Page 30 of Her Stalker Protector

I can feel my balls drawing up already, heavy and tight, but I don’t let myself tip over. Not yet. I want it to build until it hurts. I rail her harder, the heavy sofa rattles and creaks by how much I’m rutting straight into that soft spot that makes fresh wetness gush around my shaft. The wet squelch gets louder. Her thighs are trembling so hard I can see the muscles jumping.

“Fuck, look at that,” I growl, voice ragged. I pull almost all the way out, watching her hole gape and try to suck me back in, then slam forward again. The slap of skin on skin is filthy and loud. Precum and her slick mix into a creamy ring around the base ofmy cock every time I bury myself. I can feel it. It’s coming, that hot, heavy throb in my balls that says I’m getting close.

I spread her ass cheeks wider so I can watch both holes while I fuck her. Her asshole flutters with every thrust, clenching like it wants attention too. I spit on it, rub my thumb over the tight ring without pushing in, and her cunt spasms hard in response.

My cock jerks inside her, swelling even thicker. I’m right there. That electric tingle racing up my spine, my thrusts are getting shorter and meaner as I chase the high.

I piston faster, grunting with every shove. The need to empty myself inside her turning feral. I reach under her, find her clit, and rub it hard and fast in time with my thrusts. She screams, back bowing, then her cunt locks down and starts milking me.

That’s when I break. I slam in balls-deep, grinding as deep as I can go, and unload with a hoarse shout. Ropes of cum pulse out of me, flooding her already-slick cunt until it has nowhere else to go. Until it squirts out around my cock in messy, creamy strings, coating my balls and dripping down her ass crack.

I feel the exact moment she lands. Her body goes from trembling to limp, and her face turns to me. I see her smile before her mouth parts.

“I didn’t know I could finish this way, Kai.”

I don’t say anything. My own release is still working through me. I’m not back in my body yet. I’m somewhere above this couch, above this room, above this building, an observer disconnected from the wiring. But what she said, I hold it. I hold it in my chest, plant it there, and I’ll water it until it grows roots.

Because this is what I am now.

Not the revenge for the man who doesn’t want me. Not the name I was born with, and the grave I dug for it. Not the kid who’d find every article with the word Rutherford in it.

Walking Diana into things she’s never let herself have. Watching her step over every line she’s drawn around herself.

That’s my purpose now.Her.

She’s the reason I exist. The only reason I’m breathing.

THE END

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