Page 59 of Little Psycho

“I’m fucking you.What’s it look like?”A deep, evil laugh escapes my throat as I tilt my head back, slamming my ass down repeatedly on his massive, pierced cock.

With my free hand, I grab his hand and peel it off my hip, putting it on my breast instead.On his own, Dom’s fingers knead around my nipple, tickling their way to the bar in the center of it.When he feels the piercing, he moans, giving a slight thrust of his hips as if he’s losing control.

I grind on him, just wanting him deeper and deeper, feeling like what I already have inside me isn’t enough.It’s Dom beneath me, and I’m well aware of it, and the fact that he can’t see my face helps my anxiety.But I think he knows it’s me; I just can’t describe how.

His fingers tighten around my breast, causing a surge of arousal to pour out of me, and pleasure weaves its way into every one of my bones.This is my sweet revenge, my way of flipping the script, and I won’t stop until I’ve taken everything from him—just like he took everything from me.In the midst of the pleasure, the feeling of power is heady.I hold the cards—all the control—and until I get what I want, I’m not letting go.

Suddenly, Dom flips me over, pushing me down onto the mattress beneath us.He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, his eyes wild with confusion and desire—a toxic combination.The look sends chills down my spine, but yet I couldn't be more turned on.

“Who the fuck are you?”he demands, his voice low and dangerous, but his hips are still thrusting into mine.

I smirk beneath my mask, feeling the weight of the knife still grasped firmly in my hand above my head.“Who do you think I am?”I counter, my voice dripping with malice.

The thrill of the unknown races through me as Dom continues to ravage me, his grip unyielding and his eyes blazing with intensity.I revel in the rush, the exhilarating feeling of being both hunter and hunted.

As we continue to dance on the edge of ecstasy and danger, I know that this game between us has just gotten started.The storm I’ve unleashed is nowhere near over, and I won’t rest until each and every one of them has paid for what they did to me.

So I tighten my grip on the knife, my heart pounding with anticipation.This is my moment, and I won’t let it slip away.

Tonight, it’s my turn to play—and play I fucking will.

TWENTY-FOUR

UNRAVELING

SADISTIC—MANIC KAZZY

DOM

At first, I thought I was dreaming.But the knife to my throat had me realize what was happening was actually real.However, it no longer bothers me, only because I know who it is under the mask.She didn’t have to say her name—I could tell.Even though her voice was lower and softer than usual, I could fucking tell it was Calista.

But it’s obvious that she doesn’t want me to know.She’s hiding beneath a mask, so I don’t see the real her with how close and intimate of a moment we’re having.So I reach over and pull open the drawer in my nightstand, retrieving my ghostface mask and quickly slipping it on over my head, concealing my face as well.

She tilts her head, and even though I can’t see the expression on her face, I can tell by her demeanor that she’s all kinds of fucking confused.

“You got a mask kink or something?”she asks, laughing, locking her long, tanned legs around my hips, tugging my pelvis closer into hers.

“Maybe,” I grunt in response, still fucking her for the first time, not wanting to ever stop.I roll my hips to make my cock go even deeper.“Or maybe I don’t want you to see the real me...just like you don’t want me to see the real you.”

My bed squeaks, slamming against the wall as I fuck her harder and faster, making her full, perky tits bounce in my face.She says nothing, just clings to the knife in her hand that I let her keep, like she’s going to fucking use it or something—but she won’t.Something passes between us in the moment—something I can’t decipher, but neither one of us says anything about it.

I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking on it as I continue to pound into her forbidden cunt, so wet, so tight, so fucking mine.She lets out a low moan, the fear in her eyes being replaced with something else—something primal and wild.And as I feel her nails digging into my skin, drawing blood, I know that she’s giving into it too.We’re both lost in the same dark, twisted game, and neither of us wants it to end.

But it does.

I feel my orgasm rolling in, tightening all the muscles in my body, but my balls much worse.She thrusts her hips up to meet mine, rocking against me so her swollen clit feels the friction too.But she can’t get there before I do.

As soon as I feel myself coming, I pull out of her wam cunt and spill my load on her pussy lips.Se gasps, tugging me roughly to try and get me back inside of her where she wants me—where she needs me.

I slam back in, feeing my cock throb painfully against her walls as they begin to clench around me, intensifying my orgasm.With her cunt all sticky from my cum and our skin sticking together, I keep pounding into her, emptying the rest as deep as I can get it.Until there’s nothing left to give her.

And then, without warning, I pull out of her again, snatching my shirt off the bedroom floor and wiping my dic off as if what we just did was normal.I take my mask off and lean back, nervously looking at her.She’s putting a cigarette to the mouth of the mask and lighting it, refusing to look at me as she sits there like nothing ever happened.She doesn’t even bring up the fact that I didn’t let her come.

Her perfect, toned body—curvy and tanned—catches my gaze and turns me into a drooling fucking mess, but I can’t take my eyes off of her.

Her pierced tits glisten under the moonlight.Her perfect, tight curls fall in her face, framing the mask covering it.And fuck, all I can think about is how she’d got my cum inside her...and how much I want to fuck her again.

“Will you take your mask off for me, Calista?”I manage to summon the courage inside me and ask, silently praying she doesn’t say no.

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