Page 28 of The Stalking King

Maksim: I don’t know maybe because part of me still wants to be a good man. Or pretend to be, at least.

There’s a long pause before she sends another message. I call Anton, checking on security and asking if there’s any news about Daniel—there isn’t—and by the time I’m done, she’s texted back.

Lia: Maybe I find it easier for you to be a bad man.

I swallow, my body stirring.

Maksim: What are you saying?

Lia: You know what I’m saying.

My pole grows solid again, hunger gripping me. My mind goes back to the scene in the kitchen, her legs wrapped around me, beautiful breasts crushed against my chest. My balls are pulsing with the need to empty inside her.

Maksim: I wish I’d kept kissing you. I wish I’d torn off your clothes and pushed your perfect tits together, tasted your nipples until they were tight little buds. I wish I’d ripped away your shorts and your underwear and rubbed my hand up and down your pussy, smearing your wetness until you couldn’t take it anymore. I wish I’d watched you come for me, all over my hand, your hips twitching like something else had taken control. I wish I’d fallen to my knees and tasted you. I wish I’d taken you right there in the kitchen, spread your legs and fucked you deep and hard and relentlessly.

I’m throbbing, my shaft burning with desire, my heart pounding almost painfully in my chest.

A minute passes, then she replies.

Lia: That was a mistake. I shouldn’t have asked you to do that.

Fuck. Did I go too far?

Maksim: I lost control. When I was typing that message, it was like I was there.

Lia: It did its job. I know I’m sending mixed messages.

Maksim: Send me any kind of messages you want, as long as you keep sending them.

Maksim: What do you mean, it did its job?

Another pause.

Lia: Use your imagination… I’m sure you can figure it out.

I clench my jaw so hard it’s a miracle I don’t break something. Oh, fuck.

Maksim: Are you telling me you slipped your hand between your legs and rubbed your soaked pussy after reading that message?

I’m breathing like an unhinged lunatic, my cock harder than it’s ever been before.

Lia: I need you to promise you won’t watch me anymore.

She ignores my question. I picture it anyway, Lia with her hands buried in her shorts, moving furiously, her eyes fixed on her phone. I imagine her breaking for me, soaking her own hand. I hear the filthy, delicious noises.

Maksim: I promise.

Lia: This doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you, but thank you. I’m going to try and settle down for the night. I’m exhausted. Please tell me if there’s any news about Daniel.

Maksim: I will. But you still haven’t answered my question.

Another pause, then.

Lia: Yes. I’m only human.

I close my eyes, the image coming to life in my mind. Her hand working away, her hips chasing the movement. I imagine walking in and finding her like that, then stopping her before she can orgasm. Finishing the job for her.

Before I know it, I’m standing in my bathroom, over the sink, my cock in my hand. I close my eyes and pump fast and hard, thinking of her, dreaming of her, almost feeling like it’s the real thing in the final, blissful moments.