STALKER [S] (P.IV)

                                    

                                          
WHEN WE ARRIVE to his house, he allows me to step inside first. It's quiet and dark, and when I hear the click of the door closing, a chill runs down my spine. 
I take a few steps forward, but stop in my tracks soon enough. I hear him walk towards me until he's right behind me and his chest collides with my back. 
"Clothes off," he whispers in my ear. "Now."
I swallow harshly and slowly strip until everything was off. It was an unusual feeling to be completely naked while he was fully clothed. I could feel his eyes roaming my body, and I could feel him grow harder just from the sight of me.
I suddenly feel his hand on my shoulder before it moves to my throat. He clamps his hand around my neck and squeezes, and a shameful moan leaves me.
I feel his chuckle against my skin and he presses kisses my cheeks. His other hand moves down to my waist, and he holds me tight against him.
I bite my lip and move my hips at just the right angle. A low groan escapes him and I feel a pulse between my legs at his sounds.
I love when he makes noises.
There's nothing hotter than a vulnerable man.
I continue with my moments for a couple more seconds until he bends me over the couch that was right in front of me so my ass is hiked up on the arm of the couch.
He moves his hands to my hips and he kisses down the name of my neck, my back, until he's gripping both of my ass cheeks and spreading them apart. He draws one lick up my core, and I dissolved completely.
My back arches and my eyes roll back. I grab onto the couch tightly and gasp in breaths I desperately needed. He was somehow so unbelievably good at pleasuring me, my release was already so close. 
He kept his movements going and I kept moaning his name. I was so close, so close, so close—
And he stops.
I lift my head up in surprise, but he forces my head back down. I hear his belt buckle and his pants move down, and it's the only warning his gives me before he begins to enter me.
My hips buck up and I groan as he stretches me out. He was so big, it should be illegal that I was already full after only a few inches of him. I knew we weren't even half way in, and that scared me.
He kept going until he could go as much as he could. I knew he wasn't all the way in from the fact that his pelvis hadn't been flat against me. He growled lowly, his hand still on the nape of my neck. 
Even though it was still painful, part of him gave way to pleasure, and a soft moan left my lips. 
"You want me?" He says lowly, his voice coming out in small pants.
I nod.
"Show me, then."
One of my hands moves to his hand on the nape of my neck and I thrust my hips back and forth. I feel him move in and out of me and it feels so delicious I don't ever want to stop.
I curse and moan as I keep up my pace — which wasn't fast — feeling every vein and twitch. 
"Good girl," his low voice infiltrates my ears again. His other hand squeezes my ass. "Such a fucking good girl."
He thrusts his hips harshly once and I moan loudly from the rough pace. Though my slow pace felt good, nothing felt better than a rough and punishing pace.
He squeezes my ass harder and thrusts again and again, and I stop moving my hips to let his take control. I'm moaning and the squelching sounds grow louder and louder, clearly showing my feelings towards this.
He lifts me up by the nape of my neck, colliding my back against his chest. He thrusts a few more times before roughly pulling out and forcibly directing me towards his bedroom. 
He moves me onto my back when my back collides with the mattress. "Spread your legs."
I don't protest and do so.
His hands grip my thighs and he draws yet another lick on my pussy. "Fuck, I can't get enough of you," he murmurs. 
I arch my back and moan. I try to close my legs, but he forcibly keeps them open. He detaches from me and kisses my lips, making me taste myself. 
He kisses me for a few seconds before pulling away. He pushes my legs back until the backs of my thighs touch my stomach. He leans forwards and slams himself inside of me, filling me completely. 
I arch my back and gasp, my legs beginning to shake against my body and his hands.
He thrusts so deliciously deep, and it takes all but five seconds before my release hits me. He only moves faster as he helps me ride out my orgasm.
Once I come down from it and my muscles begin to relax, he flips my over onto my hands and knees. He tilts me to the side, and a body length mirror is in my view. 
I notice my messed appearance, clearly obvious that I was being fucked hard. "Beautiful," his hand came to my throat, squeezing again. "Look at how much of a slut you are for me, baby."
I watch as he keeps thrusting inside of me and how I crumble at the feeling. He's driving himself inside of me and a red flush is spread up to my cheeks, my eyes half-lidded while I bite my lip.
"Such a good girl," he whispers huskily. "You're taking my cock so well, aren't you?"
I nod frantically, my eyes rolling back. "Yes, f-fuck."
He pulls me up again and squeezes my throat. He pulls out all the way and slams back in, and that's all it takes for me to crumble a second time.
I moan his name and he thrusts a few more times before his release hits him and I feel him filling me up. 
I lean my head back on his shoulder and pant. I close my eyes, trying to stop my shaking legs and regain my composure.
Is it bad that I want to be fucked again already?
He seems to read my thoughts and squeezes my throat. "Don't think it's over yet, stalker. Round two's just around the corner."