Sunshine and The Stalker

I lower her to her feet but keep my grip around her sweet curves in a tight hold. “Pretty sure when my tongue is inside you in a few minutes, you won’t give a goddamn about the floors.”

She tilts her head up and regards me with a soft, tender expression I don’t like. It makes my mind contract and expand. Like she’s pulling some sort of wicked sorcery and planting thoughts inside me.

Scary thoughts.

Evil, evil thoughts.

Like thoughts where she still looks up at me that same way for years to come.

Fucking years.

She’s sentencing me to a future, and I’ve barely met this warden.

“I’m going to come out with it, Stalker Darden,” she says with a huff. “I have small boobs which you already pointed out. And with small, disappointing boobs comes disappointing virgins.”

I blink at her. “And your point?”

“My point is, I’m not some sex goddess you probably think I am. I mean, I talk a good talk and all, but—”

My mouth crashes to hers, and she lets out a surprised moan. I grab her tight ass and carry her down the hallway. I flip on the lights to my bedroom and carry her over to my massive bed. It doesn’t see much action besides sleeping. The fucks I do allow myself happen elsewhere. This is my safe haven. The only fucking place I can relax.

So why did you bring her here?

My maddening thoughts mock me.

Because she’s sunshine and warmth and a Corona on the motherfucking beach.

I lay her down on the bed and revel in the nervous way she stares up at me. I’m desperate to maul her, but she’s putting so much trust in a monster, I can’t help but bow and yield to her. Perhaps another time I will destroy her. For now, I’ll spread her legs and lap at her cunt, a submissive beast.

“Take off your coat and dress,” I order, my voice sharp and demanding as I yank at my tie.

Her fingers shake, but she obeys me. Sweet girl. She tosses her clothing away and sits there looking cute as fuck in her mismatched bra and panties. Red bra. Pink panties. Fucking awful, and yet I find it the most adorable damn thing I’ve ever seen. Nonetheless, I want them gone.

“Bare, Cerys. Now.” I yank off my coat and then suit jacket before throwing them into a chair.

Her cheeks blaze pink, but she removes her undergarments. When I pluck through the buttons of my shirt, her honey eyes track the movement. I slide away the material and yank off my undershirt as well. The tiny mewl that escapes her reminds me of her demon cats. This little kitten wants to lick me too.

“Show me your cunt, girl,” I growl.

She bites on her bottom lip and slowly parts her thighs. Too slow. I grip her knees as I drop to one of mine and part her open. She’s bare. Fuck, that’s hot. Her pussy lips are pink, and her opening glistens with her arousal.

I’m going to destroy this.

Ruin it with every part of me.

I’ve never been so delighted in all my life.

My mouth is a beast of its own as I seek out her sweet taste. The moment my tongue laps at her arousal, she cries out, her fingers latching onto my hair.

Pulling and guiding and grumbling out orders.

She’s a beast, too, it would seem.

I suck on her clit, brutally so, and enjoy the scream of pleasure mixed with pain that has her arching off the bed. My finger dips slightly into her opening, seeing how tight she really is, and I am pleased to discover her body responds so easily to me.

Tugging at her outer lips of her pussy with my teeth, I inch my finger deeper into her heat, loving the slurping sounds her body is making.

“Little girl?”

“Y-Yes?”

“You can scream all you want. They won’t hear you.”

6

Cerys

His mouth is magic.

He’s a magician, and he’s toying with me, working me into a frenzy. His tongue darts between my wet folds, tasting, licking, devouring. I’ve never been eaten out, but the way his mouth teases, taunts, and sucks on the smooth lips of my pussy, I know he’s had far too much experience.

Shutting my eyes, I try not to think about the number of women he’s probably brought here. Or about how many have been right in this position. My thighs squeeze around his head as he barely teases two fingers into me. He doesn’t go farther than his second knuckle. He could, but then he’d be drenched in my virginity.

My thoughts are scattered between the moans he elicits from me and the fear that this is my first time and I’m about to do it with a man who’s old enough to be my father.

“Fuck,” he growls, causing my eyes to snap open. I regard him with wild, hungry eyes. I’m needy. I’m so close, so near orgasm that all I need is a tiny push. Something that will take the edge off, but he doesn’t give it to me.