Page 105 of Stalker's Toy

I keep one arm locked around her, feel her pulse go erratic, feel the tremors rip through her like they’ll tear her apart.

But they don't. They make her whole. They make me whole, too.

I can feel it coming, the next crash, the final explosion.

She's there, right there, right fucking there.

I’ve seen the moment a thousand times in my head, a million times in my dreams, but this is better.

She wants to stop, but her body is tight, ready to come harder than she ever has before.

It happens. It happens, and the whole world turns white-hot and feral and mine.

She comes hard, again and again, and I watch as the man stays under her, lets her squirt all over him, his face wet and hungry and completely fucking used.

My grip on her never loosens, never lets go. Not for a second.

I stay inside her, keep going until my cock's ready to burst. I can’t hold back, and I don’t even try. I’m lost in her, in this, in everything.

It’s the two of us, the three of us, the whole goddamn room of us.

Then it’s just her and me again, and I feel myself go rigid, feel it all spill out.

She knows I’m there with her, knows how deep, how dark, how much it’s consumed me.

The past, the present, the fucked-up future—it all collides in this moment.

Henrik. Stalker. All of it and none of it, crashing and fusing into something that matters.

I pull out, feel the wet and the heat and the want, and my eyes are locked on her. Every raw, forbidden detail.

We’re not done, not even close.

A woman licks her, lickseverything we made.

Mia says it's too much, but she’s wrong.

She’s alive, more alive than she’s ever been.

I love it. I love watching her come undone.

The woman goes at it, tongue and lips working every inch.

She's slow, deliberate, like she knows what I want.

Like she knows I want Mia gasping, breaking, giving me more than she ever thought she could.

Mia's eyes turn wide, frantic, searching for something to hold on to. But there's only me.

Then another guy comes over, sees the chaos we’ve made, and waits for a nod. Waits for a sign that it's his turn.

Mia can barely move, barely speak. She’s past it, but she isn’t. She’s deeper than she’s ever been.

The guy looks from me to her, unsure of where to go. “It’s too much,” Mia breathes, but it’s not. It’s never enough.

I watch the doubt crash through her, but I watch the lust catch it on the way down.

“Do it,” I tell him, and he comes around back, taking my place, and pushes his cock into her. I watch from the side as her pussy devours it.

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