Page 105 of Little Psycho

While a part of me craves to toss aside the tattoo gun and lose myself in her completely, the other part knows the stakes at play.

“Just hold on.You’re almost done.”I try to reassure myself more than her, letting the needle glide effortlessly across her skin.

Sweat coats my brow as she picks up the rhythm, her movements becoming bolder, as if trying to muster the courage to break free of the restraints we have put around ourselves.

“Does it hurt?”I ask, genuinely curious, even as I work the needle expertly.

"Only a little,” she lies, grinning with a mischievous glint in her eyes.“But honestly?This feels so fucking good."Her words send a jolt of exhilaration through me, ripping away any remnant of logical thought I’ve held onto in this reckless moment.

Just then, she decides to grind her hips down harder against me, and I’m forced to stifle a groan.

“Damn,” I rasp, my voice laced with pent-up desire.“You’re killing me, Pretty Eyes.”

“Not yet, but I’m getting there,” she counters, her breath hitching as I finish the last outline.

With each movement, I lean closer toward her, allowing the vanilla scent of her shampoo to envelop me; the soft braids in her hair caress my cheek lightly, intoxicating me.I focus on filling in the dripping blood, the small flicks of color glowing in my eyes as my hip tenses, my cock throbbing inside her.

“Just a little bit longer, Cali,” I coax, hoping desperately that a few more moments will be enough to keep us both in this bubble of heated bliss.

“Take your time,” she urges, adding playful thrusts that make my mind whirl and my resolve shimmer with doubt.“I’ve got nowhere to be...except for right here, with you.”

Her words slice through me, amplifying the fire that burns low in my gut.Every pass of the needle becomes more drawn out, not to prolong the tattoo but to savor this moment, the exhilarating thrill of forbidden intimacy swirling, enveloping us in something we’ve both desired for too long.

“Fuck...almost there...”I breathe heavily, my hands guiding the machine with precision, grounding myself in the task at hand while she rolls her wide hips and winds her body like a wave, pulling me under water alongside her.

The mixture of pain and pleasure pushes us both closer to the edge, the tattoo finishing before I have the chance to come.

“Done!It's a fucking masterpiece,” I finally declare, pulling away to admire my work—a shiny, bloody knife with the words 'Little Psycho' in dark red, the dripping blood looking as if its actually gliding down her back.

Cali turns around to face me, her eyes wide as she gazes at the intricate tattoo and then back into my eyes, a fire igniting in the depths of her pupils.“It’s beautiful, Dom.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” I retort, abandoning my resolve as I pull her in for a passionate kiss, our lips crashing together.

I set the tattoo gun down and use my hands to clasp around her waist, holding tightly.Without any sort of warning, I slam her down on my dick, feeling her fucking shatter, milking me with her slick release.

"Dom!"she gasps into my mouth, and I selfishly swallow her muffled words.

"Fuck, yeah.Come all over my dick, Pretty Eyes," I urge, feeling my balls tighten and my cock pulse inside her, on the cusp of coming myself.

I pull her back to my chest and hook my arm around her, preventing her from moving.She lies her head back onto my shoulder, her hands desperately grasping at my knees as she tries to find something to anchor herself to me.I thrust my hips, meeting her ass as she slams down on me again, breaking through my walls so fucking easily.

"Fuck," I groan, feeling a warm gush of cum jet into her, my body trembling from the chaotic orgasm that has my mind spinning in glee.

Sinking my teeth into the side of her neck, I drag my tongue along her skin and suck hard, leaving a dark red bite mark behind by the time I finally release her.

We come down together, shaking and spent, gasping for air as the shop begins to close in around us.Nothing seems to matter in this moment—not the fear of my father finding out, not the burn of her fresh tattoo, not even her parents out there hunting for her.Absolutely nothing fucking matters besides me and Cali, stuck together in a mix of sweat and cum, and there's nowhere else I'd rather fucking be.

THIRTY-NINE

NIGHTMARES

MONSTERS UNDER THE BED—MANIC KAZZY

CALISTA

Huddled in the corner of the dimly lit room, I pull my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth like I did on that first night at Five's.A narrow crack in the window allows cold air to rush in, carrying with it delicate snowflakes that dance across the dingy, dark green carpet.The light dims and flickers with each gust of wind as branches hammer against the glass, bending helplessly in the grip of the icy storm.

Below me, plow trucks navigate the snowy streets, their metal blades scraping against the pavement, the sound sending a chill down my spine that makes my hair stand on end.I lower my head between my knees, squeezing them around my ears in a futile attempt to muffle the noise.

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