Page 85 of Little Psycho

“Or maybe you’re just afraid I’ll push you over the edge,” I counter, my heart racing even faster as we pull onto the street, the tires squealing under the pressure.

Killian grips the steering wheel like it’s a lifeline, and I can’t help but admire how he both hates and craves this moment.The headlights of the other cars flash around us, each one a reminder of what’s at stake.The city blurs by in streaks of light as our competitive crew throttles forward, the thrill in the air palpable.

“Just keep it up, Killian.I’m itching for a real challenge,” I taunt, glancing over at him.

He bites back a smile, the tension between us shifting, wrapping tighter like a coiled snake ready to strike.As we approach the starting line, Ash and Dominic’s cars line up beside us.The crowd gathers, eyes gleaming with anticipation as the tension thickens and the countdown begins, an electric pulse setting the rhythm.

Three… two… one!

And then we’re off, the world dissolving into a flurry of adrenaline and speed.The air rushes past me, wild and intoxicating, and I can feel Killian’s focus sharpen.He maneuvers the car with fluid precision, my heart pounding, not just from the speed but from our proximity, the heat radiating off him like the fire ablaze inside of me.

“You ever consider that maybe you should trust me?”I ask earnestly, yelling to be heard over the hum of the engine.

He looks at me sideways, momentarily distracted while taking a tight corner.“Trust you?You’re like a fucking inferno, Cali—a goddamn wildfire, and I’m just trying not to get fucking burned.

I laugh, amused by the danger of it all.“And yet, here we are, racing through the dark, just the two of us.”

With each sharp turn and each calculated move, my heart thrums in sync with the car—and with him.The unspoken connection between us undeniably ignites; tonight, we’re not just playing a game—we’re buried deep in the thrill of possibilities, emotions bubbling to the surface as the final stretch approaches.

“Hold on,” he warns, slamming the pedal to the metal, and I lean into my seat, the world blurring around us as we near the finish line

For just a moment, I forget about the chaos behind us—about the girl in the tunnel, about the hidden challenges, the lines we’ve both crossed in this twisted game we play.All that matters is the speed, the rush, and the addicting presence of Killian beside me.

I reach over and carefully work on getting his belt loose and his pants open, licking my lips just knowing what awaits me beyond the denim.

“What do you think you’re doing, Little Psycho?”he asks, a twisted look of shock and seduction washing over his beautiful face as he grips the wheel and tries his hardest to focus on the road ahead.

“What does it look like?I’m going to deep throat you while you drive...Just don’t fucking kill us,” I laugh, leaning in to brush my lips across the side of his neck, making him shiver.

He shakes his head and leans back to get comfortable, all resistance going out the window with the tension slowly leaving the car.I lower my head, stroking his cock with a firm grip while cradling his balls in the palm of my other hand.He hisses, gritting his teeth while white-knuckle gripping the wheel like a lifeline.

“Keep your eyes on the fucking road and your hands on the wheel.Don’t fucking touch me,” I warn, finally opening my mouth and sucking his cock between my lips.

I roll them down his shaft slowly, sill cupping his balls.He grunts, his legs tensing, relishing the feeling of my warm mouth enveloping every inch of his cock.I keep rolling my lips down him until they’re pressed against the base of his cock, his tip tickling the back of my throat.I can feel the piercings in his shaft scraping the inside of my cheeks as I suck, hollowing them out for added pressure that makes him inhale a deep breath, slowly losing control.

I can practically hear his heartbeat in my ears, a thudding reminder of the danger we’re in, both on the road and within this sultry game we play.The thrill is liberating, the raw energy rushing through me as I bob my head, taking him deeper with each movement.

“Faster, Killian,” I mumble with his cock in my mouth, a wicked gleam in my eyes as I glance up at him.

He stares at me, a mix of aggression and submission playing across his face, caught between the ecstasy of my mouth and the chaos of the racetrack, teeth clenched and breathing heavily.He shifts slightly, trying to keep steady as he accelerates, the car launching forward like a bullet.The rush pushes me closer to the edge of my own pleasure, and with every thrust of his hips, I can feel the desire mounting, swirling around us like a tornado threatening to explode.

The other cars blur past us, and I hear Ash and Dom shouting and laughing in the background, nothing but a distant echo.I gently graze my teeth along the delicate skin of his shaft, just enough to tease him, making him suck in a quick intake of air.

“Fuck, just like that, don’t stop,” he gasps, his voice trembling, and I take it as my cue to dive deeper, swirling my tongue around his cock.

Suddenly, headlights from the other cars flash in my peripheral vision, pulling me back to reality.But I keep sucking, taking him further, slurping and messy, focusing on every reaction his body has as he navigates the curves of the road.

“Don’t make me pull over and finish this outside,” he warns, but the way his voice cracks hints at the excitement he’s feeling and the very real risk of our action heightening the stakes.

I hum with his cock in my mouth, making him tremble, my blue eyes sparkling with a challenge as I pick up my pace, swirling my tongue around in increasingly delicious patterns, coaxing him to the edge.

Relationships rules blurring even further, I lose myself to the indulgence of it all—the temptation, the thrill of desire and danger intertwining.He grunts again, the sound raw and animalistic, and it drives me on, urging me to keep sucking until his warm, bitter precum coats my tongue.My hair tumbles around us, the soft strands brushing against his thighs, giving him the slightest hint of added pleasure.

“God, you’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he laughs, his voice strained and full of raw hunger.

The wildness of the ride, combined with the heat of our moment, swells within the walls of the car, as if the world outside has vanished.I lean back slightly, taking a breath as I suck him back into my mouth one last time before popping off just to watch him writhe in the aftermath.

“Just admit it, Killian, you love the chaos I bring,” I say, my own heart racing from the uncharted territory we’re dancing in.

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