Page 27 of Psycho

“Mmh-hmm.” She hummed, chewing on her bottom lip. “It’s only fair, you’ve gotten me naked a couple of times now. Yet you’ve always stayed hidden from me.”

“What part of me do you want to see most?” I challenged.

But it didn’t take much prodding because my little Storm was needy. “Your dick.” She licked her lips seductively. “I can feel it, but I want to see it.”

“Your wish is my command.” I stood with her in my arms and laid her back on the couch as I stood between her knees. Her eyes were locked on mine as I undid my belt and then my jeans, but as I pulled my zipper down her stormy green eyes finally fell to my waist and I watched them as I pushed my jeans and briefs down, giving her what she wanted.

“Holy mother of anacondas.” She whispered and seductively looked up at me from under her lashes. “Can I touch it?”

I gritted my teeth, trying desperately to keep my cool, knowing she was going to end up taking my cock soon for the first time, so I was willing to let her play for a bit.

But just for a bit, because I was a hair trigger away from folding her knees back to her shoulders and slamming in deep.

The doctor reassured us that sex was safe for her and the baby both right up until labor, and I’d be making sure to follow the doctor’s word to a T.

“If you want to.”

“Oh god, do I want to. I want to do far more than just touch it. But we can start there.” She put her palms flat on my thighs, right above my knees and slowly moved them upward and in toward my hard dick where it hung for her, dripping with need. The second her cool fingers slid around the base to lift the weightof it up, I growled. She grinned seductively, “Do you like my hands on your cock, Psycho?”

I ached to show her just how much of a psycho I could be for her. Anyone else would have lost their teeth for calling me that, but her, God, it made my cock weep for her more. She liked my insanity, just as much as I liked hers.

“I think I’d like your pretty red lips on it more.”

She twisted her hands, fisting my cock up the length as she stared at me. “Like this?” She tentatively ran her tongue up the underside of the head, collecting my pre-cum and then rubbing it against her lush lips like a colored stain she couldn’t wait to wear.

“Just like that, Storm, play with it nice and slow, baby.”

She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the thickness of me, while twirling her tongue across the underside. And the whole fucking time, her eyes were on me. Locked on me. Focused on me.

“Do you like my lips on your cock, Psycho?” She repeated in challenge before running her tongue up the length of me. “Does it feel as good as you’d hoped?”

“Mmh, better.” I moaned, sliding my hand through her hair and bunching it behind her head so I could see her better as she started taking me as deep as she could. She’d have to dislocate her jaw to deep throat me, but damn, she was making my toes curl just how she was. “Fuck, Storm.” I growled when she dropped her lips to the base of my cock and then twirled her tongue around my heavy sack.

“I want to ride your cock.” She purred, using her hand to cup my balls and massage them. “I want to slowly take you deep while you play with my tits and touch my skin with your big, rough hands. I want to feel so fucking full with you inside of me. Ineedto ride your cock, now.”

“Then be a good girl and come on my face again, because my cock’s going to rip you apart if you’re not dripping for me first.”

“Mmh,” she leaned back, stared up at me, and opened her mouth to say something, but before she could speak, the front door banged open into the wall, interrupting her.

I whipped my head to the door, ready to throw Liv’s body down behind the couch and fight the intruder, when a familiar face came into view instead.

“Oops,” Peyton chuckled theatrically, looking over a pile of takeout boxes as she finally saw us in the living room. And then she screamed, and covered her face with her hands, completely forgetting about the tower of boxes as they fell onto the ground, spilling food everywhere.

I grabbed my pants and started pulling them up as Dane ran into the apartment, following Peyton’s scream, “What’s wrong?” He yelled and then froze when he saw me tucking myself away as Olivia buried herself behind a blanket in horror. “Oh.”

“Out!” I barked, nodding to the door behind them, and Dane raised his brow at me comically. “Now!”

“No fun.” Dane joked, grabbing Peyton, who still had her hands over her face and pulling her from the apartment. “We’ll be across the hall.”

When the door shut behind them, Liv peeked out of her blanket burrito with wide eyes. “My sister just saw me sucking your dick.”

I snorted, picking my shirt up off the floor and putting it back on. “She saw you stroking my dick, not sucking it.”

She scoffed, “You have to make them leave. I can never face her again.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled her up by her shoulders, sliding my hands under the blankets. “You have to. Because you have to tell them to go, so I can get back to making good on seeing to all of your needs.” I grinned when she moaned and leaned into me.The scents from the spilled food were apparently too much to resist because her stomach growled between us and I chuckled. “Hmm, it may have to wait until after we reorder all that food and gorge, though.”

“Promise me we’ll get back to it, though?” She looked up hopefully at me.

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