Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
She might as well be carving my heart out with a dull knife. “I couldn’t tell you I was your stalker, Scout. You would have been scared. You would have run, just like you’re doing now.”
“Maybe I was scared at first,” she whispers. “But you could never really h-hurt or kill me, right? Those threats were only to ensure I complied. You didn’t mean them.”
"Right,” I say raggedly, not even stopping to analyze whether I fully meant them or not. I’m too eager to be back in her good graces. My quick agreement is how I get there.
Some of her tension ebbs. “The main thing I hated about your letters and emails and threats…was not knowing how to find you. I belonged to you and you weren’t coming to claim me. That lost feeling you experienced today, that has been me for months.”
“No,” I rasp, denial lancing my throat. “I’m sorry, angel. I’m sorry. I should have come for you sooner. I didn’t know you had a twisted soul that matched mine. I should have.”
She reaches up and spears her merciful fingers into my hair, scratching my scalp lightly. “No more lies. No more pretending and watching from afar. We do this up close.” She arches her back, showing off her bare tits, danger glinting beautifully in her eyes. “If we’re going to be sick, we’ll be sick together.”
“Yes,” I push through my teeth, my cock straining painfully in my jeans. “Together with my angel. Fuck food, water and shelter. You’re all I need to stay alive.” I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her face up to examine it closely. Every pore. “You and this pretty mouth.”
Scout wets her plump lips, leaving a sheen behind. “Use it, Daddy.” She shifts beneath me. “Use all of me.”
I’m too desperate for relief from my soul mate to do anything but walk on my knees until my lap is even with her mouth, fall forward and stuff my cock inside. With a continuous, guttural sound, I bang her little mouth, pumping myself past her gag reflex, watching her eyes water, my erection made stiffer by the broken choking sounds, the way my balls drag up and down her smooth chin.
“Good girl. You lay there and handle this motherfucking cock. Suck it down, baby.”
My hips begin to piston, her throat so fucking tight, so wet, her hands stroking up and down my outer thighs, around to my ass, which she grips and squeezes, as if letting me know it’s okay to let loose—and God, I want to. I want to drain my come into her belly, but after what we’ve been through together, I need to be face to face with my Scout.
I need our connection.
I need her to see the love in my eyes, without tempering it. Disguising it.
Pulling out of her throat with a wincing groan, I sit down on the forest floor, lifting her into a straddle on top of me, licking her whining mouth as she sinks down onto my thickness, her hips jerking up and back, riding me like a horny girl should.
“I think stalking me made you hot,” I manage into her ear, overcome by the push and pull of her cunt, the delicious twists of her hips, how hot it is inside of her. How tight and wet she became from having her mouth fucked. “Didn’t it, angel?”
“Yes,” she gasps, holding on tight to my shoulders. “It made me feel…alive.” She leans back, propping her hands on my thighs and undulating on my cock, giving me a front row seat to my struggle to get in, the wet glide on the way out. “But nothing could make me feel as alive as I do right now. You do that for me. Your touch, your heartbeat, your breath on my face. I never want anything less again.”
She’s working me so well, lifting on her knees and wiggling back down, tucking her hips back and circling on my tip before giving me one thorough scoop, taking my dick to the hilt, before starting the erotic pattern all over again…and I realize Scout owns me. Not only have I been her hidden master all along, but she has been mine.
I have no idea where this twisted ride will take us, but I know one thing…
I can’t let her get away with running away from me. Not entirely.
Scout is mewling and shaking, on the verge of coming when I flip her over hard into the dirt, face up, wrapping my right hand around her throat. Tightly. Watching surprise and that addictive touch of fear mingle in her wide eyes. “Run from me again and see what happens, little girl.”
“Sh-show me, Daddy,” she manages, blinking, her voice nothing but a thin bit of string.
I’m all too happy to comply with her request, biting and bruising and slapping and choking my soul mate to a shrieking, convulsing orgasm on the forest floor, after which she clings to me, gasping and boneless, whispering the many ways she loves me into my neck…begging me to do it all again tonight…and I have a feeling life is going to be very different from now on.