She wasn't sure exactly when it all started
She just knew at some point she started feeling a presence other than her own
Initially she brushed it off as paranoia derived from her lack of sleep
But
With time and more time
That shadow following her became more careless and sloppy
She was able to catch the glimpse of his face too, only for him to retract in panic every time
She slowly began to accept that she had a STALKER
A stalker that popped in her mind while she were in the privacy of her bedroom, with her hand, pillow and curses leaving her tongue
It was a pity she didn't had a name to pair with the face
No name to moan out to or beg for
It had become so often than ever that now she could clearly tell that he had his eyes on her all the freaking time
And she milked it, wore more revealing clothes, left the window curtain open, doors unlocked,
Hoping and just hoping that he would gain courage to do more than just watch her from a distance
He never did
And she couldn't help but think that he never would
It frustrated her to no extent so much that it had become a play for her
To see when he would crack and pin her down for the fucking taking
Today was the day to play hard and harsh
With her petite frame covered in a net lingerie, a real pamper for herself and HIM
Wanting to feel pretty while bringing herself to her pleasure, she bent at the edge of the bed with her hand under her body as she rut herself against it
Fingers pressing at her heat but never invading inside
Not yet, no....
She wanted to whine for more first, to have him fixated on her
Maybe she could invite someone over
Her small arms arched to grab hold of her phone while two fingers made their way inside her slick opening making an involuntary moan to spill out
Dialling one of the numbers in her contact list, her breath heaved as she placed the phone near her ear
But all too soon, her hand was empty and face forced down into the mattress
Her only thought
"Fucking finally "
She wasn't sure if he had hung up, not that she cared, merely focusing on the body pressed to hers to the hand slowly travelling down her back as if attempting to memorise every curve of her body
Her body shuddered, spreading her legs even wider, hearing a chuckle come behind her, so close to her ear
"Tell me"
His voice rough , a little strained but touch was confident , as if he knew her body was HIS
"Do you really think someone else can pleasure you when iam the one constantly in your mind"
He didn't really hesitate after that, pulling his growing hardness from the confines of his sweats and pressing it against her
Oh she wanted it more than anything
For him to ruin her despite having no prior experience with it
He knew that of course
But the knowledge of it didn't make him any gentle though
He simply cursed, his long fingers curled around the flesh on her waist, as he pushed inside her all at once, not giving her anytime to get used to his size and adjust
But she could take it no??
Teasing him constantly him rewarded her with at least this much
She cried out and whined, the harsh deep thrusts paired with the burning of stretch all new overwhelming sensation to her, her hands tightly fisting the sheet below her as encouraging moans spilled out of her mouth....almost begging him to paint her insides with his cum
"This tight virgin cunt of yours is mine to fuck and ruin.
And You'll be sure to remember that sweetheart "
The end.
