Page 76 of Stalker's Toy

Because I want her to.

Because it's never beenany other way.

I keep at it, getting every last shudder out of her until she's spread on the sheets.

She swallows hard, ragged and breathless. "O-okay."

I get up on my knees, pull out my cock.

She’s open for me, her pussy wet, dripping down onto the bed.

I grab her legs, haul them onto my shoulders. “Such a pretty pussy.”

She nods, eyes squeezed shut.

She acts like she’s ready, but she’s not.

Not ready for me at all.

Not for the way I’m going to stretch her out.

But that's how she wants it.

How she always wants it.

I line up and push inside, bury myself inside her until she’s taking all of me.

I see that moment when she starts to come apart again, the way her eyes fly open as I fill her, the way her breath catches in her throat.

That’s what I’m here for.

That moment right there.

I pound into her, feel the way she tightens around me with every thrust, hear the way she sobs and gasps and whimpers my name.

“Please,” she’s begging now. “Please…”

Please what?

Please stop?

Please go harder?

It doesn’t matter; it never matters, because both mean the same thing for us.

I won’t stop, even if she asked all pretty.

I pull back for a moment to look down at her, pinned beneath me in a tangle of limbs and sheets and need.

Her face is red, except where her scars formed.

They’re like art against her skin.

“Say it,” I tell her, voice low and rough with lust.

With everything I want from her.

“I’m yours.” She moans, spasming around my cock, milking me as my balls draw up tight and release inside her.

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