Page 59 of Psycho

“You know I do.” She repeated, “But you won’t give me what I really want.”

“My come?” I questioned, pushing the blanket up higher, revealing the sweet little cotton panties she wore under one of my shirts and nothing else. It wasn’t as if she had much use for clothes as many times as I’d taken them off her the last few days. “Is that what you want? You want me to come deep inside of you, fill you up and brand your body from the inside?”

“Fuck.” She tipped her head back again like she was fighting for control. “Yes, you fucking psychopath, that’s what I want.”

“Mmh,” I pulled the blanket apart and hooked my fingers under the band of her panties, “Do you trust me yet?” She opened her mouth, no doubt calling me another sarcastic name, but I cut her off. “Don’t lie to me, Storm. We both know I can tell.”

She screeched in annoyance, giving me the answer she hated to admit. No, she didn’t fully trust me yet.

I moved on with my original plan. “Fine.”

“Maddox.” Her pouty lips puckered as I gently pulled her hips to the edge of the chair before pushing her shoulders back into the cushion. “What’s your plan here, Psycho?”

“Tsk, tsk.” I chided, slipping my fingers under the hem of her panties again and ripping them to pieces before pushing her legs wide, revealing to me what I already knew I’d find. “A serial killer never tells his victims his plan before he does it.”

As I hooked her legs over the arm of the chair, keeping them open, her tight little hole clenched and released more wetness.

“That’s a lie.” She rocked forward as I watched, enticing me as best she could without openly begging me. “A lot of serial killers hold their victim’s hostage to play with their minds before they kill them. They even sometimes eat parts of them before they’re dead.”

I paused, raising my eyebrow at her in challenge, “Why did my dick just get harder?”

She licked her lips and opened her blanket, revealing her upper body to me as she shimmied out of my shirt. “Because you’re insane, and me talking about insane things makes you feel right at home.”

“Hmm.” I hummed, reaching up to palm her massive breasts and pinch both of her nipples. She was so incredibly responsive to nipple play she melted from the simple touches before I even really got down to business.

“Would you ever kill a person?” I questioned, lowering one hand and running my fingertips through her wetness as I kept playing with one nipple. “Would you tie them up and do depraved things to them if you felt they deserved it?”

“Yes.” She moaned without hesitation. “Fuck yes.”

“Yes, to killing someone, or yes to the sexual pleasure?” I pushed two fingers into her waiting hole, and she moaned louder, pushing against my hand.

“Both, baby.” She hummed, “Depending on who it was and what they did, I’d let you fuck me while I did it and get both highs in one.”

I scissored my fingers as a mischievous grin played across her lips. I wasn’t sure how much of her words were the truth and how much of them were just bravado from the height of her sexual pleasure, but it didn’t matter.

Someday, I would fuck her overtop of someone taking their last breath. It was just a matter of time, really. But until then, she’d have to settle for my current plans.

So, turning the topic to something I was more interested in, I pulled my wet fingers from her pussy and pushed them against her asshole. I didn’t give her time to consent or prepare, instead, I just gave her my entire finger, deep into her ass as I toyed with her nipple.

“Fuck!” She screeched but rocked against my hand. I knew what she wanted, clit stimulation. But I wanted to drive her mad before I gave her the release she sought. “Again.”

Leaving her hard nipple, I pulled a bottle of tingling lube from my pocket and squirted it directly onto her pussy, starting on her clit and pouring until it dripped down over her lips and down to my finger buried deep in her ass.

The lube would ruin the chair, but I didn’t care. By the time I was done with her tonight, the carpet would be trash too.

And I’d happily buy her new ones, knowing that they were destroyed by her inability to tell me no.

“You want me to fuck your ass?” I questioned, as I withdrew my finger and pushed it back in, letting the lube soften the sensation.

“Yes.” She nodded with a dreamy look in her eyes, “I think it’s time, don’t you?”

“I do.” Agreeing, I pushed another finger into her ass, giving them a twirl and then withdrew them. Her wet little pussy clenched again. “But I think this cunt needs to be filled too, don’t you?”

She moaned in wonder as I reached back into my pocket and pulled out a toy I ordered just for this occasion.

After how well she took to the suction toy, the last time we played with it, I got her another one, but this time it was a wearable kind that wouldn’t get in the way as she wore it when I fucked her ass.

Or her pussy.

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