Page 62 of Psycho

“But.” He crossed his arms over his massive chest, and my mouth watered as his muscles bulged from the motion.

“But I miss P and want to spend the day with her.”

“You have an OB appointment today, you can’t.”

“I can.” I fired back, having already thought it through. “She’s been begging to go with me to one so she’s going to come overand pick me up, we’ll go to my appointment and then grab lunch and come back.” He didn’t look convinced, so I tried to sweeten him up a little, “It will give you a few hours to go do whatever dark and dangerous boy stuff you’ve been neglecting so you can keep my eyes closed in ecstasy.” I joked as I slid my hands over his enormous arms, up to his shoulders. “A few hours, max.”

“I don’t know—” His eyes squinted slightly, “I haven’t missed an appointment yet.”

“I know. But it’s my last one before I start going every week and Peyton will absolutely gush for a chance to see the baby in real time on the ultrasound.”

“My baby.” He countered like a Tarzan replica.

“It will still be your baby, even if you don’t go to the appointment for once.” Still, he looked unmoved by the idea, so I went for the kill shot. Sliding my hands down his arms and to his abs, I teasingly dragged my nails over the ridged muscles until they found their way into the waistband of his shorts. His nostrils flared, but he didn’t move a single muscle as I slowly pushed them down his legs. “You know you want to let me do it.”

“What are we talking about at the moment?” He asked as I cupped his thickening cock, slowly stroking it as it hardened for me in my hand.

“Let me go out for a few hours, and I’ll give you what you want most.” Slowly sinking to my knees in the middle of the plush area rug as gracefully as possible until I was face first with his massive prize.

“I’m still wondering whatexactlyyou’re offering.” He dropped his arms and instantly threaded his fingers into my hair as I laid wet kisses up the length of him. I didn’t suck the man’s dick, nearly as much as he deserved.

“How does a blow job sound for right now?” I laid the flat of my tongue against the base and licked my way up to the head,twirling around. “And tonight, when it’s just the two of us again, we can open that envelope you stare at every single day.”

Baiting him with the gender of our baby was probably cruel and over the top, but I really wanted an afternoon out so I could wash off some of the guilt I had from keeping him hostage.

“Storm.” He growled, tightening his fingers in my hair. “Don’t offer something you won’t follow through with.”

He wasn’t talking about the blowy, considering I was actively sucking the head of his cock and tasting his pre-cum. And he was right, because I had been dragging my feet with the gender reveal out of fear.

But he desperately wanted to know what we were having, and I was out of excuses to wait.

“I promise.” I looked up at him from under my lashes as I hollowed out my cheeks and took him deep. “Now be a good boy and fuck my throat like the big scary psycho we both know you are. And stop trying to hide it from me so you can go to work for a few hours.”

“Fucking hell.” He growled but thrust his hips forward, pushing himself down my throat as his hands went to the back of my head, holding me still.

There he was.

My beautifully dark and depraved psycho, who tried to pretend he was a good boy on the inside. The problem was, I only thought he was a good boy when he showed me the dangerous side of his nature.

So, I dug my nails into his bare thighs and stuck my tongue out flat as he pushed back in, forcing me to take him how he wanted.

“That’s it, Storm.” He growled, staring down at me darkly as he came unglued, “Beg me with your mouth, baby.”

I hummed, I gagged, and I sucked him like a prize-winning whore in a brothel. I even did that tricky little reach around thinghe hated to love where I massaged that spot behind his balls as he orgasmed, intensifying it while he choked me with come.

And when he finally pulled free of my mouth and stood over me, gasping for breath as his muscles flexed and pulled from the exertion, I licked my lips and moaned from the flavor of his pleasure on my tongue.

Sucking him off was no hardship at all, but I would not let him know that because it was my secret weapon against him.

A girl had to keep some secrets to herself, after all.

“Tell me again how you managed lunch and shopping alone with me?” Peyton asked as we walked back to her car after overindulging ourselves on pizza and salads following a trip to the toy store for some secret items I picked up for Maddox.

Toys that would restrain a big guy like him so I could play without him taking over and taking control.

“Let’s just say he’s very persuadable when I’m on my knees.” I grinned, walking around her car and getting in as she cackled.

“Well, how very selfless of you to sacrifice your morals and comforts in life so we could spend the day together.” She joked before sobering up a bit. “I can’t believe that soon there’s going to be a little one attached to your hip twenty-four seven.”

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