Page 71 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

She blinked a little, as if surprised to see me, then smiled. “Good morning.” She sat up and stretched, forgetting that she was naked. My eyes locked on her breasts.

I reached for her and she came willingly, her body warm and compliant. I tucked her in front of me, her back to my chest, and pulled one of her legs over my hip. I wanted to thrust into her, but I was afraid she might not be ready.

I dipped my hand down to her and ran my fingertips along her folds. She sighed, arching back into me and opening her legs wider, providing me with easy access.

“You like that, huh?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She stretched again and put her arm behind my head, bringing my face in closer to hers. I laid my head beside her neck and sucked on her pulse point while I played with her clit.

“Oh God,” she moaned pushing her ass back against me, rubbing against my very hard cock in the process.

I dipped my fingers inside her and smiled.

“Did you have naughty dreams, Daisy?”

She giggled a little. “Maybe.”

“Were they about me?” I pushed three fingers inside her, making her struggle just a bit to take me.

“Yes,” she sighed as she moved her hips back and forth, riding my hand.

“Good.” I removed my fingers, bringing them back to play with her clit, rubbing circles around it at the same time I thrust deep inside her.

She screamed out, and this time I only heard pleasure in her voice. She was adjusting to my size. That was good. I liked to fuck all kinds of ways, but I really loved to go hard.And I didn’t want to hurt her.

“Does that feel good?” I asked through clenched teeth.

“God, yes!” she cried out, as I grabbed her hips and pumped inside her hard, the angle good for plundering deep inside her.

“Can I go harder?” I was aching to unleash on her, to really let loose.

“Yes,” she gasped out.

I closed my eyes, telling myself to go easy. “Turn around and grab the headboard.”

She did, looking back over her shoulder at me questioningly.

I grabbed her ass, pulled her back towards me, and slammed home. She cried out, but I was lost in the pleasure of how she felt, her warm velvety cunt wrapped around my cock was pure heaven. I held her tight, not caring if I left bruises as I put one foot on the floor for leverage and really started fucking her, hard and deep.

“Jesus,” she cried out, taking my full length over and over again. “You’re so… big,” she gasped out.

“But I fit in you, my perfect girl,” I said, watching my dick disappear inside her, watching her take me. My eyes rolled back it felt so good to be inside her. I thrust and thrust until her cries got louder, wilder, more desperate. I knew she was going to come soon. I went harder, as hard as I dared, while I reached around and pinched her clit in quick pulses.

She screamed and came almost instantly, her walls squeezing around me and pushing me over the edge. I yelled out my passion, and I came hard, all the anxiety and frustration over what to do, how to get to her over the past few weeks, vanishing as I claimed what was mine.

I collapsed over her back, making sure my hands came down quickly enough to keep me from crushing her. Then I rolled her into my arms, and we lay there, shaking and exhausted in each other’s arms.

***

I didn’t intend to, but I fell back asleep snuggled against her. She was so comfortable. When I woke up again, it seemed like acouple of hours must have passed. She was gone. I frowned and rolled out of bed in search of her, pulling on some underwear before leaving the bedroom.

I didn’t have to look long. I heard her singing and smelled delicious food. I rubbed my chest as I walked towards the kitchen. I leaned against the wall for a bit just to watch her. She was wearing an overly large T-shirt, singing along with whatever was playing on her earbuds, and doing a little dance as she flipped pancakes on a griddle in the middle of the state-of-the-art stovetop.

She turned around and saw me right as she flipped a pancake. I startled her, and she almost dropped the pancake. She caught it at the last minute and managed to get it back on the griddle. “You scared me,” she laughed, pulling out her earbuds.

“You cook?”

“What?”