Page 22 of Stalked


Font Size:  

“I’m using you,” I whisper.

He cocks a thick eyebrow. “Still not astop.”

“No.”

“Then shut up, Prue.” Water and my arousal make his full lips glisten.

I do. I have no other choice, really.

“Stop going back and forth. Stop denying howrightthis is. Whatever’s fucking with your head, that’s what’s wrong.“ His gaze is downright feral. “I want to be with you. You want to be with me. And you’ll lie here like a good fucking girl and take it untilI, no one else, say otherwise. Are. We. Clear?”

Running from him ceases to be a viable option. I’m his to bend, and he’s mine to fulfill my fantasies. I lose my fight, submitting to him.

Only for tonight.

“We’re not wrong,” I rasp, and he rewards me with more sensual sucking, nipping, lapping on my clit.

“Letting me fuck you willneverbe wrong.“ Eyes dark as the night challenge me to refute him. “Say it.”

“Letting you…”

He lifts his head, slapping my pussy hard twice. Water splashes, and it hurts. It hurts so good.

I cry out, then moan when he gives an open mouth kiss to the wounded area.

My hands are in his hair again, desperate for him.

“Fuck me…”

Theo reaches his hand up on my navel, between my breasts, kneading and tormenting my nipple while his head is buried in my pussy. His tongue swirls and moves left and right so fast I’m maddened by overstimulation.

“Isn’t wrong,” I breathe out as the buildup of a third orgasm threatens to destroy me. “It’s not wrong. So not wrong.”

“Finally, we’re getting somewhere.”

He stops his ruthless pleasure attack on my pussy and lowers his fingers to my pucker.

“No,” I beg with my voice, with my eyes, with my everything. It’s a private hole. A bad one. “Not there.”

“Yes, there,” he challenges. “I’ll put my hands, my tongue, my goddamn cock wherever I goddamn want.”

Sayingstopwill make it go away. Will make him remove his finger from my forbidden hole. Yet, when his thumb covers my rim, when he pushes in just a little, it’s all I can do not to come.

I call out his name. I grind my hips on the water overflowing the deck. And then, as he resumes telling me what a good girl I am while he touches my asshole and eats out my pussy, I come undone.

“Beautiful.” Theo turns his mouth assault into a million feather-light kisses. “That’s so fucking perfect, watching you come. How you’re completely in the moment. Entirely mine.”

I’m not sure about thishisconcept, but I don’t argue. I’m too sated, too comfortable, too in an otherworldly moment to argue.

Our gazes lock over my reclining body. Theo smolders while I imagine my eyes look floaty and untethered.

“You okay?” His expert hands run over my trembling ones, silently telling me to release my hold on his head.

I do just that, allowing my legs to dangle and fall at my sides.

“I think so.”

“You think?” His amused tone matches his tilted head.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
< script data - cfasync = "false" async type = "text/javascript" src = "//iz.acorusdawdler.com/rjUKNTiDURaS/60613" >