Stalker by Lena Little

9

Sophia

The entire floor appears to be some kind of suite at the hotel, but I don’t get a chance to see it. Steven’s hands grab me, lifting me out of the elevator, and quickly my back finds the wall, his mitts raking down my flesh.

My legs wrap around his waist like a belt as his mouth stamps down on mine. Hard.

His fingers slide into my hair, cradling the back of my head. “Mine,” he grunts into me and I moan in response.

I flex my cheeks, my hips pressing forward as his mouth continues devouring mine. My back arches as his kisses get more erratic until he’s face fucking me inches inside the doorway, the elevator having long ago disappeared. I feel like I’m falling into a canyon and there’s no fear of finding the bottom. It’s like I’m floating like this man’s touch can grab me and pull me up whenever he wants…whenever I want, playing my body like a marionette.

My fingernails dig into his shirt as I urgently reach for his buttons, trying to get his shirt undone as quickly as possible.

“Once we do this there’s no going back,” he threatens. “I don’t date or any of that kid’s stuff. Once I claim you you’re mine forever. You understand me?”

“Yes,” I agree immediately and his hand slides down my back, kneading my ass cheeks, the pressure from his hips on one side and the wall on the other molding his hand to my butt.

He runs a single finger down my throat, tracing a line right down the middle of my chest until without warning I’m ripped from the wall and carried toward a four-post bed, tossed onto the king-sized mattress with all the pomp and circumstance of discarding an apple core on the highway at sixty-five miles an hour.

Something inside Steven has flipped, and I like it. There’s no more Mister Nice Guy here to help me with my car, or my security cameras, or any of that domestic stuff. In front of me is an animal, a wild man possessed by the sight, the smell, the touch of me, and only me.

Hovering over the bed he finishes off the job I started, removing his shirt, revealing a wall of inked muscle, a light splattering of dark hair covering his chest.

He tosses the shirt to the side and stalks toward me, reaching for his belt as he slides it through the loops and drops it as he approaches the edge of the bed. His eyes drink in every inch of me like he still hungry despite everything we consumed. But the only thing on the menu right now is for him and him only, and he’s not about to order it. He’s going to take it.

I make quick work of my clothes, getting down to my polka dot panties and matching bra.

“Your underwear…it’s almost as if it’s made not for a woman, but a little girl. A good girl.”

Something about those two words hammer into my mind, the confession I wrote in my diary racing back, something inside me sharpening like the tip of a spear. Butterflies take flight and fireworks explode in my stomach as he dives in headfirst, grabbing my thighs and pulling my groin toward his face.

He kisses my sex over the cotton and I reach for the sheets, trying to find anything to ground me as that feeling of falling happens all over again. With one hand he tugs my panties to the side and then down my legs, breathing on my cunt as his mouth worships the inside of my thighs with delicate kisses as his hand caresses my calf.

“And if you’re a good girl,” he mumbles into my pussy, licking straight up my folds before shimmying out of the rest of his clothes, fisting his cock. “Then what does that make me?”

My heart kicks into overdrive, blood hammering through my veins. “I…I’m not sure.”

“Oh yes, you are.”

“I really don’t know,” I feign ignorance, but quickly he grabs my hip with one hand and flips me onto my stomach, his hand coming down on my ass hard. “My Daddy. It makes you my Daddy!” I cry out, my stomach tightening as the gift of an approaching climax quickly rears its head.

Looking over my shoulder I see his lip curl up in a snarl, then fall into a smirk. “Damn right,” he confirms, leaning in and stamping his mouth on mine, twisting my head back so our two lips can meet, but not showing any gentleness in his approach.

One hand slides underneath me, fondling my breasts over my bra, and his other hand cups my throat. His cock presses into my ass cheeks and I can’t help but wonder how he’s going to fit all of that inside me.

“You’re so big, Daddy.”

“Only for you,” he grunts, his words muffled against the nape of my neck.

In one move he flips me back over and slides down the bed, licking me open and flicking my pearl repeatedly with the tip of his tongue as his hands grip my cheeks hard.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, my fingers twisting into the sheets again as his tongue flattens and he grinds his face into my sex, moving his head from side to side and then up and down as if his body is a paintbrush and I’m his canvas. His licks are cherishing and obscene at the same time. Filthy and cherishing in the same breath. He cups my mons pubis and the thunderstorm that was already brewing inside me threatens to rain down.

My hands dig into his hair as I rip off my bra, squeezing my own tits as I flick my aching nipples.

“You like Daddy’s tongue buried deep in your pussy, Little Girl.”

“Yes. God, yes,” I moan.

“Then you’re really going to like this.”

Suddenly I feel his tongue slide in even deeper and then his thumb presses hard against my forbidden back entrance. I suck in a gasp of air and my body goes off, jerking wildly as pleasure spears through me, starting in my core and spreading out through my entire body, consuming me as I flop on the mattress like a fish out of water.

My body convulses and then spasms some more as my release continues, but Steven gives me no chance to catch my breath.

“Wet little pussy like this, would be a crime not to take advantage of it while it’s so ripe, so perfect, so mine.” He pauses. “This pussy’s never been touched before, has it?”

I shake my head.

“Tell me it’s never even been seen by a man.”

“Never,” I say softly.

“A boy your age?”

“I’m not attracted to boys.”

“Hell no, you’re not, because you’ve been saving it for me.”

“Is…it going to hurt?”

“At first, yes. But you’ll get used to it and then your body will crave it. Your body will need it. By this time next week, you’ll come ever time I walk into the room, you’ll need this dick so much. Your body will mold to mine, stretch to fit me and I’ll give you everything but it will never be enough, just like all of you could never quench my thirst for you.”

He stuffs a hand between his legs, stroking his thick inches with a clenched fist, the girth alone making me wonder how this is going to be mathematically possible.

“Last chance. You ready for this?”

“Yes, but please don’t hurt me.”

“I’d kill myself before I’d hurt you, Doll.” The intensity of his stare reveals the truth in his words, and my legs part in anticipation as I prepare for his invasion, his taking of my innocence.

He leans in and kisses me tenderly, then places a peck right on the middle of my forehead. I feel the crown of his cock pressing against my opening.

“You’re mine forever now. I’m responsible for you. You never have anything to worry about again. Nothing. You’re safe.”

And with that, he punches his hips forward and I immediately wince.

“Shhh,” he brings a finger to my lips. “It’s not going to hurt forever. I promise.” Slowly his hips ease back and then flex forward again as the two of us become one, the line where one of us ends and the other begins a blur. But as much as it feels like the joining of two people it also feels like a full-speed collision, a train wreck as he picks up his pace, his eyes wild as he clenches his jaw and that tick I saw before in his chin reappears.

As if he sees me staring at it he leans in and sears my mouth with a kiss. “Fuck. So tight,” he grunts, his features screwing up tight as he works in and out of me. “Not. Gonna. Last. Long.”

“I’m right there,” I inform him, knowing that we’re both struggling to hold on.

“Together. We’re going to do this together, but you’re the starter pistol that starts it all. You ready?”

I nod.

“Hold on.”

He takes in a deep breath, his chest swelling, and then he goes for broke, fucking me with reckless abandon, my body feeling like a rag doll caught in the jaws of a Pit Bull.

“Come for me, Princess. Come for your Daddy!” he orders.

The word makes me scream and as he continues bucking his thick trunk into my constricting heat I can’t hold back anymore. A wave washes through me and I cover his cock in my cream. He makes two more disjointed movements and immediately my hungry pussy clamps down on him, setting him off and he fills me with his white-hot gift, a geyser spraying against my womb over and over and over again until I can’t it hold anymore.

Every muscle in my body is tense as he continues filling me until finally, he stops. A beat passes and then he falls face first next to me on the bed, his dick still buried to the hilt inside me.

Without wasting a second he pulls me in close, cuddling me in front of him as his big arm wraps around me and provides that security blanket, that safety net, that he promised just minutes ago.

“Now you’re mine,” he whispers into my neck, kissing me gently just behind my ear.

“Yours. And you’re mine.”

“Damn right, Little One. Damn right.”