Chapter 52 Fitz
FITZ
Ifinally kick my family and hers out of my house.
Finally, I get her all to myself.
“I do love you,” she whispers in my ear.
“No, no. I love you,” I tell her sincerely. “You don’t believe me.”
“Oh my god.”
“You think I’m just here for your hot body?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes.
“While I will objectify you sexually and, of course, will exploit your business-minded brain, I’m here for all of Winnie, Creampuff.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”
“Then let me love you.”
I curl around her until it’s dark. Then I sneak off to change into my stalker outfit: the heavy boots, the gloves, the black clothes, and, of course, the mask.
She’s asleep on the bed.
She’s just in a T-shirt.
I slip off her panties.
She murmurs, her legs shifting.
I want to linger in the heat between her legs.
Next time.
That’s not why I’m here now.
I jack off, getting myself nice and hard.
She murmurs in her sleep when I push her thighs apart.
I spread that glistening hot slit of her pussy.
Her face screws up in her sleep when I press the tip of my cock against her cunt.
I don’t give her time to wake up, though.
I grip her thighs in my gloved hands and jerk in with one hard thrust.
She groans in her sleep.
“Ohhh.” She lets out a low moan as I take her fast and rough.
Fuck, it feels good.
I jerk into her hard then slap her. “You like it, little slut.”
She moans, her legs spreading for me.
“Yeah, my little slut.” I can feel how she fights me, struggling against the huge stranger who has her pinned down but also wanting to give in to the pleasure.
My breath is hot and hard behind the mask.
Winnie’s moaning and whimpering.
She can’t move; I know she wants to touch her clit.
I want that too.
But I need to fuck her first, take that pussy, remind her who she belongs to.
“I can fuck you like this whenever I want. You’re mine,” I whisper harshly as I fuck her pussy. She can’t even move. Can’t even call for help. Just has to lie there and take it.
She’s fully awake now.
Her legs struggle, scraping the soft sheets.
“My prize. My possession.”
Every time she twists and struggles under me, it sends a sick thrill shooting through my cock.
Her pussy is so tight around me, her ass cheeks soft as she grinds back against me, needing the friction, needing to feel me deep in her pussy.
I pull out.
I flip her over, the thick gloves all over her tits, squeezing her. I rip her shirt so I can mouth her tits through the mask.
I kiss her under the leather. I spread her legs wide. She grips my shoulders, and then I fuck back into her, giving her all of my cock while she moans and begs and pleads.
Her fingers are working her clit now, both of my hands on her nipples, high and pink little pebbles on her chest, her head thrown back as she works her clit while I fuck her deep in her cunt.
I feel her hips jerk. I know she’s close.
Then she comes, that tight little pussy clamped around my cock as I jackhammer into her until I’m coming hot in the condom.
“Shit.” I collapse next to Winnie.
She pulls off the mask, peppering kisses on my face.
I pull her down for a kiss.
“You know… I think missionary is highly underrated.”
I watch her sleep then get to work.
The whole bedroom is festooned with flowers.
I have breakfast ready on a tray for her, plus nice cocktails.
She wakes up, blinking. “Oh my god.”
“Since I figured it was probably too soon for your favorite pastime. Also, we’re fifty-eight floors up, so it’s not like I can stand outside of your bedroom window with a boom box.”
I whip the towel off the tray. “Eggs Benedict? Country ham? Biscuits and gravy? Also, we have leftover pizza, if you must.”
“This smells amazing.” She reaches for a strawberry.
“I have people going through your house to remove any more notes and to tell me the best hiding places so I can leave you some of my own,” I inform her. “And I told them to ignore your sex toys.”
“Oh my gosh.”
She picks up the little square of handmade paper.
I like how pretty you look asleep, taking my cock.
I hold up another one.
Your tits are fire.
“I had to have a special typewriter key made for this emoji, FYI.”