My Stalker – My Protector Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Insta-Love, Novella, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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I gather her closer, keeping the angle but allowing myself to grind on her clit with every thrust and she squeals, literally, the girlish sound loud in the small office. Vaguely, I can hear my teammates wondering out loud about the sound…and now the desk is rocking on the floorboards, too, along with the heavy grunts I can’t control. My hips thrust and retreat, angling down, my forearm corralling her to the edge of the desk, my lower body beginning to unhinge itself, ass swinging back and pounding forward, down, the pace turning wild.

She’s not timid anymore, not a single complaint about pain.

No, she’s looking me right in the eye like she wants it harder. Like she’s fucking challenging me, as if she doesn’t like me holding back. She’s looking at me with a horny, half-lidded little pout like she’s daring me to burn her world down—and I’m all too willing to make that happen. I’ve been going half speed because she’s a virgin, she’s my world, but that ends when I draw her ankles up and prop them on my shoulders, pressing down over her and rutting her tight hole like it offends me. A scream hiccups in her throat, then belts out in a stuttering pattern, and it’s music to my ears.

“That’s right. I’ll fucking wreck you.”

“Ohhhh. Please, Cash! Cash! Harder.”

My coach had begun his pep talk, I see, but it cuts off now.

Everyone turns to face the office, frowning, curious. Some of them are smiling slyly.

“They all hear us now, angel,” I say, my balls smacking off her tight ass. “They think I’m in here, fucking some groupie slut. Because virgins don’t usually scream to get a cock harder. And they damn sure don’t bend over in a skirt and ripped panties for their first time.”

“I’m not…I’m not bent over in a—”

I let her ankles drop from my shoulders, using the momentum to flip her around, pressing her face down over the desk and slamming into her from behind, shocking her onto her tiptoes with a throaty whimper. “Yeah, they think you’re some faceless brat I snuck down here for a quickie, but that’s not it at all,” I say, leaning down to rasp the truth into her neck. “I’m giving it nasty to the girl of my dreams. The girl who locked me down with a smile on day one. That’s who I’m inside of. That’s why it feels so fucking good.” I rake my open mouth all over her. Over her hair, the nape of her neck. “I love you, Scout. Baby, I love you. I fucking love you so much.”

That confession has opened a floodgate of emotion and physical release and immediately, I know I only have a few more thrusts into her slickness before I come. Determined to give her relief first and always, I reach down and massage her clit, which I’m praying is still sensitive from my tongue, and thank God it is, because she orgasms with a moaning shudder, her wet warmth sliding down the tips of my fingers, coating my digits all the way to my knuckles, making me groan like an animal.

She’s perfection.

She’s mine. My life.

I bust. There’s no other word for it. I feel like a bomb goes off in my loins, setting loose a sea of relief so powerful, it busts through every dam, every barrier, my body collapsing forward onto hers, pinning her to the desk while my hips ram her from behind, eager beastly sounds mixing with smacks of stomach meeting ass. Balls bouncing off everything.

“FUCK!” I bellow, feeling turned inside out. Alive. More alive than ever.

Emptied.

But somehow still burning alive with need for her. Starving.

She’s given me an edge so sharp, there’s no sanding it down. It remains.

I start to repeat how much I adore her, love her, but there’s a tentative knock on the office door. “Three minutes to game time, Jenner.”

“Yeah,” I call back raggedly, swiping sweat from my upper lip, turning Scout over in my arms. “Hey.” Why isn’t she looking at me? “Hey. Angel. Give me your eyes. What’s going on?” Panic assails me, spinning the office around me in a circle. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Finally, her green eyes shine up at me, earnest and beautiful. “I’m great. I’m incredible. I didn’t know it would be like that.”

“It will only be like that with each other,” I say, kissing her hard.

Making sure she hears me.

“Good luck tonight,” she whispers.

I nod, every cell in my body screaming at me not to leave her. To bring her home, damn the game to hell. But I want to give her everything. I want her to have comfort and luxury and stability. Getting recruited will enable me to do that. “Stay where I can see you.”

“I will,” she whispers.

“For the rest of your life,” I say against her mouth.


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