Page 37 of Psycho

He said nothing else but climbed up on the table, glaring at me as he tucked his even harder cock down so he could lie flat and then dutifully, and a bit begrudgingly, laid his face down in the rest and waited.

I quickly covered up his lower half, moving to get the rest of my supplies before stripping out of my dress, leaving me in only the thigh-high girlie socks. When I returned to his side, I clicked the playlist on my phone, bathing the room in soft spa music that had a tempo to it that just made my blood flow a little faster to certain parts of my body.

“Thank you for playing along with me, Psycho.” I tutted, coating my hands in the pre-warmed lotion, and lowered them to the center of his back.

He grunted in response but said nothing else as I started sliding my hands up and down the length of his back, turning my knuckles over into his muscles, drawing other noises from his lips that sounded a bit like he was enjoying it.

Smiling to myself, I kept working his body over, no longer paying attention to how my body was warming with each stroke of my hands over his body but focused on his pleasure only. Even if I wanted to climb on top of him and ride him like a bull already, I’d wait until he got a full massage out of the process.

I worked my way over each of his shoulders, enjoying the way his noises were slurring together in what I hoped was still bliss. I didn’t realize I craved the feel of his body until the lotion covered me to the elbows and arousal soaked me between my thighs—it was an aphrodisiac. God, I knew the man was built and sturdy, but having free rein to touch him was something else.

He was always the one touching me, pleasuring me, seeing to my needs and the switch in roles was empowering.

After seeing to his arms and his neck, I turned and gently pulled the blanket down and off the end of the bed. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel the tension building between us as I stood next to the table and started slowly rubbing my hands up and down the length of his massive thighs.

Every single inch of the man was dominant and manly. And his thighs were no exception to the rule as I pushed my knuckles through the grooves of his muscles, pulling my first official moan from his lips since I started my endeavor.

In the darkness, I grinned triumphantly and repeated the motion, feeling the tension in his muscles give way under my touch as I massaged from the base of his tight ass to the bend behind his knee, working him into putty one leg at a time.

On the next upward glide of my hands, I rubbed the inside of his thigh right below his sack that was slightly visible and he moaned again, tightening his hands into fists where they lay at his side.

He was fighting the urge to touch me, I could tell, and after a few more strokes, getting closer and closer to his groin, he gave in, cupping the back of my thigh in his large hand and squeezing. “Storm.” My name sounded like a plea and a demand, all wrapped into one.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I hummed, sliding my slick hands between his thighs and brushing against his taint.

“Be careful, woman.” He hissed in an unrecognizable voice as his hand tightened around my thigh.

“Are you enjoying it?” I brushed up against it again, but this time I didn’t immediately remove my fingers, instead I gently circled them and his hips flexed and he squeezed every muscle in his body. “Madd.”

“Yes!” He snapped, “But stop.” I pulled my hand from his body and he rolled over onto his back in a huff, revealing his rock-hard cock standing to attention with an angry purple head. His black eyes found mine and in the dim candlelight they reminded me of scenes from that witch show with three sisters I watched as a kid when men turned into their demon form. “If you touch me there again, I’m going to come.” He put one arm behind his head and with the other, he wrapped his enormous fist around his hard shaft and stroked it. “And you promised me I could come down your pretty little throat.”

I purred in excitement as his eyes fell to my breasts as he stroked his cock and I eagerly wrapped my hands around this thickness, taking over for him. “You’re so right, Sir, I’m sorry.”

As I bent over to lick the tip of his cock, his hand instantly nestled between my thighs and his fingers found my wetness with little effort, sliding up into my body, making us both moan with pleasure. “You wanted to suck my cock, Storm. Then fucking suck it.”

I moaned at the way his dominant words hit their mark with my kinky side and took as much of him as I could into my mouth and hummed around him, sucking it like a pro. His stomach tensed as he curled up to watch me swallowing his cock as he played with my clit.

“Like this, baby?” I ran my wet lips over the crown of his cock in a seductive but light fashion and then smiled sinisterly, “Or like this, Psycho?” Dragging my teeth over the bulbous head as I cupped his balls, massaging that spot beneath them that made him wild before. I wanted his unfiltered fierceness.

I wantedmyPsycho.

“Just like that.” He thrust his fingers into my body again and then dragged them up through my crack to my ass and circled it before putting pressure against my back entrance. “Are you enjoying this?” He mocked me, repeating my words from earlier,but instead of hiding from the pleasure he was giving me like it could somehow embarrass me, I embraced it.

“Fuck yes,” I arched my back and pushed my ass into his hand, giving him better access and he took it, pushing one finger into my ass. “I want to feel you everywhere.”

“You’re going to feel me blow, baby,” He rasped as his body tightened up underneath me. “I’m coming.”

I pushed my mouth down onto him and felt him erupt as he roared his manly cry of ecstasy while he came. The entire time he came, he played with me, giving pleasure as he took it like the true Dom that he was. Never were my needs not met and as I pulled off his cock, gasping for breath, I reached with my own orgasm, coating his fingers with wetness and digging my nails into his thighs while I rode the high.

My knees felt weak from the power and the crash of pleasure as I laid my forehead on his thigh but before I could give into my desire to let my body fall to the ground, he swung his legs off the table and lifted me into his arms.

No one had ever carried me before, not even before I started growing a watermelon in my stomach, but Maddox did it with ease and I felt so feminine in his arms like I wasn’t a plus size woman.

“Troublemaker.” He whispered against my temple as I snuggled into his chest further. He knelt on the bed and laid me down in the center of it and before he could pull away, I wrapped my arms around his neck to make sure he came with me, making him chuckle. “Afraid I’m going to leave?”

“Just making sure you don’t.” I grinned up at him as he pushed my thighs apart and laid between them.

“I’m not going anywhere, Storm. Ever.” Maddox stared down at me before lowering his lips to mine. The softness and sensuality behind the kiss felt off given the indecent things we had just done, but I melted into it, letting his passion groundme. When we finally parted, he rested his forehead against mine and grinned, lightening the mood. “What exactly are these?” Running his hand over my thigh high socks, he played with the lace hem against my inner thigh.

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