Page 80 of Darling Psycho

Fucking hell. He’d expected Angela to taste good, and her smell was invigorating, better than any drug he’d ever snorted, but her taste was out of this world. He flattened his tongue to drive more licks on her outer lips, pushing them open with the force of his tongue to get inside at the juicy parts.

Lawless could tongue fuck with the best of them, but this felt like he was an animal let loose after ten years of captivity. He kissed her intimately, taking her gasping mewls as cues to go faster, softer, to eat the fucking orgasm out of her when her back bowed, and she clung to the bed, her pleasure lighting a fire underneath her. Never had his road name sounded so good being screamed out of a hoarse throat.

“Again.” he rasped, not giving Angela a second to come down. Instead, he built her up again, tonguing into his new addiction.

His cock was as hard as he’d ever been, and Lawless drove once, twice, into the mattress to calm the lump of meat down.

This was for Angela.

Something soft at first.

Before she got to understand his appetites.

Lawless wasn’t a soft guy. He couldn’t picture what making love was like. At all.

Rolling with an instinct to imprint the taste of Angela to the bottom of his belly and back of his throat, deep into his skin.

When the second orgasm hit Angela, she was soundless. Her wet lips opened, and he watched as her eyes went blind as he brushed his thumb against her clit and his two middle fingers entered her. So. Fucking. Tight. He almost went blind.

She’d branded him so deep he’d never be able to cut her out.

“Lawless,” she panted, “I can’t.I can’t,” she said when he didn’t stop. He gave her a second of rest, scraping his teeth on her inner thigh, knowing before long she’d wear his marks all over her, and it brought a pulse of pleasure to his leaking cock.

“You can.You will. Give me another.”

His mouth was wild on her pussy. He couldn’t get enough of her taste inside of him, and when he reared up, she went wide-eyed with lust as he positioned himself on his knees between her opened legs.

He wanted her in ropes.

In leather straps.

A spreader bar.

Crying for him until it washishands soothing her.

His kinks went nuts, piling into his head, showing him Angela choking on his dick with beautiful tears streaming down her face.

For now, Lawless collared her throat and was hit with how she settled under what was a threatening move to someone else.

“I’ve waited for this taste.”

“You have?”

“So much waiting. So you’ll give me a third, won’t you, angel? Rain it all over my fucking mouth. Come hard for me.”

The way she watched him with absolute trust in her eyes was a cocktail of drugs he never knew he wanted. The lust slammed into him while he played with her pussy like his very favorite toy. She responded to each slide of his fingers.

“I’ll give you anything.”

“Next time, you’ll tell me what you want. But, right now, you’ll let me eat my fill.”

Her legs were agitated, and her breathing began with short pants.

Their eyes locked when he punched his fingers home, and she staggered into a buckled cry. “Please, Lawless.” It was his undoing.

Several grazes over her G-spot, and Angela went nuclear. Soaking his hand, her pulses ran down his fingers as she came and came.

“Good girl,” he praised, and like a dirty bastard, he didn’t remove his fingers. He wanted to own her quakes. They were his. “You’ve made a mess on my hand. I should make you clean it up,” But Lawless couldn’t wait to slurp it down, tasting her everywhere.