Page 126 of Darling Psycho

Four hard, sharp thrusts that damn near ached from the force took him under, made him grunt and clasp to her hips, holding her onto his cock on the last one as he shot inside her pussy as she splintered apart at the same time.

Long before she finished spasming around him, he rolled her over. The motion naturally detached him, and he watched their pleasure running out of her sex. Lawless was bombarded with primitive thoughts battering through his skull, clanging louder than church bells. Then, before his cock softened, he lined up and shoved back in.

Startling a cry of pleasure out of Angela.

He rammed all their come back into her.

The monster wanted her coated from the inside.

Stain her with his darkness in her very fucking soul.

Holding himself there, her walls fluttered and gripped him tight as she panted into his neck.

Minutes later, after rearranging her body draped over his. “What was all that about?”

She had the grace to blush and dip her head, resting it on his shoulder.

It was intimate.

Strange.

Nice.

“You put me to bed.”

“Yes.”

“Inmybed, Lawless.” She scowled despite the raging orgasm she’d had only moments before.

They’d been to the Friday party at the club last night, and he’d ended up carrying her in from the truck, sleepy drunk.

“You were knocked out; if I’d put you in my bed, I would have fucked you.”

He saw that pleased her.

She was a conundrum. From one moment to the next, he never knew what would make her happy.

“You should have had sex with me while I was sleeping; I would have woken up.”

A burst of lust boiled in his gut, and when he detangled them, Lawless sat against the headboard and watched her scoot across the mattress to cuddle on his shoulder.

“And you call me the kinky bastard. You into somnophilia, angel?”

She looked confused, and Lawless rolled a finger over the wrinkles on her forehead. He explained it was the fetish of fucking with an unconscious person.

“Oh,” she laughed. “Well, if it were you, I wouldn’t mind.”

He filed that away while she overloaded his senses with sweet touches.

Ever since her birthday, she’d been a full-on touch attack, hugging him from morning until night. Whenever she saw him, he got a lingering kiss, which meant he had to palm her ass. That pleased her, too. If he was seated, Angela was on his lap.

He met her outside college twice that week when he got business wrapped up earlier than expected, and the smile she sent him when she saw him resting on his bike nearly had him licking her all over. She’d flung herself into his arms like a limpet. He hadn’t hated it.

“So,” fingers walked over his chest like she didn’t know already that would get him worked up again. “Now we’re both awake, and it’s nearly seven, anyway. Will you tell me everything you like?”

Her. Lawless liked her. His list was concise.

But he’d given his word, hadn’t he?