The pictures around his walls did nothing to satisfy the need for her that he felt. He needed to know what her hair felt like, how warm her skin was, how loudly she could scream. At first it had just been taking pictures of her, just so he could look at them while he lay in bed at night with his hand wrapped around his cock. But soon, that wasn't enough. He needed more.
He followed her home from school, watching her with her friends, staying to the shadows, staying hidden from her eyes but always watching her. He followed her everywhere she went.
He got bold one night and snuck onto her property, quickly finding her bedroom window. He kept to the shadows so she wouldn't know he was there. He watched her pull her shirt over her head, exposing inches of creamy flesh his hands wanted to touch. She had her back to him as she reached around and unclasped her bra, letting her fall from her shoulders. His bit his lip when she turned around. Her breasts were perfectly round with rose colored nipples that were just begging to be sucked. He almost moaned when her hands when to her jeans and she popped the button, sliding them and her panties down her legs, leaving her bare to his eyes.
She shaved, that much he could tell. When she left the room wrapped in a robe he ran back to his bike and climbed on, rushing home, his cock achingly hard in his jeans until he got home to her pictures. He needed to come up with a way to make her his. She already was, she just didn't know it yet. He scared all suitors away, threatening them without revealing himself. It was easy. High school boys were idiots. She was all he thought about, all he craved. She would be his one day, he just had to come up with a plan. But until then he needed to lay low.
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RomanceDaryl was stalker crazy for Beth. She was 18 a senior in high school and he was a 27year old just obsessed. Things quickly eloped where Beth was now under his care and protection from the enemies of her father's dirty past. Growing more and more of...
