My heart plummets, body on high alert.
Shit.
SHIT.
Please be my stalker.
Please be my stalker.
“Tell me it’s you,” I plead. “Please, please,pleasefucking tell me it’s you—”
“Shh… It’s just me, rockstar.” She presses her hand to my cheek, and I whimper pathetically, on the verge of panic from not knowing.
She bends over me and plants a few kisses on my face. “It’s just me. You’re safe. I have you.”
I relax back and sigh, head leaning into each kiss, mouth following her as if I can catch her if I try hard enough. She shifts up and pushes her thigh under one of mine, aligning our pussies together, and I groan when I feel her soaking cunt against mine.
It takes a little adjusting, and between every motion, she kisses my throat, my exposed tits. And once it’s right…fuck.
I didn’t realize I was just as soaked until right now… Because the noise of us together is by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Her motions are slow and deliberate. I should be telling her no. I shouldn’t be fucking her and thinking about how much I want to do this with Gemma, wondering how her cunt would speak to mine.
My stalker leans over and kisses my throat again, and I wonder if she’s just leaving her voice changer mask hanging around her throat as she alternates between kissing me and speaking.
“I needed you,” she whispers. “I needed to feel this.”
Fuck, I didn’t know I needed to feel this, too.
My hips arch toward hers, meeting her pussy with every stroke.
I hear a buzzing noise after a couple of minutes, and my chest sinks at the idea of her putting a vibrator between us. I jerk when she drags it over my nipples, my mouth sagging. Hell yes.
“Harder,” I breathe, needing this reality to completely take me out. “Please.”
The vibrator trails down my stomach. She pauses her hip motions when she places the vibrator between us, and when Ifeel her begin to rock once more, the bullet buzzing perfectly against my clit, I shudder.
“Fuck yes—right there—don’t stop,” I whimper.
She grabs my tit and rides me hard. I’m practically salivating at the sounds, the squelching wetness being exchanged with every thrust.
And yet, behind the blindfold, behind my closed eyes, all I can see is Gemma riding me like this.
Heat pools at my aching cunt more than before.
God, if it was Gemma on top of me like this, I’d already be gone. The fantasy fills me—blindfold off, being able to see the expression on her pretty face as she feels my cunt throbbing for hers. My tits in her mouth, her tongue in my pussy, her body sitting atop my face…
She changes the setting on the vibrator. I pull and yank on the bindings on my wrists and ankles, aching to be free so I can touch her, hold onto something as I come crashing down and down, stars exploding behind my eyes—
“Oh my god,Gemma!”
My mouth snaps closed the moment it slips out.
Gemma.
Shit.
Oh fucking hell.
Did I seriously just say Gemma’s name? To mystalker?!
