Taunting the Stalker

Chapter 23- Hailey

"I can't- oh my god-" I moan, cumming for the third time on this man's face tonight.
My fingers were gripping the headboard so hard I worried it would break.
I was seriously going to pass out soon.

I kept trying to pull away, wanting to do something for him.
I felt bad.
But he just kept mumbling how he wasn't finished yet, coaxing me through another orgasm.
Nobody has even made me feel anywhere close to this good.

He pulls away finally, giving me a moment to breathe. My eyes still closed tightly.
"Look at me pretty girl" he tells me, his hands rubbing up my thighs.
I look down.
The lower half of his face is covered in my release, a proud smirk curving on his lips.
God he's hot.

"That's it. Eyes on me. Did so fucking good for me." He praises and I can feel my cheeks flaming red.
I can't take him talking to me like this.
Does things to me that I can't even explain.
I keep my eyes on him, leaning against my headboard.
One of his hands holds my waist while the other reaches up to cup my face.
"Tired doll?"
I nod my head quickly.
Another orgasm would kill me. I swear.

He gives me a knowing grin before lifting me off him, setting me down on my back as he gets up off the bed.
He returns a minute later from my bathroom with a washcloth, cleaning me up silently.
I just lie there in shock.
He throws the towel in the laundry before joining me, turning off my lamp.
"Sleep doll. I've got you" he says softly, pulling me into his warm body.

I'm so fucking exhausted.
I rest my head on his chest, feeling his fingers lightly play with my hair.
And just like that, I'm out. Drifting into the sweetest sleep, feeling so utterly satisfied.

•••

I wake up the next morning, feeling his arms wrapped around me tightly.
I glance up at him, noticing he's still sleeping.

I slowly try and wiggle out of his hold, not wanting to wake him, but his grip just gets tighter on me.
Big clingy idiot.
I wait a few more minutes before trying again, his grip on me becoming painfully tight as a frown forms on his face.

"No" he mumbles softly
I roll my eyes.
"I just want to go to the bathroom..." I groan, squirming away from him.

"Be quick" he sighs, loosening his grip on me so I can finally get up.
A few minutes later, he walks into the bathroom with a grumpy look on his face.
He comes behind me as I'm doing my hair, wrapping his arms around me.
"I told you to be quick" he mumbles in my ear, pulling me back against him.

"You're a fucking caveman, you know that?" I sigh, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
He just grins
"You like it" he tells me
Not entirely wrong there...

Once I get dressed, he insists on feeding me, practically dragging me downstairs.
"I'll make something for us" I tell him.
"You wanna cook for me doll?" He smirks
"Don't let it go to your head"
"Too late" he smiles, kissing me on my cheek before finally letting me go.

He leans back on the kitchen counter beside me, staring as I cook.
His eyes follow up the bare skin of my legs before reaching my shorts, licking his lips.
I'm flipping pancakes as he comes behind me, holding onto my hips while trailing kisses down my neck and onto my shoulder.
Flashbacks of last night fill my mind.
My legs fucking trembling at how good it felt.
Stop it.

"You're being distracting." I tell him, nudging him off me.
He laughs, giving me one last kiss on my neck before backing off.
"That's the point doll"

I roll my eyes at him, handing him a plate.
"Thanks love" he smiles, walking around to take a seat at my kitchen table.
I go to take to seat next to him, but he grabs me, pulling me onto his lap.

"You're insatiable..." I tell him, but I can't help the grin that comes to my face.
"Damn right I am when it comes to you."
I seriously can't ever be annoyed with him.
Not when he talks to me like that.

We eat together, one of his hands rubbing over my thigh as he shoves bites of pancakes in his mouth.

We spend most of the day curled up on the couch together, and I have to swat his hand away from going beneath my clothes every 5 minutes.
Man seriously can't help himself.

•••

"Come on... I have to go to work soon. Let me go get ready" I pleaded, trying to get him to let me out of his hold.
"You know, now that you're mine, you don't have to work unless you want to. I'd happily take care of you angel." he tells me.
He's too perfect. I can't stand it.

I just wanted to fuck with him.
Make him flustered like he does with me.

"And who said I was yours, hm?" I ask with a smirk.
His smile immediately drops and his eyes darken.
Oh shit...
He looks fucking deadly.
It's turning me on.

"You don't think you're mine huh?" He arches a brow at me, his grip tightening around me.
I shake my head no, too excited to even speak.

Oh I'm definitely going to push him over the edge.

He stands up, carrying me with him back to my bedroom, throwing me on the bed.
I watch as he leans down over me, my heart pounding at the way he looks down at me.
Fucking hot.

He gets on top of me, his arms on either side as he cages me in. He looks like a damn predator catching his prey.
I like it.

One of his hands comes to my thigh, heading up to grip my waist.
"Sure seemed like mine when you were making a fucking mess on my face last night huh?" He says, looking directly into my eyes.

I can't stop the whimper that leaves my throat.
Fuck.

"You need me to show you who you belong to doll? A reminder?" He tsks, leaning closer.
I nod, unable to form words.
Show me.

(a/n- haha I know I'm the worst)