Page 124 of Darling Psycho

His balls grew taut, like he’d never had a shy blowjob before.

He hadn’t. And Lawless appreciated the agony of it.

But it went on far past his patient threshold, which wasn’t long at all.

Licks.

Strokes.

She tracked the length of his cock like an art project.

“Suck it already,” he issued, and Angela gasped, “don’t act surprised now, not when your mouth is on my dick. Get on with it.”

On her knees between his legs, Angela sat back on her heels. He couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed to be caught fondling him while he slept, but he’d bet his last penny she was. His angel was full of hot air and bluster. Could argue a point as well as him, and they’d had some rousing discussions in the past, especially when she disagreed about a book he enjoyed. But put her in an intimate setting, and she melted like sugar water.

She was so fucking delicious.

He rarely dreamed about Ohio, but it put Lawless in a piss-poor mood afterward when he did. Angela had cured him of that. Her and her wicked wet dick-sucking lips.

“I thought we could talk,” she dared bullshit him, and Lawless pushed himself up against the headboard, chuckling. He hooked her around the waist and yanked her forward. She landed against his chest. Then he split her thighs open, nudging her sweet pussy with his awakened length.

“You don’t wake me up by crawling yourself naked on top of me and then tell me you want to talk. Don’t feed me bare-faced lies, Angela, not before breakfast.” he stroked the roundness of her hips, pulling her tighter onto his cock. She was already wet. His teeth nipped into her fuller lower lip, hips shoved up to grab at that moan she elicited.

“I really did.”

Her weak protest died a fast death because she put him in place and sank until he was engulfed in wet heat. Perfect.

His pretty angel moaned, struggling to take him. Finally, she made a frustrated sound.

Lawless laughed into her mouth, moving her on him. “That’s a bunch of bullshit. You wanted to fuck, just admit it. What am I gonna say? No?”

He could have told her he enjoyed her immensely this way, even waking him when he’d barely had two hours of sleep all night. He wanted her to feel bold enough to crawl on top of him and tell him what she needed.

Cupping her cheeks, he drew her in for a burning, lingering kiss to steal the very breath out of her lungs. That breath belonged to him.

Everything about Angela belonged to him.

“You woke me. I want tocome.”

“Is this okay?” she panted. “I mean, it’s not too vanilla for you, is it? We haven’t talked about what you prefer.”

He needed to see her, so he instructed the electronically controlled lights to turn on dim. Ah, fuck, she was flushed all over, working him in, taking him as deep as her more petite body would allow. He got off on watching her struggle to stretch around him. It made him a sick bastard seeing how she huffed and worked for it.

“Angel, I like sex all ways. You’re on my cock, riding it, sweating and struggling to take it in, after working me stiff while I was asleep, licking me into dripping over your grasping fingers. There’s nothing vanilla about that.”

Kisses landed all over his cheeks. Her smile was bright and so beautiful she made his guts ache.

Was this love?

It felt like acid burning him.

But in a good way.

He pulled her down onto him harder with every lift and lower of her pelvis.

She was soft, tempting curves that called to the deviant in him; she was warm all over, smiling down at him as she settled herself with sweet cries.

He was sharp lines and degenerate-born words whispering in her ears.