Step Stalker

My self-consciousness starts to take a knee, but I’m still not sure.

Is he? Really sure about me?

Before I can voice my concerns, I’m flipped back over and he gets in my face. Uses his knees to shove my legs open and slaps his shaft several times against my damp, feminine flesh.

Smack smack smack.

“You see this cock, Lula? Hurts so bad it’s dripping come, begging for what you’ve got between these sweet-ass thighs. But not until I eat every soft, juicy inch of you alive. Understand?” He kisses me hard, tunneling his tongue into my mouth, groaning jaggedly, breaking away to speak in a rush against my lips. “Just so we’re clear, I’d fight another hundred wars for a shot at this tight little cunt. You’re built like a fucking woman. You’re built like what I need. Now spread your legs and take this tongue. Daddy’s starved.”

Whatever reservations I had are swept away on a tide of need so forceful, I actually shove him downward by those rock-hard shoulders. Needing to be pleasured. Needing his mouth. I am staring up at the rock ceiling of the cave but seeing nothing. Sucking in air. And that’s before he even licks me the first time. Once the tip of his tongue wiggles open the sides of my flesh and mashes against my clit, rubbing it up and down, his groan vibrating my thighs, I start to sob and twist, my thighs falling wide, fingers clawing into the earth.

Oh Jesus.

Oh God.

Was I really going to pass on this?

Vale looks almost drugged, his pupils blacking out the blue, that incredible back rippling as his mouth works, tongue flashing pink in the cave. He pushes a long finger into me, twisting it, then drawing it in and out faster, faster, with more pressure. It’s a relentless assault. A thin layer of discomfort over a treasure trove of pleasure. Just have to get there. Get there. And it’s easy when his tongue continues to bathe my clit, loving it side to side, up and down, Suckling it lightly while he adds a second finger, fucking me now with them. Hard.

Something inside me gives way and I choke on a scream.

Because on the heels of that gentle rip, a new tide moves in. It’s huge and frothy and overwhelming and there’s no way to escape it. I look down into his wild eyes and see the animal hunger there. The encouragement to accept whatever is happening.

Pleasure that is so intense it’s almost painful careens through me, coiling every muscle I possess, squeezing my loins, and I watch through fevered eyes as moisture from my body lands on his face, leaving his mouth and cheeks and chin wet. Dripping. He licks it off with an expression of rapture, wiping his face off on my belly as he prowls upward. Up my body until we’re face to face, me gasping for air, him darkly satisfied with the outcome of what just happened.

“My little girl squirts just like I knew she would. And she’s fucking delicious.” He comes down on top of me hard, pressing me down into the earth, lips flush against mine. “Now. Are you ever going to close your legs to me again?”

“No,” I whimper, my fingers sliding into his hair. That’s where they belong. His breath catches at my touch and my confidence grows even more. More. He wants me to touch him. He’s dying for it. “N-no, Daddy.”

“I didn’t think so.”

With a roar, he buries his sex inside mine.

“Vale!”

“Ah fuuuuuck.” His eyes are delirious, jaw slack. “That’s tight as hell.”

I’m coherent enough to know he brought down the barrier of my virginity with his fingers and I’m grateful for that now. Oh God, I definitely am because there’s no time for acclimating. He ruts me like he’s dying. I was aware of his raw strength before, but it’s so much more obvious now when he doesn’t hold a single ounce of it back, grunting into my neck, his hips powering between mine in quick, brutal pumps, raking me up and back on the grass like a ragdoll. I’ve never felt more feminine in my life. Never felt so sexual or attractive or alive.

“Thought a girl was writing me those letters. Then you show up with these big, round titties and an ass that can take a good long pound. A fucking woman. That’s what I need.” He jerks my legs up around his waist and his pace turns bruising, his thickness squelching in and out of my channel, his balls loudly rebounding off my buttocks. “A woman who still needs a Daddy, though, doesn’t she? A Daddy. A brother. An obsessed stalker who watches you finger your little, wet pussy from the trees. I’m all of those things to you now. Hear?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Going to protect you.” His voice is like gravel in my ear. “Going to keep what’s mine.”