Page 106 of Psycho

She screamed, arching her back and bringing herself more into my touch.

“Micah!”

I went faster until a sloshing noise came out from her arousal, and I could see the wetness dripping down her legs.

“Fuck, but look at how sexy you are. Look at this.”

I pulled back and smacked her greedy little cunt once more, and that was all it took.

She lost it on a sob, her hand reaching back for me and clinging onto me as she rode out the orgasm.

I turned her around and wrapped my arms tightly around her, holding onto her closely, taking in the solid feel of her.

I was sure she could probably feel the heavy thud of my heartbeat banging in my chest.

There was nothing I could do to control the feeling that took over, or even my own body’s reaction to her.

Fuck, how could I? Not when it felt like I was being blown to bits by this tiny girl.

I pulled on the gauze wrapped around the bullet wound on my middle and threw it in the trash. Lainey watched me the entire time, her eyes focused on it.

It wasn’t even that bad anymore.

Barely a fucking sting now.

I led us into the shower and maneuvered us so that when I turned on the faucet, most of the cold water hit my back.

She still shivered around me.

I tightened my arms around her.

It wasn’t until steam billowed up in the space between us, and the water was almost too hot to bear did she look up at me.

Her eyes were wide, and her lips were swollen from biting on them so much.

I cupped her cheek and looked her over.

She reached out, as if she wanted to touch the bullet wound. I stopped her hand and lessened the rejection by bringing it up to my lips and kissing the inside of her wrist.

She shuddered against me, bringing me back to the action at hand, and I reached out for the shampoo bottle she had brought with her after I took her back to the trailer for the rest of her stuff.

I squirted a generous amount, weaving the foam through her long hair.

The scent of it—her scent—pushed in and around the space between us.

Everything about her was addictive to me, even this floral scent that seemed to follow her around.

She let me massage the shampoo into her scalp before I directed her head under the spray, a sort of contentment settling over me at being able to take care of her this way.

I quickly cleaned her up, taking extra care of all my favorite places…

Her nipples, her pussy, that cute little dip near her hips, the curve of her neck.

She watched me as I curved the palm of my hand over it, waiting for the fear—or wariness—to take hold.

None showed up, and she didn’t move away from me.

Finally, when she was done, I quickly cleaned myself and shut off the water.

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