Page 80 of The Pretty Psycho

Pushing her against the wall, my cock started seeking entry, and as I looked down at us, at her soaking me and me moving between her lips, I almost lost it.

"God, you have no idea, Bambi," I murmured, pressing our foreheads together. "I have waited my entire life for you and I didn't even know."

"I'm glad you waited." She smiled softly, playing with my hair at the nape of my neck. "Had you not waited I would've had to kill some other bitch."

"Jealous?" I asked, groaning as she spasmed against me, still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

"You have no idea."

"I think I might have a little bit of an idea." Actually, I had an idea, because the mere thought of her with some other guy made me feral.

My molars ground together at the images of her with somebody else, and without a warning, I guided my dick toward her opening and slammed inside.

"Fuck!" she groaned, tightening her hold on me. "Jesus."

"Not Jesus, baby." I grinned, holding still for a second. "But I wouldn't mind seeing you on your knees."

"You're such a dirty little fucker, Adrian." She smiled, quickly replacing it with another moan when I started moving. "Fuck. Yes. There," she spat out as I pushed in and out, too fucking tired of taking it slow.

Her walls fluttered around me, her head fell to my shoulder, and before I could catch my breath, she was shaking in my arms, pressing down, meeting me thrust for thrust. I looked down between us, where we were joined, where our juices mixed and the need to come suddenly overcame everything else.

I slammed inside her relentlessly, spurred on by the view of her little hand falling between us, rubbing her clit as if her life depended on it.

"That's it, baby. That's my good girl. Do you need to come?"

"Yes!" she screamed. "Fuck, Adrian. I want to come. Please, please, please… Yeeeeees!" She pulled me right under with her, and I didn't even try to fight it.

My orgasm snuck up on me, slamming into me in full force, making me see fucking stars.

I had no idea if it was Vega or me that was shouting. I couldn't hear anything but the sound of my own heartbeat and her soft laughter somewhere in the distance.

"Did I break you?" she asked, and the feeling of her fingers dragging through my hair finally registered in the back of my mind.

I was completely covering her, barely holding on, while my legs shook and my heart pounded. We were both covered in sweat, not that I cared at this very moment, but I had no ideawhat that was. I… "What the fuck," I breathed out, slowly pulling back to look at her.

My cock was still deep inside her, pulsating, feeling her pussy fluttering around me.

"I think that was just the best sex of my life," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my lips. But that wasn't enough for me. Not right now.

I claimed her lips, bruising her, demanding, taking, and she let me. She let me take everything she had to give me, meeting me kiss for kiss. My cock hardened inside her, making both of us moan in unison.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me, Bambi," I rasped, pulling back, needing to put a stop to this. "If we didn't have to go out and deal with this shit?—"

"I know," she murmured. "But we have to. We need to finish this chapter of our lives and then I want to go back to your cabin and eat that horrible, horrible soup." I started laughing. "And sleep in that absolutely terrible bed of yours, wrapped in your arms."

Nothing had ever sounded better, except maybe hearing her say that she loved me that first time. But now that I’d heard it, now that I knew, I wanted to hear it all the time. Even sliding out of her, seeing my cum dripping down her thighs, did something to me.

I marked her in more ways than one. Her heart, her body, they all belonged to me, and I belonged to her.

She had tattooed herself on that beating organ, and it was the one tattoo I loved the most.

Vega bent down and started pulling her pants up, when I stopped her, holding her wrist in my hand. The quizzical look on her face was almost comical, but when my hand disappeared between her legs, it quickly turned into the heated stare I loved so much. My fingers collected our mixed releases and startedlifting it toward my lips, but before I could lick it off, she beat me to it, pulling my fingers to her mouth, licking them clean all the while looking at me.

"That's mine," she said. "All mine."

Damn right it was hers. I was hers till the end of time, and it was exactly what I wanted.

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