The Stalker
Into It - Chase Atlantic (Bass Boosted)
Toying with my Little Flower’s head will always be my favorite pastime.
I watch as she gets into her car, starting it up and taking off.
I lower the helmet onto my head, taking in a deep inhale of the sweet scent she left behind.
Little streaks of makeup are painted on the fabric that lines the inside, but I don’t mind it.
Now I have a piece of her with me wherever I go.
I follow behind my girl as she makes her way home, keeping my distance so she doesn't notice.
Thankfully, she doesn't live more than a handful of minutes away by drive.
She pulls into her complex, circling around and parking.
My eyes dart around her, making sure she is safe as she enters the building.
As soon as she leaves my line of sight, my hand reaches into my front pocket, pulling my cell out to watch her through the cameras inside.
A few minutes pass, and I see their front door open. Zoe makes her way out of the bedroom, hearing the commotion. I lean back on my bike as I continue to watch. They embrace each other and talk for a few minutes.
It’s late, Zoe is already in her pajamas, and was probably sleeping. The yawn she expels through the lens has me doing the same. I rub my tired eyes through the visor space in my helmet. She makes her way to her bedroom, and I’m quickly woken as my Little Flower pulls her shirt over head.
I glance around, making sure no one is near as I watch her.
The parking lot is lifeless, not a person in sight.
As if the universe knows to leave me the fuck alone in this moment.
I pull forward on my bike, finding a more secluded area in between a few cars.
I quiet the ignition, basking in the serenity of stalkery.
I pinch my screen, zooming in closer.
I watch her kick off her heels. They fly in different directions, one bouncing off the wall before falling. She grasps the top of her skirt, beginning to lower the soft material. I bite my lip, and unbutton my jeans, releasing the tension of my hardening cock, instantly feeling relief.
She spins around, turning the lock on her door. She jiggles the door handle, guaranteeing her seclusion. Her long hair falls perfectly behind her, almost reaching her tailbone. Almost too perfect. I want to wrap my fist in it and fucking pull it.
She moves over to the nightstand near her bed and pulls the bottom drawer open.
She rummages inside briefly before pulling out a small box.
My head tilts with curiosity. Her fingers lift the lid on the small wooden box, then placing a finger to her chin like she is deep in thought.
She reaches in and pulls out a light pink vibrator.
Oh?
The small machine has a curved base with ridges lining the shaft.
Leaving the other half specifically for her clit.
My curiosity is now at full pique. She closes the box and sets it on top of the nightstand next to a familiar set of flowers.
The bed creaks as she crawls into it. She unclasps her bra, and tosses it onto the floor, leaving herself bare.
Fuck.
I unzip my jeans, fully freeing myself. My dick is so hard it’s starting to fucking ache.
I imagine myself sucking on her supple pink nipples.
Nibbling on them as she screams out in pain and pleasure.
I lift my helmet enough to spit on my hand before grasping onto my length at the base.
The yearning for her igniting me like fire in my bones.
I’m double the size of her toy. And that thought makes me even more excited.
She lies back, kicking the comforter and pillows around her away. My breath quickens, watching her hands roam herself, starting from her neck and teasing down to her breasts. She runs a finger over a nipple, twitching at the sensitivity.
I start stroking at a slow pace, thinking if I go any faster, I'll fucking combust. Waves of pleasure ripple through me, making my knees weak. I lean further onto my bike, lying back on the slightly tilted seat.
Her fingers continue to graze over her skin, trailing down to her center. She arches her back, biting her lip. I envision myself biting it instead. Drawing out a prickle of blood, and licking the phantom iron taste. She leans over and picks up her phone, grabbing my attention.
Does my girl need a little visual?
The screen lights up, and she quickly types something on her browser.
I zoom in even closer, interested in what she's needing in a time like this. She taps on an image, making it expand. My eyes widen when I see what she’s looking at.
I stop stroking, being completely infatuated with what I’m seeing.
Her thumbs hook under her white lace panties, lowering them at a painfully slow pace.
This is the first time I've seen her like this.
I hadn't realized I had stopped breathing until a breath forced itself into my lungs.
She kicks the last piece of fabric off her body, now completely nude.
She looks fucking angelic. I want to fucking ruin her.
She grabs the vibrator she rested beside her and clicks it on. The low vibration filters through the camera, setting a constant hum. The pink toy circles her breasts, and she moans at the flutter. It travels, teasing her rosy peaks, and makes its way lower and lower.
I begin to rub myself again. My muscles aching with need as I watch her. Up and down. Up… and down. I let out a hungry, low growl. I’m completely enamoured. Completely consumed by everything she fucking does.
Fuck yeah, baby.
She brings the screen up toward her face, the bright light illuminating her perfect features. The vibrator slightly disappears between her legs. She lets out a loud moan of approval at the contact, and I grind my teeth. She shoves the bottom half inside her without any resistance.
I know you’re so fucking wet, baby. So fucking wet for me.
She begins to thrust the toy in and out. I match her movements. She goes in; I stoke down. She goes out; I stoke up. Our bodies move in sync; I can practically feel myself inside her. I grip myself harder, pushing my hips for more pleasure.
Her mouth falls open, blessing the air with quiet moans.
Her eyes half-lidded, focusing on the image in front of her.
The bed creaks beneath her slightly as she moves the toy faster in pace.
I can tell she is already close. Causing my release to reach the edge.
Come spurts from me as soon as one word leaves her perfect lips.
“Mmm, Axel.”
I practically see stars as I spill onto myself. My soul feels as if it has escaped its physical form, heading into a realm of pure bliss. The sensation causes my head to whip back, and my eyes close, feeling the ecstasy travel through me.
“Fuuuck,” I moan into the confines of my helmet. The fabric inside muffling my heated breaths. I milk myself dry, feeling every drop leave my body. I turn my attention back to my phone, watching my girl reach her orgasm right after.
Her legs begin to tremble, knees buckling inward before locking rigid. Her moans go deathly quiet, leaving the low buzz singing alone. The phone falls from her grasp, plummeting to the floor. Her empty hand kneads at her breast as her climax takes control.
I think I’m going to come again.
I snap a screenshot of the impassioned moment, saving it for later. She pants heavily, removing the vibrator from her slit. It glistens in the low light, and it makes me want to lick it clean. She lies there bare for a while. Not moving, not picking up her phone, not doing anything.
The rise and fall of her chest evens out.
She pushes herself up into a sitting position while grabbing her underwear and slipping them back on.
She hunches over the edge of the bed, picking her phone back up.
The screen lights up as she taps on it, waking it up.
Her finger swipes upward, closing the tab.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” she says, bewildered at her own decision.
I shove myself back into my jeans and zip them up.
Thick, milky splotches are caked onto my jeans.
I know I don’t regret my decision. I can’t believe she got off looking at my mug shot…
naughty girl. I’m already forcing my way through her mind and she doesn't even know it yet.