Page 14 of My Stalker, My Protector
The controlling predator inside me growls in victory. “You’re a mess, all covered in ice cream, vanilla all over that chin. It’s going to look just like that between your thighs in a few minutes.” I press her knees open wide, licking my lips over the way the ripped crotch of her panties allows me to expose her, not a secret left for her to keep. “But there’s going to be a little cherry syrup mixed in soon, isn’t there, baby?”
A flush appears on her cheeks. “Yes.”
The locker room is full now, my teammates horsing around, shoving each other. Someone has turned on Lil Wayne. If they cupped their eyes and peered into the office, they’d see me and Scout, but my dick is too hard to stop or question the wisdom or depravity of what I’m doing. If I don’t get my seed into her before the first pitch, I’ll be useless. Hell, I might be useless no matter what, because I doubt one fuck is going to be enough to sustain me for the next few hours. I’m going to be a fiend for this girl. I’m going to burn alive forever.
With a snarl, I lean in and capture her mouth, using my tongue to open it wide and accept my assault while I’m unfastening my uniform pants. She’s all worked up from having her cunt licked out, so she kisses me back eagerly, even though there is a room full of men mere yards away. As soon as my cock is free, I recline her back a few inches and guide my tip to her hole, rubbing a circle around that pretty, wet breach.
“Don’t make a fuss,” I grunt, pressing into her tight center, gritting my teeth at the pleasurable pain she’s causing me. “Just take me like God intended. With your thighs open and your mouth shut.”
“Oh…” She squirms at the discomfort. “Oh!”
“Yes, Daddy, is the response you’re looking for.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she hisses, struggling a little as I fill her full of my inches. “Y-yes.”
I inhale her, slanting a kiss over her mouth while I thrust the remaining distance, occupying her completely—and the barrier rips gently, accompanied by her soft cry of my name. And it’s like glass shattering in my head. I’ve blasted through the ceiling of my obsession and blasted into outer space. “Mine now. You are mine.Mine.Oh, my fuckingGod, you’re tiny here. My tight angel, aren’t you?Jesus Christ. I can’t even believe I got it in. Can’t even pump, baby, don’t lock up on me. Let me ride.”
She shifts against me, her hands dancing around on my shoulders. “I don’t know how. It’s so big. I didn’t know it would be so big!”
“You’ll get used to me.”
“I don’t know...”
“Look at me, angel. Focus on me.” I wait until she does what she’s told, though her tits are still heaving up and down in her tank top. “Ignore the pain and think about what we’re doing. I’m giving you your first fuck, Scout. You made me so stiff, I had to drag you down here to fill you with dick.” I rear back and start to slap home, watching the mixture of pain and curiosity flicker in her eyes. I watch her transform from unsure to brave to bold, looking down at my shaft as it tunnels into her fuck hole, thick and monstrous compared to her smooth, sexy mound. “Your pussy was made for this. Shaped just for me. It was time to let me have it.”
A little moan escapes her. “It’s starting to feel so much better.” Her breath catches, a tremble jiggling through her thighs. “Ohhhh. Keep…keep doing that.”
I gather her closer, keeping the angle but allowing myself to grind on her clit with every thrust and she squeals, literally, the girlish sound loud in the small office. Vaguely, I can hear my teammates wondering out loud about the sound…and now the desk is rocking on the floorboards, too, along with the heavy grunts I can’t control. My hips thrust and retreat, angling down, my forearm corralling her to the edge of the desk, my lower body beginning to unhinge itself, ass swinging back and pounding forward, down, the pace turning wild.
She’s not timid anymore, not a single complaint about pain.
No, she’s looking me right in the eye like she wants it harder. Like she’s fucking challenging me, as if she doesn’t like me holding back. She’s looking at me with a horny, half-lidded little pout like she’s daring me to burn her world down—and I’m all too willing to make that happen. I’ve been going half speed because she’s a virgin, she’s my world, but that ends when I draw her ankles up and prop them on my shoulders, pressing down over her and rutting her tight hole like it offends me. A scream hiccups in her throat, then belts out in a stuttering pattern, and it’s music to my ears.
“That’s right. I’ll fucking wreck you.”
“Ohhhh. Please, Cash! Cash!Harder.”
My coach had begun his pep talk, I see, but it cuts off now.
Everyone turns to face the office, frowning, curious. Some of them are smiling slyly.
“They all hear us now, angel,” I say, my balls smacking off her tight ass. “They think I’m in here, fucking some groupie slut. Because virgins don’t usually scream to get a cock harder. And they damn sure don’t bend over in a skirt and ripped panties for their first time.”
“I’m not…I’m not bent over in a—”
I let her ankles drop from my shoulders, using the momentum to flip her around, pressing her face down over the desk and slamming into her from behind, shocking her onto her tiptoes with a throaty whimper. “Yeah, they think you’re some faceless brat I snuck down here for a quickie, but that’s not it at all,” I say, leaning down to rasp the truth into her neck. “I’m giving it nasty to the girl of my dreams. The girl who locked me down with a smile on day one. That’s who I’m inside of. That’s why it feels so fucking good.” I rake my open mouth all over her. Over her hair, the nape of her neck. “I love you, Scout. Baby, I love you. I fucking love you so much.”
That confession has opened a floodgate of emotion and physical release and immediately, I know I only have a few more thrusts into her slickness before I come. Determined to give her relief first and always, I reach down and massage her clit, which I’m praying is still sensitive from my tongue, and thank God it is, because she orgasms with a moaning shudder, her wet warmth sliding down the tips of my fingers, coating my digits all the way to my knuckles, making me groan like an animal.
She’s perfection.
She’s mine. My life.
I bust. There’s no other word for it. I feel like a bomb goes off in my loins, setting loose a sea of relief so powerful, it busts through every dam, every barrier, my body collapsing forward onto hers, pinning her to the desk while my hips ram her from behind, eager beastly sounds mixing with smacks of stomach meeting ass. Balls bouncing off everything.
“FUCK!” I bellow, feeling turned inside out. Alive. More alive than ever.
Emptied.