Stalked For Love

by Royale, KC

  I needed her to come around my fingers, my tongue, or my cock before she left our bed each day. Our days needed to start and end with each other, and it did, with no exceptions. I actually wanted to feel connected to her in every way, every single day of my life.

  Would I call myself obsessed?

  I don’t believe I am. I am just a man who is deeply in love with a woman named Jessica Brennan. The only woman I’ve actually wanted to share my life with. The only woman I loved long before I’d touched her, or even kissed her. The only woman I watched, and as she called it, “stalked” for her passion, warmth and her love.

  She was the one I would always want, the one who I would be with forever. “Oh, Thomas…oh God,” she moaned, as she shuddered beneath me, and I knew she was close. It was safe to say that I knew her body very well at this point. Her body and I had a very close, and intimate relationship. As she began panting, she came with a long groan, before I began sucking on her, making her body jerk into my mouth. Then she screamed as if she was in pain or in labor, but I knew different. Her climax was escalating right before my eyes, pulling her into a web of pleasure as she trembled in my arms.

  She fell back on the pillows as I kissed up her thighs, over her belly, to her tender and swollen breasts, as she whimpered while writhing under me.

  I knew what she needed, because it was the same thing I needed. I lay on my side, close to her backside, lifting her leg over mine, and slipped into her hard and strong. We both moaned loudly, as I grasped her waist. She was wet, hot and greedy for my cock now. I could tell that she was almost ready to come again, and that turned me on even more.

  I loved that she wanted me so badly, and I knew that because the body never lies. I slowly flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees, and as I moved behind her. She was moaning already, just at the feel of me still inside her. I could feel her moistened walls sucking me into her even more, and I found myself growling as I got into position. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and she arched her back and moaned loudly. The sounds of her pleasure saturated my ears, and I loved every waking moment of it.

  “Baby, this what you want?” I growled at her, feeling myself losing control, very fast. Jessica brought out this beast in me at times, and I became a man who was possessed with nothing, but pure lust and desire, for her. She actually loved the beast in me, not only from the pleasure, but also because she knew she was the only one who could sate him.

  “Thomas, oh yes, please,” she panted, as I pulled gently on the hair in my hand, tilting her head upward as I began to pull out of her. I could feel her walls contracting mildly with my withdrawal, while she trembled in my wake. I withdrew from her, and she mewled her disapproval. I smirked even though she couldn’t see me. As my other hand gently played with her breast, kneading and pulling her swollen nipples, she groaned loudly.

  “I want you, baby, only you,” I whispered close to her ear and she trembled, as she rubbed her ass over my cock, tempting me to hurry and get back into her.

  “I want you, inside of me—now,” she whimpered, and I growled as I turned her head slightly, then traced the edge of her ear with my tongue.

  “Is that an order, Mrs. Brennan?” I yanked her hair back slightly, as I bit down on her ear, causing her to cry out.

  “NO! I-I’m sorry, professor, please forgive me,” she pleaded, and I smiled and leaned up, releasing her hair. I slide my hand slowly down her back, feeling her hot and moistened skin beneath my fingers.

  “Hmm, baby, you know I love it when you challenge me,” I groaned, as I slid my cock up and down her entrance, teasing her and testing her. She was what they called a pregnant sex fiend. She wanted it all the time now, and I was only too happy to give it to her. But sometimes I wanted her to work for it, and play the game I wanted to play. Lucky for me, she was always happy to oblige, and I loved her even more for that.

  I then pinched her hardened nipple and slammed into her at the same time, shocking her and her body into an immediate climax. She screamed my name, as her body tightened and released around my cock exquisitely. I found myself moaning and growling with each thrust of my hips into her plush ecstasy. As the intensity of her climax began to let up, I could tell that she was catching her second wind.

  So I slowed my pace to give her a few moments to catch her breath, because her orgasms were so intense now that she was pregnant. Once she was ready, she then began to move back onto me, pushing me deeper into her. A challenge?

  She wanted more, and she was never afraid to ask me, whether with her mouth or her body. I grasped her hips tighter and began to really lose myself in her, as I took her how she wanted and needed to be taken. She cried out as I groaned. I moaned as she moaned, I gasped when she gasped. We were in sexual sync, and it showed, as we both trembled. We were beyond sexually compatible. We were obsessed with each other, and deeply in love.

  She is my wife, and she just loved to provoke me at times. She also liked to push and challenge me in ways I’ve never been challenged before. As we came apart together, I realized something in that moment, while my hot seed was being sucked out of me by her body. I realized that Jessica was just perfect for me. She was beautiful, she was bold, and she was all mine. How in the hell I got to be so lucky?

  ***

  Jessica

  I had no doubt a year ago that my destiny included Thomas in a more direct way than him just being my professor. I couldn’t really call it fate, because he’d constructed most of our time together in his ploy to have me.

  But I couldn’t complain. To be wanted so intensely by a man as complex as Thomas was an honor, and also a bit frightening. But he and I were both very happy, and that’s what really mattered. We were moving so fast in our relationship, that it sometimes scared me, as well as my family, and for good reason. But I didn’t let it consume me, and I hoped they wouldn’t either. I loved and respected my parents, but the truth was that I didn’t need permission from them, or anyone else, to decide to get married or to move to Florence for a year.

  Thomas liked to call it our yearlong honeymoon, but now we were soon heading back to the states. For the birth of our son, and I knew it would be a bittersweet trip. We hadn’t even gotten there yet, and I was already anxious to go back to Florence. Where we could be alone and just be. After I agreed to be with him, completely. I told him that it would be on one condition, and before I even told him what that condition was, he agreed. Crazy man. But that was my dilemma in all this. I loved Thomas, and he was the man of my dreams, but was he crazy?

  I needed him to understand the error of his ways, even though he had his own love-struck reasons of stalking me. It still didn’t make it right, so I made him a deal. He had to re-enter therapy and talk to someone about his actions, and his future with me. So he had his private therapy sessions and we went to couple’s therapy, for the next eight months. Being with him became a full time job, but at the end of those eight months. I knew for sure that he was the man for me, the one I’d be with for the rest of life, and I happily accepted his proposal for marriage.

  He is wonderful man, and I found myself looking forward to those intoxicating looks he gave me, every time he saw me. Those sensual heated looks made me feel as if I was the luckiest girl in the world. The feeling of his warmth covering me, each and every day, not only calmed me, it excited me to. We’d been making love all morning today, and neither of us was ready to throw in the towel yet, even though it was almost noon. I didn’t know about other households, but mornings in our house were always, and I do mean always, amazing.

  This man had a ravenous hunger for me that just was unheard of, and I knew how extremely lucky I was to call him my husband.

  “Oh, Baby...” he groaned, as I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his soft prickly hairs under my fingertips, and admiring the toned and muscular cut of his chest and abs that were now glistening in our mingled sweat.

  The heat from his skin warmed and soothed my semi-swollen fingers. The scent of our combined pe
rspiration and arousal deeply fragranced our master bedroom. I needed him and his touch, and I wanted it all the time. Even more now, being pregnant. I touched his skin with my hands and my tongue, as he lay on his back. I just needed to taste him again. As I ran my tongue over his nipple, sucking it gently into my mouth, I could feel him tremble slightly beneath me, while growling.

  I slowly circled my tongue around one nipple, and then the other one. I found myself nipping him harder, and sucking more intensely, as I closed my eyes, getting completely lost in the taste of him.

  He was who I desired. His taste was what I craved, and his pleasure was what I needed to feel sated and satisfied. His fingertips alternated from massaging my scalp, to tightening in my hair, as I sucked and gently nipped his delicious cock.

  “Oh, Fuck!” He growled. I had truly become as obsessed with him as he was with me.

  I wasn’t sure if it was my pregnancy hormones, or just my hormones in general, but who cared. He was my husband now, and the rest didn’t matter to me. What I did know was that I not only wanted Professor Brennan, but I desperately needed him. I needed the taste of him on my lips, the smell of him saturating my nostrils. I needed to hear his pleasure in my ears, and feel him trembling from my touch. Our love was intense and insane, but it was ours.

  I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth, and he pulled my head up gently, as he came gloriously on my breasts. I was seven months pregnant, and neither one of us felt comfortable with me swallowing at this point. So we agreed to venture from that extra-curricular activity, for the remainder of my pregnancy. Afterwards, we showered together and headed downstairs to the kitchen, with our arms around each other.

  We loved holding one another, and it couldn’t be helped. It was past noon now, and we were starving for food, but we were both sated on each other. Which was always the case, in the Brennan household. As we made our way into the kitchen that I loved. It was a classic Italian kitchen, stocked with everything we could ever need. Life in Florence was peaceful, and our own, exclusively.

  We were practically living in our own world, where only the three of us existed. Even though life for us was moving fast, it was also exciting. I always wondered how I was so lucky to have a love like this “stalk” his way into my life. Life was good, and with the impending delivery of our son…life for us was more than good. It was just perfect.

  THE END

  Author Note

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  Synopsis:

  Two guys. One woman. She is attracted to both, but in two totally different ways. With one guy there is this magnetic pull to him, an intense physical attraction she can't control. The physical connection with this guy is so strong, that just a look or a touch from him, and she's in a trance of lust. But with the other guy, she feels safe, maybe for the first time in her life, with any man. There is this indescribable warmth, and emotive appeal about him, that she has never felt before. The emotional connection with this one guy, renders her speechless.

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  About the Author

  KC Royale started writing at the tender age of nine years old. Being the only girl in a house with four brothers, she used writing as a way to occupy her time. Her curiosity grew into her creating poems, and short stories in various genres, which then grew into a love of writing all types of stories. Having grown up in the Washington Metropolitan Area, she got a lot of her inspiration from life, love and nature. She currently lives in Maryland with her family, and her ever-present laptop. When she is not writing she enjoys watching movies, cooking, traveling, and listening to soft rock music. She is also an avid reader who enjoys a good romance, erotica, or thriller to pass the time.

  Acknowledgements

  I will keep this short and very sweet; I have the most amazing Dream Team that anyone could have and you ALL are very much appreciated. To my team of editors, proofreaders, betas and promoters… I THANK YOU, so much for your hours of support and feedback on my draft. I want to thank a few special people, whom I love dearly: Tracy A, Dawn H, Elizabeth E, Arissa M, Amber S, SallyAnn C, Angie F, Hope W. I want to send a very special shout-out to my wonderful friend, Amanda P. You ladies are ALL loved and appreciated! To all the readers out there, keep on reading and I will keep on writing. -KC