Page 7 of My Stalker, My Protector

“I’m not just going to protect you, Scout,” I vow, tucking a long strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I’m going to catch this motherfucker.”

She seems to be holding her breath. “Really?”

“Yes.” I trace her jawline with my thumb, shaken by how smooth she is everywhere. “In order for me to do that, though, I need to think like him. I need to get inside his head. Do you understand?”

A line forms between her brows, like she’s confused. “How will you do that?”

I should stop this, but it’s too late to turn back now. “By wanting what he wants,” I say, beginning to breathe hard at the sheer anticipation. “By having what he dreams about. That’s how I’m going to get inside of his head, Scout. Starting now.”

The panties around her knees fall the final distance to her ankles. We both see it happen in our periphery and nowshestarts to breathe faster. Not out of fear. No, I know the difference. Perhaps she’s nervous about exploring new territory with me, but she’s a horny girl and I haven’t let her sow a single oat since she arrived at college. Now? She might be apprehensive, but her caution and judgment are being clouded by hormones.

Lucky man.

Evil man.

Taking advantage of this fresh-faced girl. Entrusted to you by your best friend.

Fuck it. I’d go to hell just to witness a bat of her eyelashes.

“Arms up,” I say, against her mouth, slowly unsnapping the body suit where it fastens against her pussy, letting my fingers brush those sweet lips before pulling the garment up, over her white strapless bra, over her head and tossing it onto the table behind her. There is nothing between me and Scout Snyder but a B-cup bra now—but it’s still too much. My fucking skin is too much of a barrier between me and her. The scant inches of air separating us are offensive to me. I want to befusedto her. Suctioned. And that desire has me hissing breaths through my teeth as I unfasten the front clasp of her bra and watch those perfect titties appear, two ripe, palm-sized fantasies, all peachy flesh and rosy nipples.

Jesus Christ. She’sedible. Literally.

In this moment, I think I might actually be capable of eating her. Sinking my teeth into her and feasting on her delectable flesh, getting her inside of me by any means necessary.

“God knows he’d want to play with these, wouldn’t he?” I say thickly, stumbling forward and skidding the table back another few inches while my palms rake down her tits, massaging them with immoral hands, my cock leaking down the leg of my jeans. Overcome with the fervor I usually handle alone. “He probably jacks himself off thinking about these sweet little breasts. How much they like being touched.”

“How can you tell…they like being touched?” she gasps, arching her back.

“You’re pushing them right into my hands. And these nipples…” I pluck them with my knuckles, two, three times on each side, absorbing the sound of her moan into my bloodstream. “God, baby. Look how fucking stiff they are.”

The longer I fondle her tits and pinch her nipples, the more she starts to whimper and move restlessly against the table. I can’t take my hands off them. I can’t stop splaying my fingers over the entirety of them and arcing my thumbs over those pretty buds in the center. But surely my obsession is beginning to bleed through, so I move on, forcing my hands to move lower along with my wild gaze, caging her hips and gripping, pressing both thumbs into her belly button, before tracking them down to the slit of her cunt, massaging circles into the very top of it.

“Ohhhhh,” she whines, tilting her hips—and I finally look down at her sex to find her bare and glistening. A shiny, virgin treasure that I’ve obtained through foul means, but so be it. Her cunt is a work of art, pure and fresh and wet. “You think he wants to touch me there, too?”

I sound like Satan himself when I answer. “I have no doubt he wants to touch you here most of all, angel. This is what I need to do to get into his head. So I can find him and stop him.”

She nods at me bravely, biting her lip, slowly boosting herself into a sitting position on the edge of the table. “Okay.” She spreads her thighs open just barely an inch and my seed almost bursts out everywhere. Can she not tell at this point that I’m insane? My eyes feel like glowing coals, my skin tighter than new leather. My dick protrudes beneath the zipper of my jeans and rests against her inner thigh. Does she not know what my stiffness means? Or is she too caught up in my touch to register my arousal? “I trust you,” she whispers.

The little conscience I still have weighs down with guilt, but it’s nothing compared to my desperation to possess this girl. “Good, angel.” I spread her pussy flesh open with the pad of my thumb and rub gentle circles on top of her clit, witnessing the death of her innocence up close, the moment she discovers why women like to fuck, as much as men. Because of that little button she’s been keeping just for me—her pet monster. “But let’s be extra clear, I’m theonlyperson you will ever trust. Over your brother, your parents, your god. Everyone. There’s no one but me.”

“I don’t…” She’s slurring her words, her neck loose, barely able to keep her head up. “Why? I don’t understand.”

“You will. Spread your legs.” I groan over the fact that she obeys me without question, rewarding her by moving the pad of my thumb quicker, quicker, firmer, watching moisture seep out of her innocent slit and onto the table. This is my fantasy come to life and I can barely believe it’s happening. What’s more, she’senjoyingit. She’s enjoying the touch of the man who has been forcing her to live in fear. Caged and helpless. I hate myself, but this madness has me in its clutches. It won’t let go. “Put your heels up on the table for me. He probably wakes up every morning wondering what your little holes look like all in a row.”

My God. The way she lifts her feet so easily and props her heels on the very edge of the table, all supple flexibility, while looking me right in the eye, exposing all of herself to me at once, almost sends me to an early grave. She’s open and spread, mewling at the continued torture of my thumb on her clit, her mouth right there in front of me, moist and panting—and my restraint takes another nosedive, urging my lips up against hers.

Closer. Firmer.

And then I’m kissing Scout Snyder.

I’m kissing her beautiful mouth, fucking it with my tongue like it’s my job while I play with that swollen pearl between her thighs. She tastes like an explosion of sunlight and honey and happiness. Redemption and oblivion and sin. She tastes like a lifetime that I need to live.

“Oh, it’s starting to feel like…like m-more…” she stutters, her bare chest heaving up and down. “Like something more is happening.”

I’m making her come. I’m making my angel come, possibly for the first time. Right here and now, I could do away with the pretense that I’m trying to get into her stalker’s head, but if I reveal how badly I need her myself, I will be ripping off the seal that’s keeping my insanity inside. It will come spewing out like a geyser. I’ll conquer her and overwhelm her and dominate her. I might never let her leave this apartment again if I drop this act.

Apparently, I have one shred of decency left, because Ican’t.“Good girl. Let it happen. I guarantee your stalker is dreaming about making you come. He’s dreaming of that wet squeeze around his dick and how you’ll buck and hiss for it, like a bitch in heat.” I lick into her mouth to capture her shocked gasp, riding my mouth wide over the top of hers, dying to consume her, letting her know this is how it’s going to be with me. Vile and nasty, down and dirty. Spectacular, too, if she allows it to be. “If I can get you off, baby, I think I’ll understand him better.”