Page 40 of Psycho

I used both hands on her hips to rock her back and forth, impaling her with my thick cock in a slow and almost torturous pace that drove us both wild but was gentle enough for her at the odd angle. After a while, she was panting and clawing at me for more, which was why I chose that moment to stop. She gasped when I held her still, with my cock filling her up but holding off her orgasm like a bastard. “Maddox.” She hissed.

I kissed her neck and then bit it before whispering in her ear, “Make me a promise, and I’ll let you come with me to Hartington tomorrow and work on a few things.”

“Anything.” She panted, palming her bare breast that I wasn’t holding in my other hand. “I just want to help, baby.”

I gently strummed my finger over her swollen clit under the water, and she mewled and tightened around my cock. “Promise me you’ll tell Peyton tomorrow while we’re there, and I’ll let you come.”

“Maddox,” She whined, hating the condition I put on her pleasure. “Fine.”

“Good girl.” I bit her neck and thrust up into her as I rolled her clit around just how she liked. “You’re my perfect, beautiful girl, Storm.”

“God!” She arched, gripping the edge of the tub as she shot off with a massive orgasm that had her body tightening around my cock so much, I saw stars and could not hold off my release. “You’re so evil.” She gasped and relaxed back into my body as I slowly kept thrusting into her spasming pussy.

“No.” I kissed her shoulder over the mark I left with my teeth, “I’m perfect for you and you know it.”

“Hmm.” She hummed, laying peacefully in my arms until the water cooled. “I have to get out and moisturize.” She sighed and sat up begrudgingly. “Or my zebra stripes will get worse.”

I ran my hands over her stomach and the faint lines that were there long before she got pregnant that she hated. She was obsessed with moisturizing her skin to avoid more marks on her skin from this chapter of life.

Helping her from the tub, I wrapped her up in a pre-warmed towel thanks to the new heater I installed for her after we started taking these daily dips. If someone had asked me last winter if I’d be taking daily bubble baths, and installing fancy things that made my pregnant girlfriend smile and swoon happily simply because it made something in my chest vibrate and tingle like it was alive, I would have beat the question off their face before they were done asking it.

Yet it was my life. And I fucking loved it.

“Tell me something about your past.” She said as she sat down on the end of the bed while I grabbed her lotion from the top of her dresser.

I sank to my knees in front of her and pulled her towel open, revealing her lush body to my gaze. “It’s not as exciting as you probably imagine it to be.” I pumped the lotion into my palm and then rubbed them together, warming it as best as I could before I touched her.

“Tell me anyway.” She watched me as I started rubbing the lotion over her round belly. “I need to know who you are outside of these walls and how you got to be him.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to be my baby’s father.” She replied firmly, “And I think I should know something about you besides your name, and that you’re hands down the most devoted man I’ve ever met. Even if you delivered fingers to me once.”

“Hmm.” I pursed my lips and rubbed my hands around her sides to her back and then up to her shoulders as I tried to figure out what to tell her. True, I had dived deep into her personal life via Dane’s hacking skills, but she knew little about me. Maybe she was right that with the baby coming, there were things she should inherently know about me. “Well, I’m thirty-four.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes but mimed locking her lips shut when I glared at her.

I got more lotion on my hands and started rubbing it over her thighs as I went on. “Would you prefer it if I told you I was eleven the first time I killed someone?” I asked, and her lips parted in surprise. “Or that I was fifteen when I lost my virginity to a woman almost three times as old as me?” Her eyebrows dropped, and I could feel the outrage shining through her eyes at me, but she stayed silent. “Or that I’ve never been in love, or even understood it, until now?” A barely audible sigh escapedher lips as her shoulder relaxed happily, but I went on. “I didn’t have some incredibly tragic upbringing at first, but it wasn’t great. When I was eleven, I made a choice to take care of myself and pave my way through life, how I wanted to, and it cost me a lot over the years. But I’m here today,” I slowed my hands, cupping them over the back of her hips as I leaned up on my knees to be eye level with her. “And I have you, and it all seems worth it now.”

“Well shit,” She sighed, “My journey to you feels far less philosophical now.” A teasing smile danced on her lips.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” I smirked, and she ran her hands over my cheeks, pulling my face flush to hers.

She whispered, “I’m falling in love with you, Maddox.”

“Good, because I’m already head over heels in love with you.” I replied without hesitation. “And it would have been a little embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same.”

She snorted and kissed me, “You know I may have given into your seduction earlier if you were a little more romantic.”

I leaned forward, forcing her backward until I leaned between her naked thighs. “Oh yeah? Like something corny from your movies?”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try sometime.” She challenged against my lips.

“Hmm,” I hummed, running my towel covered hard cock against her bare center, open and exposed for me. “So the next time I take body parts from someone in your honor, I should deliver them with a romantic note attached?”

She tipped her head back and laughed as I kissed my way down her neck. “Oh yeah, something like that.”

I sucked on the skin of her throat and grinned, “Something likeRoses are red, violets are blue, I took these off him, because I like you?”

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