My Stalker [M24] Fucks the Shit Out of Me! [F22]

He left me a note again. It doesn’t say much, nothing other than two simple words, ‘I’m coming.’

Heat coils in my stomach and ice spreads over my skin as I stare at the words, the letters jagged yet somewhat neat. I know I should be afraid; I am afraid. This is my stalker. Stalkers are dangerous people, and I’ve heard countless stories upon which innocent women have become victims to these men. Despite that, I’m thrilled. The notes he sends me are sensual and erotic, and this one is no different. Only two words he sent, yet with less I feel more. In those two words, I know what he wants. I know what he will get. Tonight, I’m the prey; the helpless gazelle in the path of a jaguar. But I will not run.

I unlock the door. I pull the curtains aside. I head to my couch and drop my skirts, making a point to caress my legs as I do so. I know he’s watching. I’m going to give him a show he can enjoy.

I pull my panties down, exposing my pussy to the winter chill of New Jersey. I shudder as the breeze wraps around my wet folds, and I am sure they glisten when I run my finger down them, spreading my legs to the full view of the window. Thrills run through me with every stroke, and I plaster expressions on my face. I know he is hungry. He will not be able to resist much longer.

I’m right. Just as a small moan escapes my lips, someone comes barging in through the door. He’s dressed in all black, and I just manage to catch the blue hue of his eyes before he comes up to me and grasps my shoulder. His hot breath hits my ear with each uneven breath, and another thrill runs through me as I realize how close we are.

“You shouldn’t tease me like that.” I shudder. His voice is guttural, primarily. I glance down to see the bulge in his pants, material stretched to the point it might fray. My stomach twists. He is big.

“Then you should come have me,” I tease back, but my voice doesn’t sound as sure as I’d like. It’s shaky with desire, and I know he hears it when his entire back tenses. I wrap my legs around him in invitation, trying o calm my nerves when all I can hear is the loud thump of my heart. “You know you want to.”

I gasp as he pushes me down and unbuckles his belt. His pants and boxers fall seconds later, and I am left mesmerized by his long, thick rod. I can see the ridges and veins and – oh my god. His blue eyes pin me down, and I am left cornered like that gazelle as he pushes his cock against my heat. It glides seamlessly over the folds, sending waves of pleasure down my body and up to my face. My cheeks flame as he continues to rock his hips over mine, and when he finally plunges into me, a loud gasp rips from my throat. Zings of pleasure tear through me as he thrusts in and out, his strokes even and controlled. I claw at his back for dear life as he buries me into the couch. I moan into his chest, wrapping my legs around him as he pounds endlessly into me. He just yanks me by the hair and forces my eyes onto his, and I am left frozen by his stare as he continues to pound into me.

“Eyes on me, darling.”

We stare into eachother’s souls, and that make us come undone. We shart as we climax, and moans and the smell shit fills the air.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ywif5m/my_stalker_m24_fucks_the_shit_out_of_me_f22