trash can, then mechanically clean myself before I dry my hands.

I thrust a hand through my hair and blow out a breath of air. This fucking sucks. That was amazing, but Tati once again has managed to shut me down, and I feel like shit. I can’t keep doing this to myself, but I also can’tnotdo this to myself. I would crawl to the ends of the earth on my knees just for the tiniest chance to be with her. I need to talk to her and make her see that even with a stalker, what we have is worth risking everything for. At least, I think it is.

I get dressed and head into the living area of the hotel suite to see Tati sitting on the sofa. She has a frown on her face and looks forlorn. My heart hurts as I take her in because I want her so badly and love what we did, but she looks guilty as hell.

“Can we talk, Tati?” I ask quietly.

She nods and says, “We need to.”

That sounds ominous.

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