Stalker

She might be angry with me, but she can't stop this current that's rippling between us either. She melts underneath me before she kisses me back just as fiercely, shoving her little tongue into my mouth.

We groan into each other's mouths as we tug and pull at one another's clothing in a frenzy.

She doesn't even have my pants all the way down before I'm inside her with one hard thrust.

I groan when I feel myself slide home inside her and fist a hand in her hair. “Look at me,” I snarl. “Let me so those pretty green eyes.”

I tilt her head back until she's looking up at me with angry, lust-filled eyes.

“You feel this? This is where you belong. Right here on your daddy's dick. I’m not going anywhere, Cynthia. You’re not going anywhere. Do you hear me?”

She whimpers, and I lick the column of her throat as I punch up into her savagely.

“This is what you do to your daddy,” I growl, half-crazed with lust and desperation. I can’t think straight. All I can focus on is claiming Cynthia again and