Bounty Hunter

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I paced back and forth in my living room. I’d gotten a quick peek into my bedroom and found a carton, with a red bow tie above it on my bed. Next to it, was a bouquet and it was the same flowers he used to get for me when he first started stalking me.

I’d once gotten a visual search of the flower and I was shocked when I realised the flowers had my name. Or I had it’s name. It began to make sense why he always referred to me as little flower.

His little flower.

My phone pinged and I hurriedly aimed for it. I sighed in frustration at Alex’s name hanging on my notification tab. A pang of guilt slashed through me for reacting the way I did to Alex’s message. I typed in a quick reply and just as I hit the send button, another message came in.

Butterflies cocooned my body. I tapped on the message.

Unknown: Open the box. Undress and crawl into bed.

I frowned at the message. I hesitated for a while, but quickly did as requested when another message came in.

Sending my hands over my head, I pulled over my shirt, leaving me in my sports bra. I pull my jeans down my legs and threw it on the side. Then I opened the box.

A long and fat brown sex toy was carefully laid out in the box, with white feathers protecting it. My hands trembled as I grabbed a hold of it, my mouth watering at its length and at the huge veins popping on it. I measured it against my arm and gasped. It was way too big and I wondered if it will fit inside of me.

My phone pinged again and I picked it up.

Unknown: Chop! Chop! Chop! My little flower.

My entire body trembled in anticipation as I removed the flowers from the bed and disposed of the box. My sports bra and thong came off. I crawled into bed, waiting for more instructions from my stalker.

My phone pinged again

Unknown: Good girl. Now, close your eyes and spread your legs for me.

Although his orders confused me, I put my phone asides and did as told. A gush of wind wafted into my room and I shivered. The hairs on my body stood on ends, but not from the cold, but from the smell of my stalker engulfing my nostrils.

Has he been here all along? Or perhaps lurking around, waiting until I’d obeyed to his instructions before revealing himself?

My eyelids shook and I forced it shot, refusing to meet his gaze as I refused to find out what will happen should I disobey him.

The room is quiet, only with the swooshing of the early morning breeze. I knew I wasn’t alone, but I couldn’t help but wonder what my stalker was up to.

I gasp when I feel his rough, yet cold fingers are my core, playing with my clit. My body jolted, my legs trembled.

“Your body responds to my touch like it was made for me,” he murmured. As his words made my heart pound in my chest, I realised I must have closed my legs unconsciously because he forced them apart and slapped my inside thighs.

I moaned from the pain that mixed with utter bliss, resulting in my heightening arousal.

“Spread your fucking legs,” he growled. I whimper as I do it.

Disappointment shot through my body when he retreated his fingers from my core.

I heard him speak again.

“Good girl. Now I want you to touch yourself. Show me how a greedy little cum slut plays with her messy pussy.” It’s embarrassing how quickly my hand shoves between my legs and burrows into my glistering core. I shudder the second my fingers find and roll over my clit, already so close.

“Good girl. Just like that. Now, put two fingers in,” he added. I obeyed, already feeling an aggressive orgasm build in my lower stomach.

“Faster,” he added, then I heard him growl. Was he stroking his cock?

“Stretch that greedy cunt for me. Think of my cock ramming into you,” I had a vivid image of his words and it almost brought me to the edge of the cliff as I stroke faster. Right now, I would willingly jump off that cliff and throw myself into the void.

I moaned. His dick filled my mouth, or was it the sex toy? No, it tasted too delicious to be plastic.

I opened my eyes, choking and sputtering as I drool over his dick, shamelessly playing with myself as the lewd wet glucking sounds fill the room.

My stalker was shirtless, flexing his abs. His cock pulsing as he groans. He grips my hair tight in both hands, thrusting aggressively as he takes what he wants from my mouth. I’m getting even closer, my fingers a blur on my clit. And when he groans that he’s going to come, I lose all control.

I’m still rubbing myself as I pull my mouth away from him, stroking him fast as I look up into his deep violet bedroom eyes with a face of pure lust.

I don’t know what came over me as I blurted out the words that I did. Perhaps, it was the orgasm building ever so aggressively in the pit of my stomach. Or maybe, the fact that I’ve been denied a release from this man, my stalker, but I said it anyways, with no regrets.

“Come for me, Reed,” I whimper, watching the venomous purple in his eyes turn to fire.

“Come in my mouth. Come on my face…please.”

And he did. I opened my mouth to welcome his spunk and my orgasm came crashing through my body. My eyes rolled back. My entire body trembled. I keep thrusting my finger inside me, calling out my stalker’s name until I rode out the last of my orgasms.

Everything still. Slowly, I opened my eyes. My stalker’s dick covering my entire cheeks.

He smiled at me.

“Good girl.”

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