Page 102 of Little Psycho

The evil world beyond our little bubble fades further into oblivion, and each moment extends like a whispered secret.His hands dig deeper into my skin, every scratch fueling the wildfire inside me that races through my soul.

“Please, Killian,” I whisper, clinging to him while his tongue swirls in circles around my pulsing clit.

My eyes fling open and search his for reassurance through my long lashes.He looks up at me, those dark, intimidating eyes ablaze with an intensity that matches mine.He smirks, drilling his tongue in and out of my pussy, teasing me as my walls begin to clench around him.

“Good girl,” he tells me, his voice vibrating against my pussy.

With that, he dives back in, his mouth a vortex of heat and desire.Each stroke of his tongue pulls me toward the edge, and I can feel the muscles in my body tightening.I arch my back, surrendering fully to him as he feasts on my pussy like it’s his last meal, licking and sucking me clean.

I reach down, gliding my fingers through his soft hair, tugging roughly as my legs try to clench around his head.He hums with his tongue inside my pussy, making my legs quiver from the sensation.Easing his pierced tongue out of me, he curls it around my clit and slides two fingers in my pussy, parting and hooking them while still gently thrusting.He slurps up my cum, tugging my clit between his teeth like he’s chewing meat off a bone.

But he doesn’t let me finish.

"Killian—” I moan as he slides his fingers out of me, climbing up my body until he’s hovering over me, his cock poking against my clenching pussy.

“Cali,” he murmurs, his husky voice a sweet blend of urgency and need.“Are you ready to come for me?”

I nod frantically, biting my lip and tensing my body to try and stop myself from coming without him.Wrapping his strong hand around my throat, he applies just enough pressure to intensify the pleasure surging through me.He bites his lip, pushing his dick into my pussy, easing in slowly so I feel every inch of him stretching me out.

I cling to the wrinkled, sweat-soaked sheet beneath me, trying to desperately anchor myself as I wrap my legs around him, drawing him in even closer as if I can’t get enough of him.He fills me completely, pushing past my boundaries, going so deep that I can feel him in my stomach.

His breath hitches as he begins to rock his hips, slow at first, savoring our connection before gradually picking up the pace and gyrating them to a beat only he can hear.My body trembles as he fucks me, my orgasm on the brink of exploding into something beautiful.He leans down and captures my lips, slamming into me, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in my ears.

“I want to hear you say my name when you come, Cali.”He lets out a dangerously low growl, slightly commanding.

I can feel the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter as he fucks me deeper, his strokes fast and consuming.I bury my hands in his hair, pulling him even closer, my legs locked tightly around him as he pounds into me.

“Killian,” I pant, and it feels like a confession rolling off the tip of my tongue, his name an answer to my prayers.

He thrusts into me harder, grinning now that I gave him what he wanted.I finally let go, soaking his cock as it delves in and out of my pussy, setting it on fire with each stroke.My back arches, my chest colliding with his as I unravel beneath him, succumbing to the violent, brutal thrusts he’s using as some sort of weapon.

Panting and shaking, my legs fall from around his body, and my back hits the bed, the sweat covering my skin and making me stick to the fabric.But I don’t care.Killian smirks, sliding out of me, crawling further up my body.He wraps his hand around his slick cock and starts stroking, aiming for my breasts with a devious grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

As he finally comes, his eyes find mine, a mischievous look clouding them.What I don’t realize right away is that he’s spelling something across my breasts with his cum: his name, Kill.His warm cock rubs against my nipples as he spreads his cum around, a smirk gracing his lips like a secret being exposed.

“Did you really write your name in cum on my tits?”

Winking, he nods his head, grunting through the last wave of pleasure that rips through him.“I sure the fuck did.You’re mine, Calista.”

As he finally collapses beside me, spent and panting, I tuck my head in the crook of his neck, savoring the thumping sound of his heartbeat.With the city still asleep outside, and the night stretched around us like a protective blanket, I know that for tonight I’ve traded my armor for warmth—a decision I’m finally ready to embrace.

THIRTY-EIGHT

PARANOIA

NOTE TO SELF—FROM FIRST TO LAST

DOMINIC

The soft hum of the tattoo gun resonates in my ears as I glide it across the client’s skin, deliberately avoiding the bare, hardened nipple just inches away.Normally, I’d be tempted by someone like her, but my thoughts are consumed by Calista, who stays at the forefront of my mind.

With each jagged scrape of the needle, the girl in the chair lets out a playful moan, nibbling on her lip as a pained hiss escapes her throat.

“Do you want me to stop?”I ask, directing my focus solely on her face, determined to ignore her exposed chest.

“Oh, no.Please keep going,” she giggles, locking her gaze with mine, as if attempting to spark something between us.

To her credit, she’s doing everything right, but I’m no longer interested in picking up random girls like I used to.Still, she doesn’t need to know that.

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