Page 111 of Darling Psycho

The monster within howled with gratification.

Mark her.

Own her.

Put a collar on her and never let her out of his sight again.

He could imagine building a cage and watching her rattle the bars, looking so fucking beautiful for his eyes only.

But only for his darker thoughts did he imagine caging her. He didn’t want to lock Angela up. His badass would cause a riot. He’d get no work done staring at her and feeding her bits of toffee from his fingers, being seduced by the fluttering of her lashes.

Fucking sap.

Plucking her off the bed, a new peace poured into his bloodstream when she snuggled into his chest, Angela’s face pressed to his throat. “More sex? Did you recover, grumpy? Yay.” She sassed him into smiling. He gave her juicy ass a pinch hard enough she squealed. “Ouch.”

His cock was awake. So yes, he’d recovered and wanted to fuck her again. And again.

“That mouth of yours will get you into trouble.”

“Ha. I have an infamous enforcer around this little finger.” She wiggled it into his face. “I’m not scared of you, grumpy.”

Fucking sap. He roamed a kiss along her cheek and deposited her ass on the bathroom counter. His wet room was tiled floor to ceiling and soon filled with steam when he turned the shower on. He was careful to keep Angela’s hair dry as he soaped her up, washing away the sight of his pleasure coating her torso. Fucking shame that because he enjoyed seeing her covered in his come. It just meant he could unload on her repeatedly. When he rinsed her off, he hooked the showerhead back to the wall, then cupped a hand between her legs.

She hissed and listed into him, her eyes so responsive, flickering closed.

“You hurting here?”

“You sexed me up hard.”

Not as hard as he’d wanted to rail her. He’d nearly lost his mind feeling her folding her pussy walls around his dick, and it took the last vestiges of his control to stop from ramming her like an animal.

She was tender inside, and when he dropped to his haunches, Lawless tasted her soreness with slow licks through her folds until she was writhing against his face like her only aim was to suffocate him, a finger slid inside because he couldn’t help himself. Then, drunk on her tartness, he sucked her little clit with the flat of his tongue and was pleasured by a shriek and a gush of her orgasm over his finger. Lawless couldn’t help himself. He had to feel her from the inside, so before Angela was finished coming, he climbed to his feet, lifted her into the air, and dropped her down onto his raging cock.

Bliss warmed him all over, and he sighed into her open mouth. “It feels good, tight girl.”

“Oh, wow, you’re too big. Do you have to be this big? It’s obscene.”

She was all over him, overpowering his senses, sending his brain reeling. Arms and legs wrapped around him; she pumped her hips and crawled into his mouth, kissing hungrily.

Lawless never thought he’d get a perverted kick out of someone so fucking greedy who couldn’t wait to take chunks out of him. Angela was a little savage, wanting her pleasure, and he grinned into her lips. “Settle down, badass,” he groaned, palming her ass to brace her to the wall, leverage for his thrusts.

“Oh, I can’t, Lawless. It feels too good.”

He knew exactly what she was saying. He was mindless to fuck her stupid, but he’d rip her apart if he gave her his cock in the way he was dying to. A few more solid thrusts, he buried and stilled while she whimpered against his lips, clawing over his shoulders. “Please.”

His desire ramped up.

Oh, his badass was a sexy little beggar, and he fucking loved hearing it. She spoke to his darkness as though banging on the door to be let inside.

“You know what to do, Angela.” He stated, biting her lips, making them sore too. “Work it out on my cock. Come on, ride it; that’s a good girl.” Holding her to the wall, he was close enough to see the panic rise in her eyes at first, and then when his tongue licked over a perky nipple, she caught her confidence, wrapping both arms around his shoulders. Angela rose and fell, finding a rhythm.

And when she got going, she fucked like she’d been screwing for decades, popping her hips in a way that made his eyes roll back with pleasure.

“Fuck. That’s it. Get it, drag the come right out of my cock.” Squeezing her ass, he held her up and looked down to watch her working him in short, crying thrusts.

Sweet girl wanted it deep and couldn’t find it; she made a deliciously frustrating noise. Then, taking pity on her, he drew back and pounded up once, burying to her womb, and she deafened him with her pleasured cry.

“Again,” she panted, sweated trickling down her temple, he leaned in and lapped it gone, “again, again, please, grumpy.”