Page 4 of Stalked By the Executive

Fuck, I want her. The ache is almost too much to bear.

In the kitchen, I find a glass and pour myself a drink. The burn of the whiskey does little to ease the fire raging inside me. I slam the glass on the counter, the crystal shattering under my grip.

Shit. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to stay in control. I have to be careful. One wrong move and I could lose her forever.

I clean up the broken glass and head for the door. As much as it pains me to leave, I have to go before she returns. But I'll be back.

Charlotte ismine. She just doesn't know it yet.

* * *

I return to Charlotte's apartment the next night, driven by an insatiable hunger. My heart pounds as I slip inside, the thrill of trespassing fueling my desire.

In her bedroom, I search through her lingerie drawer until I find a pair of lace panties.She wore these. Her scent lingers on the soft fabric, intoxicating me.

I press the panties to my face, breathing her in. "Charlotte," I groan, my cock twitching. I imagine her delicate sex, pink and glistening, barely concealed by this scrap of lace.

Fuck, I'm so hard for her. I ache to thrust deep inside her tight heat, marking her, claiming her, ravaging her sweet body until she screams my name.

I grip the panties tighter, stroking myself. I'm close, so close.

In my mind, Charlotte is here with me. Naked. Vulnerable. Begging for release.

"Please," she cries. "I need you, Marcus."

Her imagined plea sends me over the edge. I come with a shout, coating the panties in hot spurts of cum. The intensity leaves me trembling, but still wanting more.

I'll never have enough of her. She is my addiction, my obsession, my everything.

And one day, she will be mine.

* * *

Back at the office, I watch Charlotte's every move, my eyes fixated on her petite frame and flowing brunette hair.

Desire pools in my gut as Charlotte bends over a table, her skirt riding up to reveal smooth thighs. I imagine those legs wrapped around my waist, drawing me deeper inside her.

She glances up, catching me staring. A blush stains her cheeks, but she doesn't look away.

Heat flares in her eyes, igniting my hunger. She wants this as much as I do. She's just afraid to admit it.

I want to stalk toward her, pin her against the table. Tell her she drives me fucking crazy.

She would tremble, her breathing becoming ragged.

I imagine a soft moan escaping her lips, her resistance crumbling.

Fuuuuck.

I rush into the bathroom, my cock straining against my zipper.

One imagined touch. That's all it takes to unravel my control.

I rip open my pants, fisting my erection. I'm so hard it hurts, throbbing with need.

In my mind, I see Charlotte on her knees before me.

"Please me," I demand.

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