Page 131 of Love Me Stalk Me
"But you're not alone," I continue.
"You can feel it, can't you?"
"Y-yes."
"I’m watching you."
She shudders. I can hear it in the slight tremor of her breathing.
"Tracking you. I’ve been hunting you all night."
I stroke myself faster, breathing harder. The headboard thumps softly against the wall with each movement.
"You run," I murmur, soothing and dark all at once. "You try to get away. But you can't."
She whimpers. The sound is wet, desperate.
"You feel hands grabbing you, pulling you down."
"Fuck," she gasps.
"You fight, but it's no use."
I can hear her breathing speeding up. The rhythmic rustling of sheets tells me everything.
She's touching herself.
Good girl.
Her breath hitches.
"You feel my hands moving over your body."
She whimpers again.
"I press you into the ground," I murmur, my voice rough. "Pin you down so you can't move."
Izzy's breathing stutters. A wet sound in the background tells me just how ready she is.
"I’m all over you," I continue, stroking myself, matching the rhythm I imagine she needs. "Hands everywhere. Gripping. Holding. Possessive."
A soft whimper slips through the receiver.
"My hands slide up your thighs, push your legs apart."
She makes a desperate sound.
"I’m greedy with you, my palms groping your breasts, tweaking your nipples, rolling them between my fingers until you're gasping."
She lets out a soft, breathy cry.
"I drag my hands lower, pressing between your thighs, fingers spearing into you—wet, so warm, stretching you open."
A sharp gasp.
"God, pretty girl," I groan, my grip tightening around my cock. Pre-come slicks my palm, making the glide smoother, hotter.
"I play with you, teasing you, working you up so much you start begging to be fucked."
