Chapter 5 - CUMMING FOR MY SECRET STRANGER 2

My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear anything else.

The stranger’s deep, husky voice was still echoing in my ear.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you’re about to cum for me, Sophia.”

I was still lying on my bed with my legs spread, fingers glistening with my own arousal, completely exposed to the dark alley outside my window. The fact that he knew my name should have terrified me. Instead, it sent another hot pulse straight to my clit.

“Who… who are you?” I whispered, my voice shaky and breathless.

A low, dangerous chuckle came through the phone. “You don’t need my name tonight. You just need to know that I’ve been watching you for weeks. Every night you put on that little show for me… spreading your legs, playing with that pretty pussy like a desperate little slut. And I’ve been stroking my cock to you the entire time.”

His filthy words made my inner walls clench hard. I bit my lip, trying to fight the fresh wave of wetness leaking out of me.

“I… I shouldn’t be doing this,” I murmured, even as my free hand unconsciously slid back between my thighs.

“But you are,” he said, voice dropping even lower and sexy. “And you love it. I can see how wet you are from here, keep touching yourself, Sophia. Show me how you cum when you know I’m watching.”

I moaned softly, unable to stop myself. My fingers found my swollen clit again and started rubbing slow circles. The fact that he was on the phone while still watching me made everything ten times more intense.

“Tell me what you want,” I breathed, my hips rocking against my hand.

“I want to hear you moan for me,” he growled. “I want to hear how wet your fingers sound sliding in and out of that tight cunt. And then… I want to come inside and taste you myself.”

A broken whimper escaped me. I pushed two fingers back inside my pussy, pumping them slowly while he listened.

“That’s it,” he praised, his breathing getting heavier. “Fuck yourself harder. Imagine it’s my cock stretching you open.”

I obeyed, adding a third finger, the wet sounds growing louder. My moans became more desperate as I fucked myself to the rhythm of his voice. Every dirty word he spoke pushed me closer to the edge.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he murmured. “But I’m done watching from the outside. I’m coming in.”

The line went dead.

My eyes flew open. Before I could even process what he said, I heard the soft click of my balcony door sliding open.

He was inside my apartment.

My breath caught as a tall figured man stepped into the dim light of my bedroom. He was wearing a black mask that covered the upper half of his face, but I could see his sharp jawline and intense dark eyes locked on me. He was huge–broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a presence that filled the entire room.

I should have screamed. I should have run.

Instead, I lay there frozen, legs still spread, fingers buried inside my dripping pussy, staring at the man who had been watching me for weeks.

He moved closer, silently and deliberately. When he reached the edge of the bed, he slowly pulled his mask down just enough to reveal his full lips and a hint of stubble.

“Don’t stop,” he ordered, voice even deeper in person. “Keep fucking yourself while I watch up close.”

My fingers started moving again, slower this time, as he towered over me. His eyes devouring every inch of my body, my heaving breasts, my hard nipples poking through my thin tank top, my soaked pussy on full display.

He leaned down, one large hand gripping my thigh and spreading me even wider. His face hovered between my legs, hot breath ghosting over my sensitive skin.

“So fucking pretty,” he growled. “Look how swollen your clit is. You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?”

Before I could answer, his tongue dragged slowly up my slit, tasting me. I cried out, my back arching sharply off the bed.

He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

His tongue worked me with long, slow licks followed by firm circles around my clit. He sucked the swollen bud into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue while two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling against that perfect spot.

“Oh my god…” I moaned loudly, my hands flying to his hair, gripping tight.

He ate me like a man starved, devouring my pussy with hungry, wet sounds. His fingers pumped faster, matching the rhythm of his tongue. Pleasure built rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.

“You’re going to cum on my tongue,” he commanded between licks. “Let me feel this greedy little cunt squeeze around my fingers.”

I was so close. My thighs trembled around his head as he sucked harder on my clit.

Just as I was about to shatter, he suddenly pulled his mouth away and looked up at me, his dark eyes gleaming with dark hunger.

“Not so fast,” he said, voice rough. “When you cum tonight, it’s going to be with my cock buried deep inside you.”

He climbed onto the bed, his massive body covering mine. I could feel his hard, thick cock pressing against my thigh through his pants.

His lips brushed my ear as he whispered hotly:

“Tonight I’m only going to taste you and finger you until you’re begging… but tomorrow night, Sophia… I’m coming back to fuck you properly. And I won’t stop until you’re dripping with my cum.”

My pussy clenched violently at his promise.