Page 25 of My Stalker, My Protector
He rips off his baseball cap and tosses it aside, leaving his hair in sweaty disarray, then he approaches the bed while unfastening his pants, that thick, generous part of him already forming a hard ridge, as I knew it would. “The reporters outside the stadium were asking about you again.” He plants a knee on the bed, his eyes devouring me, starting at my toes and ending at the crown of my head. “Where is your wife, Mr. Jenner? Is it true you make her watch the game from the hotel?” He shoves my thighs apart, groaning and fondling himself, spitting once, twice on my sex. “Why don’t you allow her to attend the games?”
I bite my lip and begin to tremble when he takes out his big, meaty shaft, my toes digging into the mattress with glee over the way it sticks straight out, a messy shine of precome decorating the bulbous tip. “Don’t listen to them. Don’t worry about them,” I manage, my voice sounding funny. Breathless. I’malwayswinded in his presence. “They don’t understand.”
“No…” He skims his palm up my inner thigh, kneading my wet center for a moment and making me gasp, before his touch continues up my ribcage, higher, five fingers wrapping around my throat and cutting off my air. “They don’t understand that when you attract attention with your beautiful face and body, a dark part of me wants to kill you, do they?” He climbs on top of me, adding his second hand to my throat. “They don’t get it. You’re safer tied up to my bed at the hotel. Safe from other cocks. Safe from your own husband.”
I start to struggle, because black is creeping into the edges of my vision and he loosens his double grip, allows me to gasp, to fill my lungs before he flattens me completely with his body, baring his teeth against my lips. I taste blood and I love it. I feel his violence and I want it to wreck me, leave me in tatters.
“Nothing matters but this,” I whisper, wrapping my legs around his hips. “There’s no one but us. It’s all noise out there. It’s all fake. We’re the only thing that’s real.” I rub my inner thighs up and down his ribcage, slowly, tilting my hips up to give him access to my drenched pussy. “They wish they could feel an ounce of what we feel every single day.”
“You feel lust for me, angel. Youloveme.” He rakes his open mouth over mine, side to side, his expression agonized. “You don’t want to choke me and bruise me for simply existing. For daring to conquer my every waking thought. To make me feel like a prisoner inside my own body. You fuck me up so bad, I can’t think or see or do…anything.” In one quick movement, he reaches down and shoves himself inside of me, throwing his head back and groaning like a mating beast. “It’s no wonder when you’ve got such a tight, young cunt, is it?Fuck!” He thrusts for a full minute, his drives aggressive, frantic, his muscular body flexing in the muted light. “I can feel it pulsing around my cock every second of the day. I can see your green eyes looking up at me, trusting me not to crush you, not topunishyou for being alive.”
He begins pounding me, shaking the bed, my cries of delight filling the hotel room.
All I can do is lie there and take it, my wrists tugging on the bonds, my eyes full of tears that eventually overflow and track down my temples. He fucks me until my voice is hoarse, snarling in my ear about the pain I cause him, the misery, the beauty I provide, the color I bring to his world, how he wants to spank me until I can’t walk.
“Do it, Daddy,” I say, pouting, opening my thighs as wide as I can, being rewarded with violence pumps of his lower body, his sharp spit on my tits. “Punish me. They don’t understand. They’ll never understand. Mark me everywhere. I love it.I love you.”
“Goddammit, angel,” he breathes, a shudder wracking his chest. “I love you, too. Forever. For fucking ever. I love you more every single second. It’s breaking me.I love you.”
“You hate me a little, too.” I clutch my sex around him, making his eyes bulge, the cords stand out on his throat, a raw, tortured sound leaving his mouth. “Show me.”
My husband unleashes his lust and love and fury on me, fastening his mouth over mine and sucking up all my oxygen while his hard length rifles in and out of me, his show of primal aggression making me orgasm in seconds, the pleasure stealing my breath even further, unconsciousness starting to threaten from a distance, then growing closer…close…
And as Cash slants his mouth over mine in another grinding kiss, without allowing me to breathe first, I wonder if this will be the time his obsession takes over and he finally kills me.
I don’t care.
I know that he’ll find me in whatever afterlife awaits us.
He’d find me anywhere.
Just before I black out, he breaks the kiss and I gasp wildly, replenishing my lungs, his twisted, lovesick expression the final thing I see before I’m flipped over and taken from behind with my cheek pressed to the mattress, wrists crisscrossed and straining in their bonds, his chants of my name and cracks of his palm against my flesh filling my ears.
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