Stalk Her

Tears filled my eyes, but as that pain started to fade and warmth took its place, I felt a tingling pleasure fill me. He brought his hand down on my ass again, not as hard as the first time, but still with enough force it had a sound leaving me.

“Yeah,” he grunted. “So fucking good.”

My flesh felt scorching hot, the blood rushing to the surface. He spanked me over and over again, never letting up, causing me to be uncomfortably wet.

I wanted more, needed more.

I bit my bottom lip hard enough I tasted the coppery flavor of blood, but that pain led to ecstasy.

Butcher panted behind me, and I rested my forehead on the wall. I wondered how much he was controlling himself. I wondered if I could break that hardcore resistance he had.

“I need you, Butcher.” I looked over my shoulder and saw he had his focus on my ass. “I want you to be my first.”

He snapped his gaze up at me, this low growl leaving him. “Oh, I’m going to pop that cherry and claim it as mine.” He took a step forward then. “I’m going to make your pussy stretched so it fits perfectly for my cock.”

I panted, my body so overheated I started to feel beads of sweat coat my skin.

“Yes.” I breathed out that lone word.

“I fucking love hearing you agree.” He was right behind me now, his mouth by my ear, his chest to my back. “You want my cock stretching that virgin cunt real good?”

I couldn’t find my voice, so I nodded.

I bit my lip even harder, the pain a little reprieve from the intense pleasure moving through me.

“God, tell me, baby. Actually say the words.”

I couldn’t speak.

“Tell me,” Butcher ordered and moved his hands along my body.

I closed my eyes, swallowed, and tried to get through this without passing out. “I want your hands on me. I—I want you inside me.”

He groaned deeply. “Fuck, I could come just hearing those words, baby girl.” Butcher turned me around before I could catch my breath, his hands on my chest, his fingers pulling at my nipples. I was about to come right then and there.

He had his mouth on my nipple a second later, running his tongue around my areolas, moving back and forth between both breasts.

“Poppy,” he groaned against my flesh. “You going to let me do what I want, baby?”

I nodded. “Yes,” I said softly.

“That’s fucking right you will.” He slid his hand down my belly and between my thighs, cupping my pussy with so much pressure I reached out to grip his shoulders and steady myself. I couldn’t breathe and I felt lightheaded, like I might pass out.

“Spread wider for me.” His mouth was by my throat, his breath warm and humid. I did what he said and felt him slip his fingers through my folds, rubbing up and down, making me even wetter. “You’re so ready for me.”

One of his fingers found its way to my pussy opening, teasing the hole with one thick, long digit. He pulled back to look at my face at the same time he pushed that finger inside.

“I want to be buried deep in here, Poppy. So fucking deep.”

My breathing increased as he started fucking me with that digit, slow and easy, driving me higher to an orgasm.

“Beg me for my cock.” He pulled back and looked me in the eyes, leaving me grasping for sanity, sucking in air. His mouth was on me once more, his hand sliding down the length of my spine.

He made a strangled noise, the heat of his body leaving me begging, clutching at him, hoping for more.

He turned me around then and pressed my chest to the wall, the coldness chilling my overheated body. His chest was against my back a second later, and he pushed the hair off my neck, kissing the skin that was exposed. His hand squeezed one cheek of my ass, and I popped my bottom out, grinding it against him.

“You have no idea how hot it is seeing you spread like this, ready for me, so fucking soaked I can’t even think straight.”

With his hands on my hips now, he pulled my lower half out and I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance. But he didn’t push into me.

“You ready for me to fuck this virginity right out of you?” He spun me around and I cried out. “Are you, Poppy? Are you ready, baby girl?”

I licked my lips and nodded.

And then I was flat on my back in the middle of the bed, staring up at Butcher, seeing the primal desire on his face.

“Come here, Butcher,” I whispered, and he was on me in the next second, spreading my legs with his body, his cockhead right at my opening once more.