Page 81 of Darling Psycho

“I’m dead,” she wheezed, her thump more erratic against his stroking thumb, “you’ve killed me.”

Smirking at her dramatics, he let her throat go, his fingers still buried inside her, when he snuck his free hand under her shirt. One tweak of her nipple and what do you know, his Angela came back alive with a jolt. “Being finger-fucked is not how I’d kill you, angel.”

She looked well pleasured as she huff-chuckled at his response.

Taking him by surprise, she speared up and captured his mouth, tasting her sweet juices, didn’t appear to put off her hunger when she went wild on his tongue.

Because he was enjoying her hunger, he let her control his mouth and grunted when a tongue slide made his dick ache. Then, as if she sensed where Lawless was hurting, Angela’s hand, without hesitation or shyness, slid between them, and she molded the shape of him through the sweatpants, and he groaned again, pushing into her hand.

It was the most access he gave anyone without permission to touch him.

He was breaking the rules left and right for his badass.

She nibbled at his mouth like a gorgeous, hungry creature. Lawless was half-mad to taste her again.

“That’s three gorgeous orgasms you’ve given me. Let me do something for you.”

He pulled back to look at her. “Are we keeping score?”

She frowned in concentration. It showed how deliciously analytical her brain was. “Should I get a notebook?”

Amused, Lawless smirked. “Angel, you’ll get so many orgasms from me, you’ll lose count.”

“Oh, wow.”

Without letting go of her neck, he moved across her body until he straddled her lower legs, and he set his fingers free from her pussy, making Angela moan. He let her watch him, licking them clean until she hid her face behind a hand. “You’re embarrassed now with a little finger licking? I just had my face in your pussy.”

She had no idea how dirty he could get.

But she would soon.

Or he might burst if he didn’t get inside her in all the ways he’d fantasized about for three years.

One last stroke on the front of her throat, and he let her go. He saw the disappointment in her eyes. Fuck, she loved being held in a possessive way. That was going to play well with his proclivities.

She was scanning his body as though she could see under the clothes. Dirty girl.

“You have questions?”

“About a million,” she blushed, “but that’s for tomorrow. Only one counts now. Do I get to touch you, too?”

His dick would cause a riot if he said no. Leading her hands to his body, he drew Angela’s fingers along his hard stomach first and then down onto his hardness. “Get me out,” he rasped through clenched teeth.

Her shaking hands didn’t go unnoticed, and Lawless took sick pleasure in watching her tentative moves. He didn’t rush her, letting Angela take her time fiddling with the waistband of his sweatpants before rushing both hands inside.

The agonized pleasure when she fisted him in two hands nearly blew the top of his head off, and he had to bite on his lip to stop barking commands at her.

He was introducing her to his world, didn’t want to drag her in too fast and scare her. But fuck, it felt good being handled.

“Good girl,” Lawless told her and watched how she grinned, but her eyes were glued to his dick, and his dick wasn’t complaining about the attention. It leaked into her fingers, and she smoothed it over his crown until he was in danger of spilling like an oil disaster.

Angela murmured under her breath how this was surreal.

He had to agree. It was three years in the making, and felt like he was still lying on his prison bunk imagining the deviant filth he’d introduce her to.

When she tugged him, Lawless grunted, and Angela’s eyes widened. It wasn’t hard to see how turned on she was from handling him. Nipples were stiff; her lips were wet, and fuck yeah, when he reached down between her tightly clasped legs, barely fitting two fingers to her slit because he was still straddled over her thighs, she was a river of arousal.

“Lawless,” she whimpered, looking to him for guidance.