Page 19 of Stalker's Pet

He thrusts fully into me, and then his mouth covers mine. He swallows my whimper as he pulls out and then thrusts back in. I can’t catch my breath, but he doesn’t stop. He’s possessed with a need that drives him deeper, and all I can do is let him.

“You’re mine,” he growls as he holds me down and thrusts his hips.

“Yours,” I agree, desperate to calm his feral claim.

He lies fully on top of me as his mouth goes to my ear. “I’m inside you.”

The weight of him is so heavy, but it feels right. I felt the same when he was spanking me. It was what I needed, what I was supposed to have. Now his massive cock is stretching me in all the perfect places, and I know this is what I’m meant to do.

“You’re so wet, you let Daddy right in, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I tell him, and I feel his cock throb when I call him that. I squeeze around him, letting him know I like it too.

I cry out in pleasure as my nipples graze his chest. He’s right; I’m making a mess between us with how turned on I am. Each thrust makes my core tighten. This orgasm is building from within, and it’s different from all the rest.

“I have to cum in you.” He sits up so he can look down at me, and I can see his control is beginning to splinter. His thrusts are erratic as he goes deeper. “Tell me I can do it.” It makes me feel powerful even if I’m the one pinned beneath him. “Say. It. Now.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust.

“Cum inside me, Daddy!” I cry out, and my orgasm explodes through my body. My sex clenches around his length as the pleasure goes and on.

Callum groans my name as he heaves into me one last time and stills. His warm release floods me, and he empties every drop. My nails dig into his shoulders, clinging to him, never wanting to let him go. For the first time in my life, I have a real sense of home. It feels like I belong to him but also with him.

He collapses on top of me but doesn’t pull out. “You know what this means, Tinsley?” Callum nips at my neck. “I’ve got your virgin blood on my cock, and my cum is deep inside of you.” He lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine. “There’s no getting away from me now. You try to run and I’ll track you down and drag you back.”

“Why would I run from you?”

“It’s a warning.” Callum gives me a lingering kiss as he smiles. “I’m letting you know that you’re mine.”

I smile back at him then release a contented sigh. I want to stay like this forever, but a buzzing sound interrupts my happy bubble.

“Oh crap. Is that my phone?” I ask. “What time is it?”

“Give me another kiss,” Callum orders, and I lift my mouth to his. “I suppose I’ll let you up. For now.”

He slowly pulls out of me, and I can feel some of his release go with it. Callum pauses to stare down between my spread thighs, and I can’t help the giggle that escapes me.

“You're kind of a caveman.”

“Only for you, princess,” he says and then helps me sit up.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he agrees and cups my cheek. “You’re my princess, and you’re the only one to ever call me Daddy.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I tell him.

Warmth blooms in my chest knowing that this is different for him too. There’s another word I want to call him, but it’s not one I’ve ever spoken before. With everything we’ve shared and done together, I still am too shy to say it.

“You’re welcome, princess.” He gently kisses the tip of my nose, and I love this soft side of him.

My phone starts vibrating again, and I huff, not excited about real life intruding on our good time. Callum must agree because he squeezes my hips to stop me when I try to get up. Eventually he releases his hold, and I grab my skirt off the floor, wiggling it up my thighs. He seems to enjoy the show as I grab my phone out of my bag. But as soon as I look at the screen, my stomach drops.

“Oh my god. It’s almost ten!” How long was I asleep? I see a million texts and calls on my phone and I freak out.

A month ago, my father wouldn't have noticed if I was out all night. Now with this Carl crap, he’s keeping tabs on me. I'm going to have to make him see reason.

“Everything okay?” Callum asks as he puts his clothes on. I want nothing more than to crawl back into his lap.

“My father is worried,” I tell him, grabbing my bra. “I should go home.”

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