Page 29 of Psycho

“Please, Maddox. Please.”

“Try again, Storm.” He growled, pinching my nipple as I came spontaneously, coating his cock with my cream and finally opening my eyes enough to see him clearly as I crashed over the other side of it. “I don’t want your pretty trivial words; I want the ones that prove to me you know exactly who you’re about to be fucked by. Prove to me you understand who I really am.” He looked wild with his hair blown in different directions and grime on his skin, and it all kind of clicked. My perfect fucking psycho.

“Fuck me, Psycho.” I purred. “Push that big thick cock deep into my pussy and claim it. We both know once you’re there, I’ll never take another one again. You’ll ruin me for anyone else.”

“That’s fucking right,” He hissed, pulling one leg over in front of him so I was lying on one hip with my shoulders still flat on the bed. “My girl.”

“Mmh,” I closed my eyes and tipped my head back as he pushed the head of his cock through my pussy lips and into me. He only gave me the head as he held my knee back before pulling out and then doing it again. “Fuck, you’re so thick.”

“Open your eyes, Storm.” He demanded, and I looked up at him again as he leaned forward and kissed me. “Look at me as I claim you.”

“Is that blood?” I finally saw that the grime on his skin wasn’t dirt, but dried crimson stains splattered across his neck and chest like he’d used a chainsaw on a body or something.

“Things got a little out of hand.”

“You let your psycho free, didn’t you?” I asked as he pushed halfway inside of me, making me moan for him.

“For you.” He growled, pulling out and then slowly, inch by inch, fed me his entire cock as he stared at me through the dim lighting. “I let him free there, so I’d be gentle with you.”

“I don’t want your softness, Madd. I want your true self.” As I shifted my hips and arched my back, I opened myself up to him for the next thrust, resulting in a shared moan when he reached the deepest point. “Just like this.” I dragged my nails down his chest, over the splatters as he leaned down to suck on my nipple. “That’s it, baby.” I cried as he reached between my thighs and pinched my clit.

“Come on my cock, Storm. Milk me. Take my come and feel my claim on this tight fucking cunt.”

I rolled my hips, riding his cock from beneath as he fucked me in long, painstakingly perfect thrusts while he sucked on my breasts and rolled my clit. He was working my body over in a way that no one ever had, giving me everything I could dream of and making me come yet again.

“Fill me up.” I cried, digging my nails into his pecks as I came. I felt the skin break under them as I pierced his flesh and he roared, slamming deep over and over again. WatchingMaddox Renner come, feeling him fill my body with his claim and hearing the words of affirmation he gave me at the height of his pleasure, was hands down the most humbling thing I’d ever experienced before. “That’s it. Show me how psycho you really are.” I purred for him, smoothing my hands down his chest as he hung his head, slowing his thrusts but still giving me every inch of his cock from root to tip as we both came off the high.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled out, and I thought he’d fall down in bed beside me, but instead he pulled my legs apart and opened me to his hungry eyes. Even in the dim light, I could see where he was looking as he stared down at my entrance. My entire body tingled with the intensity of what had just passed between us in the darkness and as his black eyes slowly slid up to mine, he growled one word that encompassed everything that happened.

“Mine.”

Chapter 13 – Maddox

Ilay on my side, watching Liv sleep with her naked body snuggled in against mine. When I got home last night, my plan to shower off the evidence of my job gone awry with Dane before going to her fell flat. My pretty perfect little Storm was already waiting for me.

I took her twice over night, once when I first got home, still covered in dried brain matter and blood. And then again after a quick shower, when she wrapped her sexy curvy body around mine, as I crawled back into bed.

Just like she was right now, breathing her soft little pants against my chest.

I thought she was asleep, but without even signaling that she was awake, she parted her lips and spoke. “So, who’s brain was on your skin when you fucked me last night?”

I snorted at the absurdity of her question and tightened my arms around her waist as she snuggled deeper. “Good morning, Storm.”

“Morning, Psycho.”

I pinched her ass, and she wiggled and finally opened up those striking green eyes and looked up at me. “My psycho should scare you. Which means you shouldn’t toy with it.”

She shrugged and ran her hand over my chest, gently dragging her nails down over my chest hair. “It kind of makes me wet, actually.” She chuckled, and I grunted before she moved on. “Do you want me to be afraid of you?”

“No.” I replied instantly, “But I think you’re the only person in the world that isn’t.”

“Will you ever hurt me?” She stared up at me, and I ran my thumb over the plump swell of her cheek.

“I’d die before I ever did anything to hurt you, Storm.” Running my thumb down over her bottom lip, “And I’d rip anyone to shreds that tried before they even got near you.”

“And this baby?” She whispered, “Will you love and protect it as if it was yours?”

I rolled us over, so I was on top of her, resting my weight on my elbow even as she wrapped her legs around my waist and hooked her ankles together, pulling me in further. “Itismine.” I took both of her hands and pinned them next to her head, threading my fingers through hers. “You are mine.”

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