You're a writer who writes dark romance novels. They're dark and incredibly depraved. Your real desires are portrayed in your stories. A certain 'government agent' takes a liking to you through these books, taking great measures to get your attention and make you his. (TW: Stalking)
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As you sat at the bar, all alone once again, you took a sip of your third drink. It burned your throat all the way down, warming your belly as it reached the pit of your stomach. Your cheeks were beginning to get warm, surely reddened in your half drunken state. Not having any food in your stomach meant that you could get drunk even faster than you normally would. The noise and laughter within the bar faded into the background as you were consumed by your own thoughts.
He wasn't coming.
Yet another dumb guy who completely ghosted you, left you alone, once again. All dolled up, you found yourself angry with everything. Him, yourself, the waste of time and effort, the waste of a full face of makeup and the dress you bought just for the occasion. You sat there, wallowing in your own bitterness.
What was the point in even trying anymore?
You tried to tell yourself you were used to it, that it didn't mean a damn thing to you. He was just another nobody. But the pain you feel in your heart is like a wound being repeatedly torn open and made worse with each effort you made to put yourself out there. You were someone who was so full of passion and love to offer, it was so difficult to handle it not being reciprocated over and over again. You felt trapped in this cycle with no way to ever escape.
After all that you had endured in your life, didn't you deserve something good for once?
Finishing your drink and ordering another, you sighed heavily thinking more about your situation. All the money from your books have given you plenty of opportunities and some nice luxuries, sure. It was great, and you didn't have to suffer in any aspect financially. Money couldn't buy you the one, single thing you desired the most though.
The books and stories you wrote were printed pages of the things you desired most. Real romance and excitement. Real intimacy, intense love and desire were things you'd never truly experienced. You wrote about men who craved their women, other people not even being an afterthought to them. Men who would tear down the world and everything in it, just to keep their woman safe and happy. You'd been with plenty of guys, sure. But to feel such intensity and need for someone else, and to have someone crave you just as much.. you wanted that more than anything else in the world. For someone to be obsessed.
Men in the world you were in didn't crave, didn't yearn, didn't understand what desire truly was. You felt as though many of them weren't even capable of real love. None of them could possibly understand what those words and feelings even meant to a woman like you. You were in a world with hookup culture consuming the world, not a world of true romance and desire. As you shifted in your seat, you crossed your legs the other way, letting your head lay upon your hand as you rested your heavy body against the bar.
"Hey." You hear a deep, gruff voice coming from behind you, pulling you away from your own mind. He speaks softly, close to your ear so that you can hear him over the clatter of the busy bar. Swirling around in your bar stool, you find an incredibly handsome man standing before you. He wore a beanie on his head, a tight black turtleneck sweater that was stretching across his muscular chest, along with a black coat and jeans. He smiled at you sweetly. The crow's feet around his eyes crinkled as he smiled. He had a beard and looked to be somewhat older than you. It wasn't the man who you were supposed to meet, no. It was someone else entirely. "Sorry, hope you don't mind me bugging you. I saw you sitting here alone and I was curious if I could join you for a drink." He says, waiting for your permission to sit beside you.
"Sure." You say, trying to smile through the sadness you were feeling. He was beyond handsome, looked exactly like the type of man you would try to get attention from. "What's your name, handsome?" You ask him, feeling confident with your dash of liquid courage flowing through your veins. The man grins happily, taking the seat next to you and ordering himself a simple whiskey.
"John Price." He nods to you, taking his whiskey from the bartender and sipping on it as he looks into your eyes. "Handsome is my middle name though." He says, chuckling. His comment makes you giggle in response. Without realizing it, you lean closer to him as you rest your elbow on the bar.
"I can certainly believe that." You admit to him, sipping your drink again. "What made you want to come talk to me?" You ask curiously. His eyes take a very quick glance to your chest before rising back up to meet your gaze.
"Just couldn't help but notice you. Too pretty to be sitting here alone. And those eyes, my god. How could I not?" His words made you practically feel like you were melting from within. Your smile slowly grows as you are charmed by him completely, almost forgetting all about the date you were supposed to be on.
"You could make a girl fall for you, talking like that." You tell him, making him smile and raise an eyebrow.
"Maybe that's the idea, yeah?" He states, his eyes falling to your lips. "Have you considered falling for me yet? Or do I need to keep at it?" You felt yourself laughing again, feeling so much happier than you were moments before. You felt completely giddy as your heart began to race.
"I could certainly consider it. But you can keep at it, just so I can be absolutely sure." You admit to him. Your eyes dart down to his leg as a tempting thought creeps up into the forefront your mind. The drinks make you feel more brave, giving you the courage to place a hand on his knee. You slowly move it up his thigh, making him inhale sharply.
"Bold, I like that in a woman." He tells you, placing his hand on your own. Your movements stop on his leg as he lifts your hand to his lips. He kisses the back of it, like a gentleman. His facial hair tickles your skin as he does so.
"Gentlemanly, I like that in a man." You retort, a smile staying on your face as he holds your hand gently in his. His fingers were rough and calloused, and you found yourself growing curious about him.
"If falling for me is an option on the table, then maybe this night will be better than i expected." He scoots closer to you, sitting on the edge of the bar stool. "Seriously, what are you doing here, drinking all alone?" He asks you with disbelief. Your smile fades a bit.
"Got stood up." You admit to him, shrugging your shoulders in defeat. He shook his head, groaning.
"Sounds like an idiot. Guy your age?" He asks, taking another sip of his whiskey. You were still more than aware of him rubbing your hand gently with his thumb as he held it in his own hand. You nodded to confirm. He was the same age as you, but obviously not on the same level of maturity. They never were. John shakes his head once more. "This new generation of boys.. They're not men, they're boys." He confirms how you were feeling before he approached, that men just didn't act the way that they used to. "Sounds to me like you need an older man in your life that acts like a real man, not a boy."
"Can't say I've met one who was interested." You tell him, shrugging your shoulders once more. His hand that was holding yours now moved up a bit, caressing the skin on your arm.
"Who says you haven't now?" He asks. You can feel your cheeks becoming unbearably hot as he spoke to you. While the alcohol helped, you felt yourself becoming increasingly shy for this man. He was smooth, almost too smooth. "Listen, sweetheart." He begins, leaning even closer to you than he already was. His hand moves further up your arm, sending chills down your spine. "I'll just get to the point. There's something I've been dying to do since I first laid eyes on you." John's hand trails up to your neck, moving to brush a single strand of hair behind your ear. He takes a slow sip from his drink, making eye contact the entire time. "Would you let me?" You nod your head, understanding undoubtedly what he meant. You leaned forward, ready to let his lips meet yours. John's breath catches in his chest as his lips press against yours. His mouth is firm but gentle. His lips moved slowly and yet confidently, as if you were both following a secret pattern only the two of you knew and understood. His facial hair tickled your soft skin as he groaned a little into the kiss. His tongue gently explores your mouth, caressing your lips and slipping inside before drawing them apart again. He moves slowly, deliberately, as he pours his passion into your shared kiss. He pulls away after a moment, his eyes shining with desire as he stares into your eyes. You were overwhelmed with a craving for more.
"You know..." He murmurs huskily, "That was even better than I imagined it would be."
"You're a pretty good kisser." You tell him, chuckling as you place your hand on his thigh. Leaning closely to him, you expose more of your chest to him as your breasts threaten to fall out of the top of your dress. If he was shooting his shot with you, then you would do the same with him. "What else is that mouth good for besides sweet talking?" You whisper seductively. John's cheeks turn a fiery red as you whisper in his ear, your hand still resting on his thigh. There was a clear rush of excitement within him at the thought of your words. He leans closer, his eyes fixed on your exposed skin, his voice low and velvety.
"I can think of one or two things.. Maybe even three." He trails a finger across the skin on your knee, teasing you. "Are you sure you want to go there?" He raises an eyebrow, his expression playful.
"I think I'm pretty positive." You tell him, leaning even closer. Your foreheads were almost touching. "What about you?" Your breath almost caressed his cheek as you spoke.
"I think we both know the answer to that question." He leans in, his lips lingering just inches away from your own. His voice is seductively quiet, his gaze locked onto yours. "I've been wanting this as much as you." His hand slides up your thigh, his fingers brushing along your smooth leg softly. He smiles again, letting his hand linger for a moment as he looks at you. You chuckle as you stand up, offering him your hand.
"My apartment is not far. If you'd like to continue in private." You offer, hoping he wanted this as much as you did. John's smirk returns as his gaze trails over your body once again, his eyes locked onto yours.
"I'd love to." He rises, taking your hand and grinning at you, his eyes shining with excitement. He allows you to lead the way, but not before giving you a quick once over, his eyes drinking in every curve of your body.
"Like what you see?" You say as you chuckle, leading him out of the bar and down the street. John's smirk grows even more as you both leave the bar, hearing all of the voices die down behind you.
"Oh, I like far more than what I see." He follows close beside you as you walk out of the bar, casting his gaze all over your body as he speaks. "What I see is perfection." He leans towards you, allowing his breath across your skin to tease you as much as his words were. "What I feel when my hand brushes over your skin.." He trails a finger across your forearm. "..well, that's otherworldly." You raise an eyebrow, leaning against him as you walk together.
"You are such a charmer, aren't you?" You question as you lead him to an incredibly nice looking apartment complex. You lead him inside to the lobby, taking him to the elevator. John's smirk broadens at your compliment, but his face flushes red again as you lead him up to the elevator. He follows you closely as you keep your arm interlocked with his. His gaze continues to drift over your body, his eyes taking in your curves and your features. His lips move close to your ear as the elevator rises towards the desired floor. His voice is a low murmur, making you feel butterflies in your stomach just from the sound of it.
"If you think I'm charming now, just wait." He nudges you playfully.
"I'll hold you to it." You say as the doors open. You lead him to your apartment, showing him inside. He's greeted with your living room, decorated exactly to your liking. The royalties from your books certainly had paid off and allowed you to live quite nicely like this. His eyebrow raises at the sight of the expensive room, his eyes traveling over his surroundings.
"Someone's got expensive taste." His gaze flicks back to you as you teasingly walk down the hallway, beckoning him with your finger. You sway your hips more than you normally would, trying to tempt him even more. His lips twisted into an even more teasing smirk as he followed you, called to your body like it was singing a siren song. He moves towards you, not wanting to waste any time as you enter the bedroom.
"Show me what you got, big guy." You tell him as he quickly closes the distance between the two of you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him as close to you as possible. He returns your kiss eagerly, his body responding to your touch instantly. His arms encircle your waist, pulling you closer as his lips press harder against yours. Your tongues dance together and intertwine in a sloppy, wet embrace as his other hand slips under the hem of your dress. His fingertips gently rake across your upper thighs. His hand lingers on the delicate swell of your breasts. As the kiss continued to deepen and become more desperate, his movements became increasingly urgent and desperate. You pull back to catch a bit of your breath, grinning at him.
"Oh, you're good." You chuckle as you bite your lip, keeping your eyes locked with his.
"And you're incredible." He whispers to you, his eyes locked on yours. He moves to kiss you once again, his hands exploring your soft body. One hand trails up your dress even further, hiking it upward. His fingers grazed across your stomach, trailing across the band of your panties. With a grin, his voice was husky as he spoke.
"On that bed, sweetheart.." It was a gentle command, one that had your heart skipping a beat. "Don't make me tell you again, gorgeous. Don't like repeating myself." He gives you that same gentle smile along with the command, leading you to think there was a darker side to him. It was a magnetic pull within your body, knowing deeper and darker desires were hidden within him. You could feel it, you could see it in his eyes.
"Yes, sir." You say as you comply, biting your lip. You go to the bed, walking backward until the back of your legs come into contact with it. Falling back, John quickly closes the distance between the both of you, his lips finding your neck. His lips trail along your skin, planting light kisses along it before he pulls back to admire the sight of you. John's hand trails up your body, his fingers gliding over your skin as he leans over you, his head and mouth hovering just above your own.
"Shit, you're going to be the death of me." He admits to you. You laugh as you look up at him, leaning into his touch. He slides his hands upward from your panties, slowly sliding your dress up until it reaches your upper body. You lifted yourself enough for him to pull it off and toss it aside. John chuckles at your reaction, his touch becoming slow and deliberate as he carefully removes your bra with ease. His lips find your neck again, nibbling on your skin as his fingers find your nipples. He toys with them ever so lightly, flicking them and giving light pinches that make a heat pool between your legs. You whimper, instinctively trying to squeeze your legs together even though his body was still on top of yours. After a moment, he traces his way back along your jaw, his lips trailing across your ear as he reaches your mouth. His hips shift slightly against yours, adding to the intensity of your exchange. You let out a soft whimper as you feel his hard cock, held back by his pants. You feel it press right against your pussy, making you shiver with delight and need.
"You caused that, beautiful. Now I need that pretty body to fix it." He tells you, still with that hint of a commanding tone. Sliding your panties down yourself and tossing them aside, you didn't care anymore how desperate for him you appeared at that moment. He glances down at your exposed body and lets out a low breath as his eyes travel over every inch of you. He can't seem to take his eyes off of your body, your curves so soft and inviting. His own clothes disappear quickly as he removes them himself, impatience overtaking him. You watch and admire his body, seeing how muscular he truly was hidden beneath his clothes. A bit of hair covered his chest and ran down his stomach. He looked absolutely delicious.
"Like what you see?" He asks teasingly, just as you had asked him before.
"Fuck, yes.." You confirm, your eyes raking up and down his body. He was exactly what you needed. He takes a hold of his cock, using it to tease you. It pressed against your thigh before it then pressed against your clit. He rubbed the head on it, causing an involuntary shudder to spread throughout your body. You gasp, biting your lip as you look up at him. The heat pooled between your legs, already giving you a tight feeling deep within your belly. You already needed release. "Tell me that you want me." You say to him, pulling his face close to yours as he hovers over you. His breath hitches as you speak, your voice sending his heart racing. "I need to hear it."
"I don't want you..." His voice is hushed, his eyes locked onto yours as he speaks. "I need you." He leans closer, his breath caressing your lips. "I need to have you."
"Good answer." You tell him as you pull him in for a kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him to you. He takes the hint, slowly sliding his throbbing hard cock into you. You groan with pleasure, feeling his cock filling you up inch by aching inch. His lips kiss you eagerly, his mind melting as you begin to moan for him. His lips and tongue explore eagerly, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he begins to slam his hips into yours. He pulls you closer, his hips shifting against yours. He moved in tandem with you, your connection to each other only growing with each thrust. His body gradually becomes covered in a sheen of sweat, and his breathing becomes ragged as he pumps himself into you. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or just the passion and intensity of the moment, or perhaps a mixture of both, but you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as he began to use his thumb to rub small circles on your clit. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum.." You whimper beneath him. John's breath catches in his chest as you reach your peak, as he feels you about to clench down around his throbbing cock.
"I know." He rasps. He can feel your body straining against him now, the rhythm of his movements becoming faster and faster. "Cum for me, beautiful." He commands you. It's overwhelming, his passion almost primal, almost out of control. It sends you over the edge completely, making you gasp loudly and arch your back up toward him. You clenched around him as your orgasm took you, your whole body convulsing as you gripped the sheets beneath your body. You breathe heavily and shake as you cry out in pleasure, clinging onto his arms tightly. Your nails dug into his kin, making him shiver.
"Good god.." You whimper, shaking beneath him. His body trembles as he watches you climax, your pleasure and release overwhelming him in the same way. He pumps himself into you roughly a few more times. He then cums inside, his cock throbbing as he shoots his seed deep within you.
"Oh, gorgeous.." He breathes heavily, his words escaping him as he rides out his orgasm. He tries to gather himself back together as he looks down at you, covered in sweat. Both of you were breathing heavily, just looking into each other's eyes. After a moment, he climbs onto the bed and pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your body as you sit on top of him. "My god.." He murmurs, his voice low and husky. "That was incredible.." He whispers, his hand trailing over your hips and waist. You rest your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.
"Shit, you're incredible." You chuckle as you trace your finger across his chest. His body shivers as your finger traces across his skin, your touch sending a jolt of pleasure throughout his body.
"I knew it would be good when I laid eyes on you, but.. I didn't know it would be this damn good." He whispers. His other hand gently holds your head against his shoulder, the weight of your body relaxing him after such an intense experience. He sighs softly as he runs his fingers through your hair, enjoying the intimate moment you were sharing. "I could get used to this."
"Me too." You chuckle as you rest on him for a bit. There was a strange bit of contentment and calm in this moment as you both just enjoyed each other's presence. You stay silent for a while before speaking up again. "Hey…"
"Hm? What's on that brilliant mind of yours?" John asked you. Brilliant? You raised an eyebrow before brushing it off as a simple compliment.
"Would you like to stay here tonight and maybe head out for some breakfast together in the morning?" You ask him, hoping he would take your invitation for a date. "I want to get to know you better." Your heart leaped as you asked the question, worried that he only viewed you as a simple one night stand.
"Of course, gorgeous." His words are quick and eager. The heat and intensity of your passion was exciting beyond explanation, but there's something else that drew you to him even more. More than you realized. "I'd love to spend some time getting to know you better." You smiled happily, still leaning on his shoulder with a wave of contentment and joy washing over you. You felt as if there were more to John than he let on, and you wanted to find out what it was.
"You seem interesting. And we can clearly have fun together." You chuckle. John's body relaxes as you cuddle close to him, his eyes fluttering closed. The rush of emotions and energy he felt with you were incredible, but there was indeed something else drawing him to you. Something unexpected. He opens his eyes and looks at you, smiling slightly. His voice is quiet, his tone gentle as he speaks.
"You know, gorgeous... I don't usually do things like this. But I'm glad I did. You seem special." He admits, admiring your face and the way your eyes sparkled as you looked at him.
"I don't usually do this either. I planned on just having some drinks and coming back here." You say as you sigh happily. "I'm glad you came to flirt with me." John's cheeks flush with your words, his eyes sparkling with delight.
"Same here." He sighs, his voice growing even more hushed. "I'll admit, I had no idea what to expect tonight after our mission, but meeting you.. This is just what I needed."
"Your mission?" You ask him, curious as you trace your finger over his chest. "You're, what, in the military?" John pauses, considering whether to explain everything to you. After a moment, he leans in closer, his voice quiet and hushed.
"The short version of the answer, is that I work for the government." His grip tightens slightly around your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as his eyes locked onto yours. "I'm part of an elite squad, our missions.." He smiles a bit. "Sometimes, we do things most people would only do in their wildest dreams." He breathes in deeply, sighing. "What do you do, beautiful?"
"I knew there was something different about you." You say, happy to have your suspicions confirmed. "That's certainly intriguing. I'm actually a writer." You say softly. "I write books. Probably doesn't sound as exciting as going on a military mission." John's eyebrows rise with apparent surprise as you tell him that you're a writer. His voice is still soft, but it shifts to a more teasing tone as he responds.
"Did I inspire your next chapter tonight? Or is there more to come?" He smirks, his eyes locking onto your own. "Maybe I could be a character in one of your books."
"You certainly could be. I do write dark romance novels." You chuckle as you trace one of your fingers over one of his muscular arms. "Handsome and mysterious man who works for the government meets a sweet girl at a bar who got stood up by a date and takes her home for the night.. that could be a good book." John smiles broadly at your tease, his eyes shutting as his body responds to your touch. "Could go in a ton of different directions."
"Sounds like it could be quite the thrilling story." He chuckles and leans into your touch before he speaks. "I only fear what the writer will have happen to us in the end." His voice is low, his tone hinting at something hidden beneath his words. "How many dark mysteries does this little writer unravel to the reader before the story ends?"
"I don't know. I guess I'll have to see." You tell him. Something tightened in your chest. You felt a pit in your stomach, despite the fact that you didn't feel that pit before. "You're hiding more, aren't you?" You ask him. Had you put yourself in a dangerous situation? Going home with a complete stranger like this? John's expression shifts again as your words land in his mind, his eyes taking in your body as he considers his next words carefully. His expression is hard to read, but a small smile comes across his face as he speaks slowly.
"Maybe you want to know all about me and what I do.. But then again, it could just make the mystery all the more hot for you if you never know.." He teases you. He was right, and you knew it. Him being dangerous, mysterious and unknown to you only fueled the fire and desire you had for him. It only intensified your attraction.
"God, you're sexy." You say as you look at him. "Something about you is so enticing. I can't get enough." Your words make his gaze intensify as he shifts his body slightly against yours.
"And this sexy government worker has been attracted to you from the first moment he saw you." His voice becomes low, hushed and intimate. "He couldn't take his eyes off you and had to come over and see if you were up for some fun." He leans in again, whispering directly into your ear. "And you certainly were."
"And I still am." You whisper in his ear, chuckling as you run your hand down his stomach. "The little book writer wants more of that sexy government worker in my story.." You admit to him. His eyes shut at the sensation of your hand on his stomach, his breath quickening at the feeling of your touch. Your tone is playful, yet your words are filled with so much desire.
"I like your idea of that story. Sounds like some more chapters are in order." He whispers, his tone teasing. John shifts to hold you a little closer, his own hand beginning to slide down your stomach.
"Give me more to write about.." You tease him, pulling him into a passionate kiss as his hand trails between your legs once again. He finds your clit once more with ease, rubbing small circles on it as you moan into the kiss. His lips press forcefully against yours, his breathing quickening as he explores the curves of your body with his other hand. His small circles over your clit send electricity throughout your body, making you whimper in desperation for him.
"Give me more of you.." His voice is low, his words husky and heavy, filled with desire.
"I'll give you however much you want, whatever you want.." You tease as you reach down and take his cock into your hand without hesitation. You slowly sit yourself back down on him, taking his cock into your hole once more. You both sigh in pleasure as you take him deep within you. His hips meet your movement, his breath hitching as you rest down.
"Oh, I'll take it." He responds with a smirk as he reaches up to hold your face. "And I'll give you as much as you want.." He pulls your body close, his lips once again meeting yours, his other hand holding your waist and helping you bounce up and down on his cock.
"Christ, you're so sexy." You whimper to him, his breath hitching once again as you begin to bounce faster and faster. "Your words are like something from one of my books.." You remark as you continue bouncing on his cock. "Are you really real? Are you one of my fantasies made real?" John smiles at you as he watches you bounce, helping you to move on top of him with his hands on your hips. His body moved with yours, the pace growing more aggressive as time quickened on. His breath comes out in soft gasps, his tone still hushed and quiet.
"Maybe I'm one of those fantasies.. Maybe I'm a figment of your imagination.. Or maybe I'm real, and everything that's happening right now is as true as it could possibly be." He lets his words hang in the air as he kisses you passionately, his arms wrapping around you tightly.
"You're a living fantasy that I've only written about.." You whimper softly as you begin to move faster against him. Your head was in the clouds, your heart was fluttering, your stomach full of butterflies. He really was real. His breath hitches in his throat again as you increase your pace. His movements are quick to match the intensity and heat of the moment rising along with your tempo. He gasps in between kisses, his grunts quiet and husky as he shifts to match your movement.
"God.." He whimpers. "Don't stop.. Don't ever stop, beautiful.." His words encourage you all over again, making you move even faster against him. You wanted nothing more than to hear more and more of his enticing words. John's body shivers in pleasure, his voice becoming raspy and heavy as he responds. "Fuck.." He groans. "You're incredible.." He lets his words hang once again as he kisses you passionately, his touch growing more and more frantic as he responds to your movements.
"Come undone for me." You tell him softly as you move on top of him. He bites his lips as he feels your words in his ears. His body reacts immediately, his movements growing increasingly erratic. He lets out a low moan, his voice suddenly ragged and hoarse.
"God, gorgeous.. Yes.." The intensity of the moment is overwhelming. His hips pump up into you frantically, his hands holding you tightly. "Yes.." He lets out another groan, leaning into your body. "Just.. Don't stop.." You continue your wild hip movements just as he wanted, pressing your forehead to his to watch him unravel beneath you.
"Let it go. Come undone. Let it out for me." His voice becomes a heavy, husky murmur as you continue your hard and fast pace. His body responds with a wild abandon, his hips moving up into yours frantically and his face flushed with desire.
"Please.. You.. I'm losing myself.." His hips shift rapidly. He can't hold it back anymore. It's too much. "You... God, you're going to make me..." He barely manages to speak as he lets out another groan. His groans halt as his body begins to shudder. You look deeply into his eyes as you feel him come undone. You happily watch as he shivers and shakes, smiling to yourself proudly.
"Yeah, that's it handsome.." You say softly, your legs growing tired as you struggle to keep holding yourself up.
"God.. princess." The sound of that nickname leaves his lips with a groan, his hips slamming against yours in a final thrust before he trembles. A long moan escapes his lips, his body tense and trembling. He cums deep within you again, his seed filling you even more than you already were. His cock pulsates within you as you milk every bit of cum that you can. You clench around him tightly, pulling every little drop from his cock possible. For a moment, he doesn't speak as he tries to catch his breath.
"Fuck me.." His voice is almost hoarse. "You are incredible." He shifts his hips a bit and keeps his cock inside of you, his eyes fluttering closed as he tries to gather himself. He lets out a deep breath as a soft smile spreads across his lips. You giggle as you stay in his lap, resting your head on his shoulder again.
"Glad I could make you feel so good." His arm wraps around your back, clinging onto you tightly. He lets out a content sigh as he embraces you.
"Just.. God, that was.." He trails off, his words a mess as he tries to recover. "That was.. Amazing," He finally gets out. His soft gaze rests on your eyes as he speaks. "You're amazing."
"You're amazing." You retort. "I'm just a writer. But you.." You say, chuckling. "An incredibly sexy government agent with so many secrets who's good in bed? Are you sure you didn't come straight out of one of my books?" You joke with him, playfully tapping his nose with your finger. His smile returns at your words.
"Who knows?" His tone is teasing, not taking your question seriously for even a moment. "You never know what your characters will get up to when you're not looking." He smirks. His words make you laugh as you kiss his cheek softly. It was like you had finally manifested your true desires after all these years of yearning for it, of writing about it.
"I really want to know more about you, John. We only met tonight but.. god, the way you make me feel. It's incredible." He looks at you as you speak, his smile soft and genuine.
"The way you make me feel.." He pauses before he speaks, considering your words carefully. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know about me, gorgeous.." He says with an almost shy tone. "I'm an open book, if you want it." A pause. "But I'd hate to ruin this wonderful mystery for the book writer." He smirks playfully, patting your hip with his hand.
"Then I'll learn over time." You say as you smile at him. "You still want to get some breakfast with me in the morning, don't you?" He nods immediately.
"I would love nothing more. But there's one little question I've been meaning to ask." He admits. You nod, waiting to answer him. "Why exactly were you still at the bar? I know you got stood up, but.. How long were you waiting there?"
"I.." You begin to speak but your face drops a bit. "He was supposed to be there by eight. I was there until you showed up." You admit. "I've been single for a long time. Everyone always just stops talking to me or leaves my life without a word. Uses me, takes advantage of me.. So maybe I was just hoping he would still show up." He wraps both arms around you, embracing you sweetly as if he were trying his best to comfort you away from that line of thinking.
"Maybe he did you a favor. He certainly did me a favor. He missed out on a good night with an incredible woman." He smiles at you warmly. It was hard not to smile back. "Don't let that make you feel any less about yourself." He tilts your chin upwards, making eye contact with you. "He didn't know what he was missing.."
"I think he did do me a favor. I got to meet you." You say as you look into his eyes. He could see how much it melted you when he tilted your chin upward. You lean into his touch every passing moment just making you need and want more of him. "You're too good to be real." You say, smiling a bit.
"If you say so. But I can assure you that I'm real." John's other hand runs along your waistline, his fingers tracing the outline of your body once again. In the soft light of the bedroom of the glow coming from the city lights just outside the window, there's an undeniable sense of romance and passion between the two of you.
"Why were you at the bar then?" You ask, curious.
"Unwinding after a long mission." He says, shrugging his shoulders.
"Hopefully I helped you unwind." You say, winking at him playfully. He nods his head in agreement. You hold each other for a while, admiring the glow of the city lights flooding the room. "I'm excited to get to know you more, government agent." You tease him.
"And I you, sexy little author." He chuckles as you kiss his lips once more. "You know.." He begins, his voice turning a bit darker than it was before. "Those sweet, sexy words of yours made for the perfect seduction." You stop dead in your tracks. The mood between you both immediately shifted into something more sinister.
"What..?" You say, looking into his eyes. His eyes have completely changed into something darker. Something deeper than simple flirtation and desire. You think for a moment before pulling back and looking at him. "Wait a second.. Do you know who I am? You made it sound like you read one of my books to seduce me." His eyes trail your body once again, his fingers tracing along your stomach and chest. You remembered in that moment.. He never asked for your name. Not once.
"I mean, I've read many of the chapters you've written." He admits, tracing your curves. John pauses for a moment. "You want to hear the truth?" You nod slowly as you watch his fingers tracing your body. You felt excitement flooding your mind at the thought of this man going through all of this just to seduce you. "I read one of your books, princess. Several of them, in fact." He looks at you with a serious and almost.. depraved expression. "And I saw a woman who captured every ounce of my attention on page after page. A woman with desires that matched my own, a rare treasure." He takes a moment to look away, his face growing a little sad as his tone takes on a hint of shame. "Maybe it was wrong of me.. But.." He pauses. He takes a deep breath once again and meets your eyes again. "I wanted to learn more about you. I wanted to know if you were the woman you portrayed in your books." You find yourself dumbfounded, unsure of how you should feel. You knew it was wrong, but something about it was so fucking exciting.
"How did you know I'd be at the bar? Using your government worker privileges?" You ask, trying to piece every little detail together.
"Honestly, gorgeous.. I've been watching you for a while. Maybe I shouldn't have, but.. I've been watching where you go. Who you see. I've watched you sleep from the window." He admits, looking across the building to another tall building that he must have been watching you from. "You look gorgeous pleasuring yourself at night. Do you know that?" He smiles, eyeing you up and down with desire.
"You watched me touch myself?" You ask him. It was wrong, everything about it was wrong.. So why were you so excited at the thought of this?
"I did. Loved it when you'd put yourself ass up and use that machine to fuck yourself. Gave me the perfect view of everything." He admitted, watching your expression. You looked toward the building across the street again. He pointed to the corner most room on the right. "That room right there. Perfect view." You looked at him, a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through your veins.
"How long?" You ask.
"Long time, gorgeous." He smiles with that sweet smile, as if nothing he said would have been so wrong to anyone who heard it outside of this room. You sat there for the longest time, unsure of how to respond or what to do about the situation.
"So.. am I like the women in my books?" You ask, looking into his dark eyes. You were unable to come up with anything else to say or ask him.
"The woman I fell for when I read your books, is exactly the woman who sits in this bed with me tonight." He tells you. "Because I know you want this, just like I do."
"John.." You whisper. "You know exactly what I write. You know how dark my romance novels can be. Stalking, lying, deception and deceit. You know the type of men I like." You say as you look into his eyes, your own darkening with desire. "You're exactly the type of man I want. You stalked me and lied to me to get me into bed. You used my books just to find the right words to say to seduce me. I've never been so excited in my life." You admit to him, putting all of your dark desires into the opening. It's not like he didn't already know. John freezes as your own body language becomes more confident and assertive. He can't help but smile as he watches you lean in closely and whisper your darkest desires to him like this.
"In your books, the men play with their women, using them as mere toys for their own pleasure. Even though the woman loves it.." He pauses, a small grin grows on his face. "But that's not what I'm going to do to you. That's not all I want."
"I know exactly what you want with me." You tell him, all of the filthy words you spewed onto the pages of your books flooding your mind again. You knew your own depraved mind better than anyone else, after all.
"Oh you do? What do you think I want, then?" He asks, watching you closely and squinting his eyes.
"I can feel it. I know which book you used to seduce me." You say as you trail a finger down his chest. "You want to keep me as a little pet. A little plaything that you can love and use for pleasure. Don't you?" You ask him, reminding him of the exact book he had used to seduce you. "You.. you want me to stay locked away here in my apartment, ready for your use at any time." He takes a deep breath as you speak. You've definitely hit the nail on the head with your response.
"Princess.." He leans in closer, his voice a little bit more serious as he speaks. "The reason I found you, why I stalked you, why I.. Did everything that I did tonight.." He pauses for a moment. "Was so I could have EXACTLY what you're describing.. You as my plaything.. Mine to use however I see fit.." He lets out a soft and husky laugh. "I want complete control of you."
"Christ.." You shiver as you cling onto him even tighter. "I've never been so excited in my life." You admit, showing the full view of your truest desires. He chuckles darkly, his eyes looking deeply into yours with a hint of sadistic enjoyment.
"I think I'm going to enjoy making you mine, beautiful."