Page 50 of Reign of Psychos

“That’s it,” I crooned, pulling back for a moment. “You suck my cock so well, baby girl.”

She moaned and pressed a hand between her thighs while squeezing my dick with the other.

“Does my girl need to come?”

Her tongue swirled around my crown, licking me like an ice cream. Fuck, I was so close now. I tensed as she looked up at me, her pupils blown and her cheeks flushed with arousal.

“Words, Thea,” I growled when she didn’t reply.

Her mouth released my cock with a wet plop. A string of pre-cum glistened between us for a moment before she swiped it away and swallowed. My heart almost burst out of my chest as a cramp of pleasure hit me hard. Dammit, I was ready to blow like a teenager. Me, who always stayed in control. No matter what.

Thea was my kryptonite. The one person who had the power to unravel me. Tear me apart and put me back together. Make me into a new man. A stronger man.

Her lips quirked up. “Yes, I want to come.”

I forced my own needs down and yanked her to her feet. She yelped as I grabbed the edge of her panties and pulled them off, tearing the delicate fabric like it was tissue.

“Dammit, Cassian, those were expensive!”

“I’ll buy you a hundred more pairs. Now sit on that chair over there and spread your legs, sweetheart.” When she didn’t move quickly enough, I picked her up and moved her to where I needed her.

What was I about to do would ruin the plush velvet upholstery, but I gave no fucks. The store had my credit card on file. They could charge me later. Right now, the only thing I cared about was giving my girl the orgasm she deserved.

Her thighs gleamed with arousal, her pussy pink and swollen. Ready for my cock. But first, I wanted her to come on my tongue. I needed to taste her sweetness. Gorge on her.

She cried out when I licked her before plunging my tongue deep inside.

“Fuck, please…” she moaned, almost incoherent in her desire for release. Within a minute she was coming hard, her thighs trembling as the pleasure rippled through her. Before she’d stopped convulsing, I lifted her, notched my cock at her entrance, and slid inside.

She was so hot and tight. Like a velvet glove, squeezing me as the aftershocks faded.

“I’m too heavy for you,” she complained, her arms around my neck.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I scoffed, but took a seat on the now ruined chair anyway, so she had more control over our movements.

Her eyes were hazy with lust as she stared down at me. “Thank you.”

I wasn’t sure whether she was thanking me for the orgasm or something else, but it didn’t matter. Time was running out. The personal shopper had been kind enough to give us space, but she wouldn’t leave us in peace forever.

“Fuck me. Take what you need, baby girl.” I gripped her hips and thrust up from below, encouraging her to move. She arched her back and began to ride me hard. I bit my lip, desperate to prolong the pleasure of her tight little pussy squeezing me, but I was close. So damn close.

All too quickly, I fell over the edge, coming so hard I almost saw stars. Thea cried out softly before clenching around me, shattering into a million pieces.

“We’ll take the dress, those shoes, and the matching lingerie you so thoughtfully picked out for my girl,” I told Louise, before dropping my card on the counter.

Thea’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw the total cost of our shopping trip. Naturally, I’d added on a hefty tip to cover the cost of cleaning the chair we’d ruined.

“The dress is too expensive,” she hissed as Louise stepped away to find a garment bag for the gown.

“This is pocket-change for me, sweetheart.”

“Arrogant, entitled asshole,” she muttered.

My girl gazed at the opulent architecture of the Royal Opera house with wide eyes. I’d been here many times and was immune but seeing it again through her eyes reminded me how lucky I was.

Growing up in the lap of luxury had left me jaded. If I wanted something, I bought it. No matter the price tag. My home life had always been dysfunctional as fuck, but I’d never wanted for material things.

None of us had, apart from Thea. Even Dario had enjoyed the trappings of his father’s ill-gotten gains. Thea liked to pull a mask on when in public, but I’d noticed how excited she got when we visited places she’d not seen before.

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