Stalked – Curvy Women Wanted

Whenever Emily was around, he was in a permanent state of arousal. “This is what you do to me, all day. Does it help?”

“A little?”

“Good, because I want to see you naked. Completely naked.”

Today, she’d picked a pair of jeans and one of his shirts. Underneath she wore a black crop top. None of the layers of clothing hid her wondrous curves. She kept on swaying her hips as she opened each button of his shirt, removing it from her shoulders. The fabric dropped to the floor. The lace of her black bra peeked out of the top of her shirt.

Working his length up and down, he wanted a taste of her, to feel those tits pressed against his face as she took his cock.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“I’m not even completely naked yet.”

“You don’t have to be to make me ache.” He pressed two fingers against the base of his cock, and let her see just how hard he was without even touching it, just guiding it. “You see this? This isn’t for anyone but you. I want you so badly, Emily.”

She opened her jeans and turned to present her ass to him, as she pushed them down to her knees, then kicked them right off without a care in the world.

Her lacy panties were on full display, but she didn’t take them off. He wanted her pretty pink cunt, but she spun again, and this time, the shirt came off.

Now, she was just in bra and panties; the boots had come off sometime between the shirt and jeans. He didn’t know when. She fingered the bra strap, turned again, and released the catch, letting out a little gasp as she did.

“Oh, no, what did I do?” she asked.

He chuckled. She removed her bra, but he didn’t get to see her tits, not until she spun around, but she covered them with her arm.

She stepped closer, and he didn’t care if she was trying to tease him, or prolong this, or what she was really trying to do. He grabbed her arms, pulled her across his lap, and kissed her hard. “You drive me fucking crazy.” Within a matter of seconds, he had her panties torn off her body, again. She would learn eventually he had no intention of letting her be in them for long.

Emily helped him as he pressed his cock to her slick entrance, and lowered her down his length.

She moaned, and he watched her as she closed her eyes, taking his dick, seating herself onto him to the hilt, and looking fucking incredible as she did. This was the way it was supposed to be from the very fucking start.

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Emily hummed to herself as she closed and locked up her apartment. She couldn’t recall a time she’d been this happy, not since before her parents’ unfortunate passing. Just a brief thought about them, and she missed them so much. They’d always been there for her, whenever she needed them most.

She wondered what they’d think of James.

He was older than she was, by twenty years, but it didn’t stop her feelings for him. In fact, she knew without a shadow of a doubt she was falling in love with him.

It had started with a crush, built to lust, and now, yes, she knew he was the one.

Crazy thoughts, and she wouldn’t tell him. There was no way she could. What if he ran in the opposite direction?

This was her first relationship, and she had no intention of scaring him off with admitting her feelings for him. Not going to happen.

With the money in an envelope, she went to the landlord’s door and knocked. It didn’t take long for him to open.

“Hi, Mr. Cole. I have your rent.” There had always been a little confusion with the rent now that she thought about it, but last time she saw him, he’d been so distracted, she had asked him about the rental arrangements to make sure. She hadn’t constantly paid him upfront. Mr. Cole had always been a nice man, and she knew friends with her parents.

“Emily, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“I have your rent.”

Mr. Cole stared at the envelope but didn’t take it.

“I’ve told you before we set up an arrangement and you do the rent via bank transfer.” He then told her the amount she was paying in the rent.

“Aha, I know, but something must have happened because when I went to the bank, they told me according to my account, the payments I’d been making and they were incorrect.” The grief of her parents had made her particularly sloppy when it came to monitoring her finances, but she had thought she’d been paying the right amount of rent—but why wouldn’t Mr. Cole have told her before? She earned a good wage from James, and she always made sure to keep within a budget. Her mother taught her the key to surviving in this world was to save. She would never forget her mom’s advice, and after seeing the benefit of that the other day at the bank, she would be forever grateful to her mother.