Page 82 of Darling Psycho

“You won’t do anything wrong,” he told her in a low voice, heavy with lust. “Stroke it out of me, angel. Stroke tight and hard.” He found her clit, and it was a starting pistol for her because she did as instructed, rolling her two hands up and down his dick.

He grew harder.

The pleasure gathered at the base of his spine, heating him from the inside.

Curses fell from his mouth, biting back harsh commands, letting her play at her own pace.

“Tighter,” he hissed, and strummed faster on her clit. Her detonation was an all-over body shudder, feeling it go through his fingers as her clit let go of its pleasure, and Angela cried out, “Jesus... Lawless, help me, please.”

Thepleasescrambled his brain, and he pulled his hand free, wrapping it around hers, and showed her how he liked it.

Together they jacked him off, and each time she moaned, it oiled up his arousal, slicking him all over her greedy, grasping hands. A shocked grunt caught in his throat as she lured noises out of him that felt foreign andgood.

Fuck, it was only a little hand action, and it felt better than any raucous orgy he’d been to.

Her eyes were round like hubcaps. She wore her emotions on the surface, and he wanted to swallow them whole.

At the point of impact, Lawless’ pleasure rushed through him like an inferno, and he leaned off her legs so he could prize them apart as his cock erupted in long ropes of come, falling on her lower belly and coating her pussy lips.

She stroked.

And she stroked until he had to pull her hand free or die from overstimulation.

Angela fell back among the pillows, panting. Lawless fell over her, making sure at the last second to brace his arms, so he didn’t crush her more petite body.

“Oh, wow, oh fuck, that was...Lawless, that was incredible. Did we do that? Did that just happen?”

No amount of orgasms stopped her mouth from running a mile a minute then. Smirking, he pushed his mouth to her ear. “Let me recover before you bombard my empty brain, angel.”

Incredible.

The word bounced around his head with each inhale-exhale.

In Lawless’ world, all they’d done was some light foreplay. With anyone else, it would be forgettable as soon as the orgasm hit. But he was playing in a new world, one he was molding with his two hands. A world with Angela, his dirty obsession, at the helm.

Incredible foreplay.

Addictive foreplay.

He was already starving for more.

So, when he jumped off the bed and told her to stay right there, he had more in mind as he cleaned up in her bathroom, and ran the hot water over a face cloth, wringing it out. Then he took it back with him.

What he expected was for a dressed Angela to have crawled into a shy cave with the blankets around her ears. What Lawless walked into was the gorgeous sight he left her in. Legs spread open, knees bent, and her eyes closed, wearing a little pleased smile. He sat near her thigh, leaning down; he took a bite out of her inner leg and made her eyes ping open. “Ouch.”

“Liar, you liked it. Keep your legs open while I clean my come off you.”

She made an embarrassed noise and flung an arm across her eyes. If she were mortified from wearing his climax, she was about to be scandalized at what Lawless had in store.

“If we do this...”

“We’re doing this.”

Cleaning someone up, tending to their care was a first for Lawless. He wasn’t a dominant man who did aftercare. All that cuddling and stroking hair put fleas down his back. It was why he’d never submerged himself in the lifestyle. The fucking and hard play he could do until the cows came home, but the aftercare was not for him.

Lawless was too old to change, but he could adapt because he wanted to be in this moment with her, doing the caretaking, making sure she needed what he wanted. If it meant he was touching her, he’d do this all day long.

She thought their relationship hadifs?