Page 58 of Stalker's Toy

Intentional.

I undo her shirt, pull her breasts out, tease them with my fingers as I grind against her ass.

I’m as hard as I’ve ever been.

I could come right now.

The control. The power. The way I have her, the way she can’t say no, not really.

She stiffens, the last flicker of resistance before she goes limp.

I push her, get forceful, lift her skirt up.

No panties? Naughty girl.

I slide my cock along her ass, feeling the heat from her body.

Feel her start to give in, start to want.

I work between her wet folds, the place I know so well, and I ram myself in her.

She stiffens again, like she might get away.

She won’t.

I talk dirty in her ear, words I know she’s thought about. “You’ll be my little toy whenever I want you.”

By the time I’m fully seated inside her, I can barely contain myself.

She feels like heaven and hell.

Her pussy wraps around my cock, tight and warm.

Her little quivers leave my balls aching.

I’m disappointed when I feel the rush coming.

I wanted to draw this out, make it longer.

Except I can’t.

She’s too perfect, too beautiful.

I finish inside her, and she comes hard.

Really hard.

It leaves her shaking and leaves me hungry for more.

“Stay facing the wall until you hear me leave,” I rasp, taking a mental picture of my cum falling down her legs.

So fucking beautiful.

I leave her a mess of shaking legs and smeared lipstick, head back home for a quick shower, wash the night off.

By the time my mother returns, I’ve reassembled myself, but all I can think about is that scarred womanI left behind.

The water’s hot.

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