Page 75 of Little Psycho

“Are you doing okay?”I ask softly, dragging my fingers down his chest, making him shiver.

“Never been better.”His grin sends a surge of power through me, making my thighs ache and my pussy wet from wanting him so fucking bad.

“Good, I was hoping you’d say that.”I dip my hand beneath his waistband and pull him closer, teasingly rubbing his massive, hard dick.“But I bet I can make you feel even better,” I challenge, wrapping my hand around him and stroking his cock slowly but firmly, his hooded eyes rolling back in his head.

I push my pants down below my ass, feeling the cold air hit my burning skin, intensifying the feeling of pleasure and desire sweeping through me.Grabbing his bloody hand, I slide it between my legs, letting him feel how wet my pussy is for him.

He groans.“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”

“I know, baby boy.Who do you think made me this way?”I smirk, arching a brow while seductively licking my lips.

Ash swallows hard, trying to find his voice.“Me?I made you that wet?”he asks in disbelief, a twinkle of lust hidden in his eyes.

I nod, easily pushing his hand away and stepping backward towards the bed where Marcus lies, still shaking and bleeding heavily with the gun shoved in his mouth.I sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning back and using his lifeless body as leverage as I kick my pants off the rest of the way and spread my legs wide for Ash to see.

“Now, you’re going to be a good boy for me, Ash, aren’t you?”I tease, rolling the pad of my finger over my clit while he watches, his mouth hanging open.

“Yes,” he sputters.“Fuck yes, I’ll be a good boy for you, my Little Psycho.”

“Then get on your fucking knees and crawl to me.Crawl to my pussy, Ash.I want to feel how good your tongue feels inside of me.”I tug my lip between my teeth and push a finger inside my pussy, fucking myself to the image of him on his knees, crawling to me so eagerly.

When he gets to the edge of the bed, he violently rips my hand away from my pussy and puts his mouth there instead, immediately sliding his long, pierced tongue inside me.

I gasp as the warmth of his mouth envelopes me, every flick of his tongue igniting fireworks beneath my skin.The sensations bounce off the walls of the room, mixed with the metallic smell of blood that fills the air.It’s an unholy cocktail of pleasure and danger, but nothing has ever felt so exhilarating.

Ash’s fingers dig into my fiery skin as he loses himself in my body, the rhythm of his tongue becoming frantic as he drinks me in, studiously seeking every solitary spot that ignites a smoldering fire within me.Our surroundings fade, the boundary of our previous nightmares dissolving into the raw, fervent energy that crackles between us.

“God, yes.Just like that,” I encourage, my voice a breathless whisper as I arch my back and grasp the edge of the mattress, feeling the energy radiating from him.“I knew you’d be good at this.Just a little more...”

As he laves my clit, the friction sends waves of ecstasy coursing through me.It’s intoxicating, the way he’s so utterly devoted to giving me pleasure while the chaos of our actions still lingers in the air.Every shot of bliss that fires through me pulls him further into my depths, like each orgasm is intertwining our fates—binding us tighter with invisible threads.

But just as I feel myself approaching the delicate climax, the sound of Marcus choking on the gun jolts us back to reality.Ash lifts his head, his mouth glistening with my cum, and catches my gaze with a smirk that’s both dazed and euphoric.

“Looks like our toy needs a moment of attention,” he jokes, his voice low and gravelly, making my stomach clench with need all over again.

He leans up, still on his knees, the hunger lingering in his eyes—mirroring mine.

“Let's give him something to think about.”I smile wickedly, leaning back against Marcus’s still body, my fingers slipping down to toy with the blade sticking ominously out of his abdomen.

“Why should he get to have all the fun?”Ash’s eyes gleam with mischief as he pulls out the knife, the sight of it glinting in the faint light sending a thrill down my spine.

“Oh yeah, I like where this is going,” I pant, craving to feel his mouth back where it was.

Taking the knife, he stands up and hovers over Marcus, staring into his soul to reveal the determination burning behind his eyes.He plunges the knife deep, right beneath his throat, earning a garbled scream that rings through the air like a twisted melody.

I let out a moan of approval, the sight of Ash reclaiming his power intensifying every nerve ending in my body.I’m spun around swiftly, this time facing Marcus as Ash bends me over his body and stands behind me, his cock poking into my ass.

“Do you feel it, Marcus?”I taunt, watching him writhe beneath us, his pain fueling the flames within me.

Ash’s movements are deliberate and precise, as he carves out revenge with every twist of the blade.“This—tonight—this is what you deserve.To know what it felt like to take away from others.It’s your fucking turn to suffer.”

Ash continues to work, pushing the knife deeper, and I can see that he’s becoming drunk on the power—our hunger bleeding into one another, baking a new kind of intimacy into this blood-soaked night.The body beneath us becomes our canvas, painted with retribution and fury as we take back what was always ours.

With renewed urgency, we fall back into our rhythm, each stab of the knife echoing my own rises of pleasure.The screams become mere echoes in the background as I lose myself in the sensation, colors bursting behind my closed eyes.

Ash shifts focus from the knife to me again, allowing the beast of his hunger to show in his cravings, and I invite that fatal desire with open arms.

“Give me fucking everything,” I breathe out, the fire flaming a scorching hunger between us.

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