Page 22 of Stalked
“Fuck, you're so wet,” I growl, circling my finger against the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Your pussy's dripping for me.”
The moment my fingers make contact with her clit, Lia's entire body seizes up. Her back arches sharply, pushing her ass harder against me as I thrust deep inside her. I feel her innerwalls clamp down on my cock, rippling and pulsing around me as she comes almost instantly.
“That's it, wildflower. Fucking come on my cock,” I growl, maintaining the pressure on her throat while I play with her clit through her orgasm. “You feel that? Feel how your tight little cunt grips me when you come?”
She makes a choked sound, somewhere between a moan and a whimper, her body trembling. The way she's squeezing around me is driving me fucking insane.
“Nothing feels better than this tight pussy milking my cock,” I continue, my voice rough with pleasure. “Your cunt was made for me, Lia. Made to take my cock, made to come around me.”
Her inner walls continue to pulse, drawing me deeper. I increase the rhythm of my thrusts, chasing the exquisite sensation of her body gripping mine.
“You like that? Like when I talk about how perfect your pussy feels? How it squeezes me when you come?” I ease the pressure on her throat slightly, letting her gasp for air. “Tell me you love it.”
“I love it,” she manages to choke out, her voice raspy. “God, Vane, I love how you feel inside me.”
I growl in approval, rewarding her with firmer circles against her clit. “Your cunt gets so fucking tight when you come. Makes me want to stay buried inside you forever.”
“I want that too,” Lia confesses, pushing back against me. “Want you to stay inside me forever.”
Fuck. The admission drives me near to insanity. The idea that she wants this—wants me—as desperately as I want her is beyond satisfying.
“Gonna make you come again,” I growl, tightening my grip on her hip while my other hand keeps working her clit. “Come around my cock one more time, and then I'm going to fill this tight pussy with my cum.”
She moans, the sound vibrating against my palm, still loosely wrapped around her throat. “Yes,” she gasps. “Please, Vane.”
The desperation in her voice pushes me over some invisible edge. I release her throat, grabbing both her hips to pull her back onto my cock with bruising force. The new angle drives me impossibly deeper, and she cries out, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
“Take it,” I command, driving into her with punishing thrusts. “Take every fucking inch.”
To my amazement, Lia meets each thrust with equal fervor, pushing back against me like she can't get enough. Her body, so tight and perfect around me, squeezes with each powerful stroke. The wet sounds of her pussy taking my cock fill the room, mixing with our harsh breathing and grunts.
“That's it,” I encourage, watching her back arch deeper, her ass pressing harder against me. “Fuck yourself on my cock like the good girl you are.”
She's frantic now, desperate in a way that makes my head spin. This isn't simply her letting me fuck her—she's actively taking her pleasure, using my body to chase her release.
I feel her pussy tightening around me again, her walls clenching rhythmically as another orgasm tears through her body. Her back arches more than I believed possible, a strangled cry escaping her throat.
“That's it—Fuck—I'm gonna come,” I growl, my rhythm faltering as the pressure builds at the base of my spine. “I want you to take my cum so deep in this tight virgin pussy.”
She's trembling beneath me, completely surrendered. “Please,” she begs. “Fill me up, Vane. I want it.”
Those words shatter my last thread of control. I slam into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt as my orgasm crashes through me. My cock pulses inside her, pumping her full of mycum. Wave after wave of pleasure tears through me as I empty myself into her depths.
“Fuck,” I groan, grinding my hips against her ass, making sure every drop stays inside her. “Taking all my cum like you were made for it. This pussy is mine now, Lia. Nobody else gets to touch it. Nobody else gets to fill it.”
She collapses beneath me, her body still trembling with aftershocks. I follow her down, careful not to crush her with my weight but unwilling to separate our bodies just yet. We lie there, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breathing.
I press my face into her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with sweat and sex.
“You're mine,” I murmur against her neck. “All fucking mine. My beautiful wildflower.”
She turns her head slightly, those amber eyes hazy with pleasure. “Vane,” she whispers, her voice hoarse.
My arm remains wrapped protectively around her waist. I can't believe she's finally here, in my bed, filled with my cum. After all the months of watching her, wanting her, she's exactly where she belongs.
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