Page 129 of Psycho

More gifts.

I wondered why Micah felt the need to get me so many things.

The gold chain of my bracelet glinted in the light and drew my attention. This might be my most favorite thing that he bought me.

The least was definitely the thumb.

I still felt sick about that.

Fucking psycho was right.

After putting away everything back in the bags, I quickly got ready for bed and dressed in one of Micah’s shirts, which looked more like a dress on me.

If I ever needed a reminder of just how big the man was, I just needed to wear his clothes.

He was, by far, the biggest men I had ever come in contact with, and I should be scared of him—and I was. But as more days passed, the less I became scared of his size and the more I was fascinated by it.

God, but how would it feel if he was fucking me into the bed?

My pussy clenched at the image.

Would it be as he said—hard?

My experience was nonexistent compared to his.

There was only Garrett, and even the fucker hadn’t seen me naked—thank fuck.

I sniffed his shirt as I climbed onto the bed.

I stared up at the ceiling and willed myself to fall asleep.

* * *

I wokeup to Micah’s mouth on my pussy.

Fuck, but the man had no qualms about touching me while I slept, and with the way I was feeling—on the edge of an explosive orgasm—I’d say he had been at it for a while.

My panties were gone, probably somewhere on the floor, like how they always ended up, and the shirt I wore to bed was ripped—or at least, it felt like it, even with my eyes closed. Cool air teased my nipples as Micah shifted my leg up to his shoulder and spread me out even more for him.

I didn’t even know how he had done this without waking me up, but if he kept this up, he was going to run out of shirts for me to wear to bed.

I opened my eyes and met dark silver ones between my legs.

My thigh muscles clenched from the sight, and I reached my hands out and pulled on his hair.

He doubled his effort, moving faster against the slick lips and driving me even more insane.

“Fuck, Micah!”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Say my fucking name. Make no mistake about who is eating you out.”

He suckled on my clit, and with that, I shot off with a boom.

I used the flat of my palm and tried to push him away.

He grabbed my hips, almost bruisingly, and pulled me back to his eager mouth.

I twisted my legs beneath him, trying to get away as I rode out the orgasm.

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