Page 20 of Psycho

Damnit, I was throbbing hard again, in no time at all.

“Mmh,” She curled into the blankets, pulling them up to her chin again, thankfully hiding her sinful body and my now very hard cock as I turned on my side to face her. If I stayed on my back, the blankets would tent from how hard I was. “This blanket is the same as the one you bought me, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” I replied and cleared my throat as it came out like a puberty-stricken boy, and she giggled lightly. “It is.”

I clicked off the lamp next to the bed and suddenly we were in complete darkness, aside from the occasional strikes of lightning outside.

Silence hung in the air between us until my eyes adjusted to see her face clearly and then she spoke up. “Thank you for letting me crash your night.”

Our faces were only a few inches apart, and I boldly reached forward, finding her bare knee under the blankets, curled up toward her chest and ran my fingers over it reassuringly. “I’m kind of getting addicted to your presence, I think.”

Her eyes rounded slightly and then she bit her lip, “Same.” She whispered. “It seems weird when you’re gone.”

“You’re safe here, Storm. You don’t need to be afraid when I’m gone.”

“I didn’t say I was afraid.” She clarified, swallowing quickly and then gently laid her hand on top of mine where I left it on her leg. “Lonely is more accurate. I think I have Stockholm Syndrome.”

My heart was racing a million miles a minute from just the touch of her hand on mine, and I tried not to ruin it by doing something stupid. Like blowing all over her knee with my aching dick. That would be epically stupid.

“And when I’m not gone?” I probed further, “What are you then?”

“Scared.” She uttered and went on, “Scared that I’m fabricating something inside of my head between us because of your friendliness toward me.”

Suppressing the desire to grip her upper knee tightly, I felt an instant surge of arousal from her words. “I’m not friendly, Storm.” I acknowledged and then ran my thumb back and forth over the soft flesh of her inner knee, enjoying the way her eyelids fluttered briefly before she stared back at me through the dark.

Liv argued, “You’re nice to me. You’re kind and attentive and gentle with me, like no one I’ve ever met before.”

“You make it sound like a bad thing.”

“It is.” She nuzzled her face closer only a fraction of an inch, but my eyes fell directly to her lips. “Maybe if you were rougher and crass, I’d know if you wanted me. But when you’re just nice and gentle, I’m afraid all of my hormones are fooling me.”

“You’re pregnant, Storm.” My hand slid up to her thigh. “Ihaveto be gentle with you.”

“I’m not breakable, Maddox. Even to a man as big as you are.” She closed her eyes. “But I guess that’s the answer I needed to hear after all.”

“What is?” I probed, knowing exactly where she was going.

“You don’t want me, because I’m pregnant with someone else’s kid. I get it, it’s fine.” Her cheeks were red, and even in the darkness, I could feel her embarrassment. But she was wrong.

So. Fucking. Wrong.

I pushed my hand further up her thigh and then pushed them apart as I rolled us until she was on her back, looking up at mewith her legs spread and me leaning over her. “I’m gentle with you because you’re pregnant, Storm. I’m kind to you because I actually like you. But don’t think that doesn’t mean I haven’t wanted to throw you down and spread your thighs just like this and rut into your body every single second since I first had you here in my bed.” I dragged my hand down to her hip and brushed my thumb over the smooth mound above her pussy. “But I’m a man who knows nothing about pregnancy and what is safe. Therefore, I haven’t made my wants known.”

“You want me?” She whispered, digging her sharp fingernails into my forearm as I leaned over her.

“Fucking hell Storm, yes, I want you.”

She closed her eyes, and her chest rose and fell with large breaths, straining the confines of her shirt against her massive tits. “I thought I was crazy.” She whimpered. “I’m crazy with need, Maddox.”

“Tell me what you need, Storm. I told you to tell me and I’ll see to it, but you need to use your words.”

“I need you.” She panted, “Fuck, I need you to touch me or something.” Her panic was rising as she kicked at the blankets over her. “I feel like I’m going to combust if I don’t come while you touch me. Or watch at least.”

I grinned and crawled over her leg so I was hovering over her between her thighs and as she kicked the blankets the rest of the way off, I could smell her arousal. “This is safe. For the baby?”

“Yes!” She cried, “It’s safe!”

I leaned down, keeping my body from touching hers at all as I hovered over her lips, “Tell me to kiss you.”

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