The Stalker
I Was Made For Lovin’ You - YUNGBLUD, Dominic Lewis
I’m going to fucking combust. Boom! Splatter, come everywhere. Now that's a way to traumatize someone. I wish I were joking, but the way she is submitting right now has me wanting to fuck the life out of both of us.
Her perky breasts heave up and down. Her nipples look like little perfect pink buds. Making me want to nibble on them until they turn red. The imprints of my fingers linger on the sensitive skin around them, and it makes me grin.
She’s fully fucking exposed, ready for me to do whatever the hell I want.
This isn't how I thought this visit would go, but I’m not complaining.
As much as I want to take from her right now, I know not to be absolutely feral, considering the way she is still jumpy.
Even if she thinks she's ready, she's not.
She's not ready for me to devour her. I know I won’t hold back If I do. I can't do that to her right now. It's physically killing me. The ache in my jeans needs a release bad, and I know just how I want to go about it.
I lean in, hovering over her. My hand grabs her throat, applying pressure lightly. She sucks in a breath, loving the dominance. She loves to be choked. Got it. I come face to face, well, face to mask with her.
“Get on your fucking knees,” I demand. Her half-lidded eyes widen at the unexpected request. Except it's not a fucking request.
“W–What?” she asks. I give her two more seconds before forcing her up by the neck. Lucky for me, she complies. I stand before her, peering down. She looks up at me, doe-eyed.
I want to make her fucking cry.
She watches as I remove my belt single-handedly. I wrap the leather around her neck and loop the strap in the buckle, creating a makeshift collar. I tighten it, just enough to give her satisfaction, and I pull on the strap, making her look up at me more.
“Unbutton my jeans and take my cock out.” I say, needing relief as soon as possible. My bulge might actually rip a hole in these pants. She hesitates, then lifts her hands and starts to unbutton them. The anticipation is fucking killing me.
“Faster.” She's moving too slow, I need her now.
She looks up at me once more, then quickly unzips me all the way.
Her small, delicate, soft hand reaches in and her eyes go wide.
She removes my length and it bounces out.
The thickness weighing it down. I tug on the belt so she looks up at me once again.
“Open your mouth. Tongue out,” I command, like I’m a fucking king and she’s my little peasant toy.
She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue far out.
I lift the bottom of my mask just above my upper lip, knowing she is watching me intently.
I lean in and spit. The liquid sits on her tongue as she curls it, keeping it from sliding off.
“Suck.” And she does. Boy, does she fucking suck. Her warm mouth wraps around my tip and I almost fucking collapse. She moves her head, trying to take more of me, but she is unable to. I’m nine inches. I would be fucking impressed if she could.
I tug on the belt, assisting her with the movements. She moans around me and the vibrations shoot up my shaft and up my body. I groan, and it only makes her moan even more. Her soft hands work my base while her mouth stays planted on my tip.
I push into her deeper, making her gag. Fuck. This is the end of me; I’m going to die here. With her mouth around me. I push into her again, keeping my length stretched inside, hitting the back of her throat. She struggles for air. Her hands let go of my base and push lightly against my hips.
A bead of clear liquid falls from her doe eyes and runs down her rosy cheek. Deciding to give her air, I pull out and she coughs, choking in a breath. I only give her a few seconds before I ram my cock back in, taking control of the pace. Her head moves uncontrollably, as I tug on the belt.
More tears rain down from her eyes, making her look like an angel accepting her fate. I rub my thumb across her cheek, smearing the wetness all over her face. She latches onto me; her nails dig into my skin, leaving little crescent indentations.
“Fuck, I’m close. Are you going to be a good girl and let me come in your mouth?” I say with a strained voice. She nods her head the best she can.
“Atta girl, keep sucking,” I demand, leaning my head back, feeling the warm slickness encompass me. Her hands wrap around my base again. I know she wants it. Who am I to deny her request? I pump a few more times before I feel my balls tighten.
“Eyes on me,” I grit out, seconds away from spilling.
Her eyes shoot up, meeting mine, and I swear my soul leaves my fucking body.
That's if I have one. I’m buried deep inside her mouth and my come sprays, coating the back of her throat.
She gags, swallowing it as it's spilling into her mouth.
I know it's a lot, too. I can fucking feel it.
She continues to suck as every drop is released. My knees attempt to buckle, but I stay upright. Tingles wash over me. I pull out and watch as she drinks the last bit. As if she couldn't be any more goddamn perfect.
I told you she'd be the one to get me off next time.
She doesn't say a word; she just sits, resting on her knees. Both of our breaths pace in rhythm at the same time. I tuck myself back into my jeans.
“Your turn,” I say. Wiping the remnants of my release from her lips. I pull on the belt, making her fall onto her back. She kicks her legs out from under her, lying face up. Her expression lights up for what's to come, except she's going to do it herself.
“I want you to touch yourself. Like the other night,” I say, watching as her mouth falls open at the demand. The first words since before she devoured me, fall out of her mouth.
“So, you are watching me?” she asks, already knowing the answer. I know she wants me to name what's going on.
“Always, Little Flower. Now touch yourself, so I can lick you clean,” I urge. It was hot as hell watching her get off to my mugshot, but to see it in real time…
She spreads her legs, leaving her glistening pussy in view. She is so fucking wet. I lick my lips. I can see the uncertainty in her expression. Which tells me that she’s never done something like this before. Good.
Her hand snakes down her torso until she reaches her pussy. She lightly teases her clit, biting her lip. I know I’m breathing like a fucking beast right now and I don’t fucking care. She is mesmerizing and I can’t look away.
“Don’t be shy, baby. Fuck yourself with your fingers, so I can taste how delicious you are,” I say, hoping my words encourage her. She starts to rub circles on her clit. Then she dips a finger into her wetness, spreading it, then starts circling again.
My dick is getting hard all over again, and I adjust myself. She gives a bashful smile, the rosiness of her cheeks stained with the color. Her other hand grabs her breast. The pink peak, squished between her middle and ring finger.
I want to taste that too.
She moves faster, taking advantage of the position she's currently in. Whether she likes it or not, she will make herself come. If you can’t beat them, join them. Her breathing quickens, and she lets out a faint moan.
“Faster, baby. Dip your pretty little fingers into your pussy,” I growl. I watch as she dips one in first, removes it, then adds another. She pumps her fingers in and out slowly. Her back arches, giving her more of a reach. Her eyes are closed, focused on the pleasure she’s giving herself.
I take my phone out and snap a picture, not wanting to forget how beautiful she looks, pleasuring herself for me. Her hair is sprawled out perfectly around her, like a halo, adding light to the dim room.
“That’s it, my Little Flower. Just like that. Make yourself come,” I continue. She pumps fast at a steady pace. Her body prickled in shades of pink, and I know she's close. She moans loudly.
“Oh, fuck,” she says, and it's the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard in my fucking life. I’m still standing over her, watching her squirm beneath me. She freezes, then starts to shake. Her orgasm overcomes her. I bend down, getting on my hands and knees.
Once she lets her pleasure wave through her, she looks at me, noticing I’m close to her warm entrance. She pulls her fingers out and I quickly grab her hand, making sure she doesn't drop any of her sweet honey.
I lift my mask up, just enough to put her fingers in my mouth. My lips close around them and suck them clean. Fuck. She does taste as delicious as I thought. A low moan leaves the depths of my chest.
After making sure no drop is left, I run my tongue along her slit. She moves against me, getting closer. My tongue laps over every crevice, feeling the silkiness of her cleanly shaven pussy.
“Mmmh, yes. More,” she begs, but I don't comply. Instead, I pull away, lowering my mask back onto my face. Her expression written with pout. How cute.
“You already got off, baby. I just wanted to lick you clean. Next time, I won’t hold back.” I tell her in promise. She peers at me and I can see something in her eyes, like she is looking forward to seeing me again.
Don’t worry, my Little Flower. I’m coming for you.