Page 27 of Obsessive Stalker

He’s right. He’s so right. None of the words that spill from my lips as I writhe beneath him are intelligible, just a wordless plea for more. Begging for more, begging for his cock just like he promised I would.

“Look at you. You’ve never even had a cock before, you’ve waited all this fucking time, and now you’re begging for mine,” he continued. “I’ll be the first cock inside of you and I’ll be the fucking last. You belong to me now.”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Don’t stop. Please.”

“I love that fucking sound,” Damien says. “I love it when you beg for me.”

He dips his head between my legs again and licks me harder, faster. My hips buck. With my legs tied to either end of the footboard, I’m helpless beneath him, at his mercy as he devours me.

I nearly scream in frustration when he pulls away from me abruptly.

“Not yet,” he says, climbing over me, the head of his cock brushing against my sensitive clit. “I want to feel you coming around me. I want you to come on my cock while I take you for the first time.”

He pushes against me. I’m soaked, but he still struggles to enter me.

“It’s not going to fit,” I whisper.

“It’ll fit,” he growls. “You’re going to take all of my cock, and you’re going to beg for it.”

“Oh god,” I groan as he pushes harder against me, his cock parting my slit and pressing inside.

The head of his cock is inside of me and already I can feel the pain that Damien warned me of. He’s so large and it feels impossible that he’s even inside of me this much. And he still has so much length to go.

He pauses his hips and dips his head down, grabbing a handful of my breast and sucking my nipple hard, and then the other.

“Oh, please,” I gasp.

“I could listen to you begging for my cock all day,” he says in my ear, then drags his tongue from the top of my neck to the curve of my collarbone. Then he pushes his hips against me. Another inch of his shaft slides into me, and then another.

“Good girl,” he murmurs in my ear. “Taking my cock so well. Your body was fucking made for this. You were made to take my cock, Kristen. To take my come.”

He pushes farther and then farther. Every inch brings new pain, a faint pinching along with the stretching sensation. He’s so fucking big, I can’t believe it when I feel his hips hit my thighs, signaling that he’s all the way in.

“You’re fucking mine now,” Damien says. “I’ve been thinking about this since I met you. I’ve been watching you ever since then, Kristen. Watching you day and night. Watching you play with your little cunt while you say my name. Like you were teasing me. Like you fucking knew I was there watching you.”

I shouldn’t be turned on by his admission, the fact that he was stalking me for a month, determined to have me after failing to keep me and take him home the first time. But I want him too and I revel in the feeling of being wanted so much, so badly by this powerful man.

He leans back on the bed so that he can see my body, brushing his palms on my inner thighs as he begins to rock against me, his cock pushing in and out of me, just an inch at a time but even that feels like it’s almost too much. And then his fingers are on me, stroking my clit using my own wetness as lube, bringing me back up to new heights, the pleasure mounting inside of me, tightening like a rubber band begging for release. He pushes his cock into me harder, faster, pushing me from the inside while he torments my clit with his fingers, his powerful body pressing me down into the bed with every movement.

“Come for me,” Damien growls. “Come on my cock while I fuck you. Let go. Come.”

I can’t hold back anymore. I do exactly as he says, surrendering everything to him, tightening around him as I let the waves of pleasure flow through my body, from my core to my tethered limbs.

He doesn’t hold back after I climax. If I thought it was a lot before, it’s nothing compared to now. Fully thrusting, pulling his cock almost all the way out of me and then shoving it back inside. At first, it’s pain and pleasure at the same time. Slowly, the pain ebbs away, giving way to pure pleasure, the best feeling of fullness as his cock drives inside of me, his hips slamming into me. He’s brutal, unrelenting, forceful in the way he pushes inside of me, owning every inch of me from the inside out.

I can tell when he’s coming because he leans down, caging my head between his arms as he kisses me hard on the mouth, his tongue pushing past my lips and sliding against mine while his cock swells and pushes more deeply inside of me than ever before, emptying himself deep within me, every last drop.

We both fall down from the peak together, catching our breath. And I feel changed, different, though not just from the physical sex. I feel different about Damien, having seen the way he planned to use my body, the pleasure he promised coming true, as well as his promise to keep me safe, to be careful with me.

In just one day, my feelings about this man have completely switched up, turned around. From hate to love in such a short span of time.

“Damien,” I breathe, smiling.

“Yes?”

“I think you were right yesterday in the car,” I say.

He looks at me questioningly.

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