Page 166 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

It felt like he was splitting me in two.

John immediately stopped moving. “You okay?” He peppered kisses against my closed eyes, my nose, then my cheeks.

I bit down on my lower lip as shock waves rolled through me.

“Please, you’re killing me.” He kissed the corners of my mouth. “Speak to me, Aran.”

I shivered as he said my name like it meant something special to him. Like he was devoted to me.

“I’m fine, dude,” I said shakily as I tangled my fingers in his messy hair. “You can keep going.” Please get this over with quickly.

John groaned roughly, “No. I need. Let you. Adjust.”

The overly full sensation of him seated deep inside me made it feel like someone was dragging a knife down my spine.

Pain blinded my vision, and everything went fuzzy.

It was agony.

John’s arms were wrapped around my shoulders protectively.

It felt like a hot knife was being jammed into my shoulder blades and twisted until my skin ripped off.

I was in hell.

“Just go, please. Finish it quick,” I gasped and tried to convey with my tone what I couldn’t put into words.

John must have heard the desperation in my voice because his arms tightened, and he pistoned his hips and moaned with pleasure.

I bit down on my lip to stifle a scream.

“Fuck, how are you this perfect?” he moaned as he bounced me roughly on his lap.

I tasted blood, and it took everything in me not to fall apart and shove him away.

It was so painful.

John shuddered and held me tight as he pulsed deep inside me. Wetness flooding between us.

Thank the sun god. It was over.

“Aran,” John moaned as he rubbed circles on my lower back.

He didn’t say anything else, and neither did I.

The white spots receded from my vision, and the sensation of being skewered alive slowly dissipated.

The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming.

“Are you okay?” John pulled himself out of me as he kissed my forehead, his arms still wrapped around me. “Please talk to me.”

I panted and whispered a shaky, “I’m fine.” My face warmed as I whispered, “was it good for you?”

John made a pained noise as he peppered delicate kisses across my nose. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”

His fingers traced a soothing pattern across my back, which was having the unintended consequence of causing little blips of pain.

It hurt but I didn’t tell him to stop because I didn’t want him to.

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