Page 23 of My Stalker, My Protector
“Scout!” Her name leaves me, raw and agonized. “Stop this. Stop running Now.Now!”
A ripple of blonde to my right.
I change directions, increasing my pace until my sides are heaving from exertion, but it pays off—because there she is. I reach her, twisting my fist in the back of her jacket and hauling her to a stop. Throwing her face down on the forest floor, before rolling her over and looking down into two very pissed off green eyes.
She slaps me across the face.
I rip her shirt clean down the middle, filling my palms with her pert tits, straddling her hips as she squirms in the mud, rain soaking us both in seconds.
“That’s enough now,” I say hoarsely, stroking her nipples with my thumbs. “Open your fucking legs.”
“No.” Her palm cracks against the side of my face again. “No!”
I reach for the hem of her skirt. “Yes.”
We struggle in the mud, Scout leaning sideways to sink her teeth into my arm, making me shout.
“Did you like how it felt to be stalked?” She hisses up at me. “Wanting me and not knowing how to find me?”
“No, I hated it,” I growl, yanking her skirt all the way to her hips and shoving down her panties. “Don’t you ever do this to me again. Promise.”
“I’ll promise not to disappear again if you promise not to lie to me. Ever!”
I still my actions, zeroing in on her words. “Lie to you. Is that what this is about?”
“Pretending you only wanted me for one reason—to get into the head of my stalker.” To my horror, tears fill her green eyes. “It was so confusing. Our relationship felt like more, but I was so unsure. You made me unsure of myself. Of you.”
She might as well be carving my heart out with a dull knife. “I couldn’t tell you I was your stalker, Scout. You would have been scared. You would have run, just like you’re doing now.”
“Maybe I was scared at first,” she whispers. “But you could never really h-hurt or kill me, right? Those threats were only to ensure I complied. You didn’t mean them.”
"Right,” I say raggedly, not even stopping to analyze whether I fully meant them or not. I’m too eager to be back in her good graces. My quick agreement is how I get there.
Some of her tension ebbs. “The main thing I hated about your letters and emails and threats…was not knowing how to find you. I belonged to you and you weren’t coming to claim me. That lost feeling you experienced today, that has been me for months.”
“No,” I rasp, denial lancing my throat. “I’m sorry, angel. I’m sorry. I should have come for you sooner. I didn’t know you had a twisted soul that matched mine. I should have.”
She reaches up and spears her merciful fingers into my hair, scratching my scalp lightly. “No more lies. No more pretending and watching from afar. We do this up close.” She arches her back, showing off her bare tits, danger glinting beautifully in her eyes. “If we’re going to be sick, we’ll be sick together.”
“Yes,” I push through my teeth, my cock straining painfully in my jeans. “Together with my angel. Fuck food, water and shelter. You’re all I need to stay alive.” I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her face up to examine it closely. Every pore. “You and this pretty mouth.”
Scout wets her plump lips, leaving a sheen behind. “Use it, Daddy.” She shifts beneath me. “Use all of me.”
I’m too desperate for relief from my soul mate to do anything but walk on my knees until my lap is even with her mouth, fall forward and stuff my cock inside. With a continuous, guttural sound, I bang her little mouth, pumping myself past her gag reflex, watching her eyes water, my erection made stiffer by the broken choking sounds, the way my balls drag up and down her smooth chin.
“Good girl. You lay there and handle this motherfucking cock. Suck it down, baby.”
My hips begin to piston, her throat so fucking tight, so wet, her hands stroking up and down my outer thighs, around to my ass, which she grips and squeezes, as if letting me know it’s okay to let loose—and God, I want to. I want to drain my come into her belly, but after what we’ve been through together, I need to be face to face with my Scout.
I need our connection.
I need her to see the love in my eyes, without tempering it. Disguising it.
Pulling out of her throat with a wincing groan, I sit down on the forest floor, lifting her into a straddle on top of me, licking her whining mouth as she sinks down onto my thickness, her hips jerking up and back, riding me like a horny girl should.
“I think stalking me made you hot,” I manage into her ear, overcome by the push and pull of her cunt, the delicious twists of her hips, how hot it is inside of her. How tight and wet she became from having her mouth fucked. “Didn’t it, angel?”
“Yes,” she gasps, holding on tight to my shoulders. “It made me feel…alive.” She leans back, propping her hands on my thighs and undulating on my cock, giving me a front row seat to my struggle to get in, the wet glide on the way out. “But nothing could make me feel as alive as I do right now.Youdo that for me. Your touch, your heartbeat, your breath on my face. I never want anything less again.”