Page 29 of Stalking His Target

He grinds against me, and I feel his cock, hard like a steel fist, pressing against my lower stomach. “For hours,” he growls. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, little girl. Because I know I won’t be able to last right now.”

“That’s okay, Daddy.” I smile as he pulls out his erection and presses it between my legs. “All I need is you. Whenever you’ll give it to me.”

“I’ll give you a marathon fuck when you get home tonight,” he says into my ear as he thrusts inside me. I bite down onto his shoulder to keep myself from crying out. Cammie may suspect what’s going on back here, but she doesn’t need my confirmation.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I mewl as the wonderful, golden sensation radiates out from my sex as he begins to pound me. I feel the stretch from his girth, just like I did the first time we made love. He ruts deep inside me and engulfs my lips with his mouth, pressing his tongue against mine in a primal embrace.

I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and grasp his muscled back with my fingertips, clinging to him as he jackhammers my hole with a feverish fury.

“It’s so good, Daddy,” I whine, already close to what I know will be a glorious release. “You like it?”

“I love it,” he snarls, fucking me faster. I feel him swell inside me, stretching me even more. “You’re mine, baby. You belong to me.”

“Yes.” I nod as I reach down and cup his balls with one hand. “Yours, Daddy. Now give me your cum. Show me I belong to you.”

“God, you know just how I love it,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Of course I do. And you know just how I love it too.”

“We’re made for each other.”

“Yes,” I moan. “Now give it to me.”

“Good girl,” he gasps, his cock flexing inside me. “Good…girl.”

His body shakes, and he pins me back against the door as his cock flexes and I feel the hot, sticky spray of his cum as he fillsme completely. I go off with him, burying my head in his chest as his release spills down my thighs, which is such a massive turn-on.

We writhe together in mutual passion, in the darkness of the back room of the art supply store that I own.

“I love you, Ryder,” I whimper.

“I love you too, Layla.”

Our life is a fantasy. A fantasy that Ryder helped me forge from absolutely nothing. And if the last five years have taught me anything, it’s that there’s nothing in the world that he and I can’t conquer together.

The End