Page 112 of Darling Psycho

He was mental to respond to that ridiculous nickname, but what do you know? He railed her into the shower wall until she came on a cry of his name. Pussy shuddering through an earthquake around his cock, digging deeper, heavier than he should rain on her little body for her first time, and he pulled out to spurt against her stomach again, the pleasure blinding him into a grunting mess. Lawless was without air, their foreheads together, sharing breath.

Always in these moments of when he was done, he usually got away from the other person, but there was no escape clanging through his ears. He held onto her, relished in the feel of her hands drifting over his skull and shoulders, her lips finding places to kiss.

“I have the birth control implant; you can come inside me, Lawless,” holding out her arm, she showed him the slight bump beneath her bicep skin.

Dark thoughts.

Deviant ideas.

Filling her to the brim.

He’d only known he’d wanted to take her without a condom because he was a dirty bastard and wanted something with Angela he’d never experienced with anyone else. Coming inside her sex? He’d fucking die in her pussy; he’d live there, filling her until his balls were dry.

He rushed his mouth against hers, kissing the moan from her throat.

It was a while later; he’d cleaned her up a second time, helped her into a pair of fresh shorts and a t-shirt. Then, while she ran upstairs to check on Oscar, he cleaned up and pulled on a pair of lounge pants and then found her hovering in his bedroom doorway, looking uncertain.

“Am I staying in here, or do you want me to get lost to my room now you’ve screwed my brains out?”

Sassy. He arched a brow and jutted his chin to the remade bed. “Climb in.”

Her smile was blinding as she hurried across the floor and dived in.

She was so damn young, too young for him, looking at her fresh-faced and happy.

Did he do that? Make her happy?

She rolled right into the middle of the bed and pulled the sheets up to her chin, sparkly eyes, lust in the depths while she watched him closing the balcony doors. It was cold tonight, and he didn’t want her to catch pneumonia.

“I hope I can sleep without my rain machine,” she mumbled. “Maybe we could put the radio on.”

“I don’t like music.”

“Hold up... you don’t like music?”

“It’s pointless noise used to fill the silence, to act as a barrier between boredom. I like the silence.”

“All psychos do,” she laughed, curling under his sheets, enticing him to be very fucking bad again. But his waking dick would have to wait. He wasn’t that much of a callous jerk that he would hurt her deliberately. Though he wore light pants and Angela was buried beneath the sheets, he still felt the wet glove of her pussy. So when she asked, “is sex always this good?” his cock jerked and raged at him for not taking her until she killed him. No one looked at him like she did, as though seeing to the marrow of his wiring and Lawless felt stripped bare, down to the gristle.

Sex was great at times.

He wasn’t for sweet words; it felt all wrong on his tongue, but he still gave her the truth as he sat on the side of the bed by her hips, lifting her fingertips to his mouth. “It’s never been that good before.”

“Oh,” in the lamplight, she turned red and beamed a smile so fucking beautiful, he felt sick with happiness.

He was making her happy. A few simple words and he’d made her happy.

There was going to be time to sexually corrupt her in every room of the cabin. But, for now, she needed to rest, so he pressed a kiss to her lips, fighting against getting drawn in when her tongue was like a wanton thing in his mouth.

“Are you coming to bed?”

Lawless felt foolish admitting he’d never shared a bed to sleep in with anyone. Protecting his own space had always been a priority, and he would never have had a bad fish to share his privacy.

The rules were rewriting before his eyes because he crawled in beside her, letting her scoot over until her body bumped up against his, and she sighed dreamily.

The noise was felt deep in the caverns of his chest.

Was this peace?