Page 30 of Psycho

“Doubt keeps trying to break into my happiness.” She whispered, revealing her vulnerability to me. “I’m afraid that you’ll change your mind.”

I pulled my hips back and my morning wood nestled against her wet opening, still coated with my come from both times last night, and I pushed my head into her. “Did you not tell me last night that once you took me, you’d never have another?”

“Yes.” She moaned when I pushed further into her. “But it’s not me I’m worried about.”

“I’m yours.” After pulling out, I slowly gave her all of me until her eyelids fluttered and she tightened her fingers in mine. “I give you my word, Olivia.”

“Show me.” She rocked underneath me.

“I’ve made promises to many people over the years. I’ve given my word, and I’ve earned my reputation by it. But I’ve never promisedmyselfto anyone. Never.” I thrust into her and watched as she smiled in pleasure from it. “You are mine, and I am yours.”

“Yes.” She tightened her ankles around my back and rolled her clit against my groin each time I bottomed out. My girl was so responsive to my touch, and I didn’t know if it was the hormones or if she was just that turned on, but I was feral for it. I loved watching her lose her mind for me. “Madd.” She moaned, “I’m so close.”

“I know, Storm.” While keeping my hips pressed down, I moved them back and forth until she clawed at my hands and opened her mouth in silent ecstasy. “I can feel you tightening around my cock, desperately trying to milk my come from it.”

“Please, baby. Please, I want you to come with me.”

I pulled out and slammed back in, drawing a delicious cry from her lips. It wasn’t like I had to work hard to come, two more pumps into her tight body and I was right there with her. “You want my come, do you?”

“Yes!” She cried, “Now, Madd. Please, now.”

“Take it.” I growled, pumping into her as her body tightened even more as she came on my cock. “Take every bit that I give to you, Storm.” When I was done pumping, I rolled until she laid sprawled out on my chest, still impaled on me and the little flutters her tightness gave with her aftershocks kept me hard and eager for another round.

She softly giggled after a few minutes and tipped her head up to look at me. “Does it ever get soft?”

Pushing her hair back from her face, I winked at her, “Not when it’s still buried deep inside of you. No chance.”

“Hmm.” She wiggled and then sat up, putting her hands flat on my pecks to straddle me before slowly lifting herself up and then lowering back down onto my cock. Unable to resist, I palmed both of her big breasts and played with her nipples while she slowly rode me. “A girl could get used to this.”

“A girl better. Because I’m obsessed with filling your pussy up with my cock and my come. And I don’t plan to stop anytime soon.”

“Good boy.” She winked and then quickened her pace, keeping her eyes locked on mine as she rode me like a pro. “That’s my good, fucking boy.”

“You avoided my question earlier, by the way.” Liv said, looking over the tops of her knees as she painted her fingernails on her couch. I sat at the kitchen table, working on my laptop, so I didn’t have to be away from her. I was obsessed, and I didn’t feel any shame or hesitation about it.

“Did I?” I looked back at my screen, trying to focus on the map of targets left and their most frequented whereabouts.

“You did.” She said, lifting her hand in the air and looking at her nails, “But that’s okay, you can answer it now.”

I grinned behind my hand and leaned back in my chair to give her my full attention. “You’ll have to remind me.”

She pursed her lips and then gently blew on her nails as she stared back at me. “Who’s brain matter were you wearing?”

“Ah,” I nodded, remembering that question right before she rode me like a bronc in a rodeo. “It was a paid hit, unrelated to the Velvet Cage.”

“But you won’t tell me who?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because I want to know everything there is to know about you.” Raising one brow at me, “Including what you do when you go full Psycho, and come home wearing brains.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her, but the seriousness in her demeanor made me pause. “You really want to know?”

Shrugging her shoulders, she put her nail polish down and slid her feet to the floor. “I want to know you, Maddox.” I watched as she slid her dry hand over her lower stomach and silently waited for me to go on.

“Her name was Carleen.” I answered and, as expected, her eyes widened with the information. “She was part of the Cartel decades ago.”

“And were you paid to kill her?” she asked calmly.

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