Page 8 of The Psycho Before Christmas

Pulling her body flush to mine, I release her mouth and trail open kisses down her chin and neck. She’s wearing a turtleneck sweater, so I push the fabric down to have access to her skin. Fury surges within me when I see the bruise Hansen gave her. It’s darker now. I regret I didn’t make him suffer more.

Gasping, Valerie throws her head back, stretching her neck as an offering to me. “Don’t stop, Eric. I want your mouth on me.”

I grab her chin and force her to look into my eyes. “Where, kitty cat?”

Her eyes focus on mine, burning with intensity. “Everywhere.”

The electric sparks in her stare set me ablaze. My heart beats violently inside my chest as if trying to escape. I kiss her again, hard and fast, and it’s a battle between tongues and teeth. Valerie’s hands find my hair, and then she yanks at the strands but not to pull me off her. The pain makes my already rock-hard cock even harder. I’m fucking glad I’m still wearing sweatpants and no underwear.

I ease off and pick her up, digging my fingers into her sweet ass. She wraps her legs around my hips, pressing her pussy against my erection. I gyrate her hips, causing much-needed friction between our bodies. “Do you feel that, kitty cat?”

“Yes,” she hisses, then kisses my neck, sucking it hard.

God, my girl is feral, and I love it.

I turn to her bed and drop her on the edge of the mattress. Looking into my eyes, she breathes hard now, and her lips are already swollen from my kisses. I don’t make a move, trying to read her mind again. Maybe I’m waiting for her to snap out of the moment and kick me out of her room after all. But instead, she yanks my pants down, freeing my cock.

Her gaze drops to my erection, then she curls her fingers around the base. “I guess your Big Dick Energy is justified.”

“Did you have any doubt?” I push her sharp bangs back, then twist a lock of her silky hair around my fist.

“Not really.” She meets my stare again and runs her tongue from my balls to the head. A groan escapes my mouth, and I hold her hair tighter.

“Are you going to suck it, or are you determined to only tease?”

“What if I only want to tease?”

I don’t answer right away, knowing this is a test.

“Then you can tease me all you want, kitty cat. Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”

Her eyes widen, and for a second, I catch a glimpse of vulnerability. She releases my cock and scooches back. “I think I’d rather you eat me out first.”

Immediate relief follows. I was totally expecting to be kicked out. My lips split into a grin. “As you wish. But I need to see those lovely tits first. Ugly sweater off.”

She grabs the hem and peels her top off. She’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts are as delectable as I remember, full and begging to be worshipped. My mouth is already watering. I take my pants off and then roll Valerie’s leggings down her legs too.

“If I’m going to be completely naked, you need to get rid of all your clothes too,” she says.

My T-shirt disappears in the blink of an eye, and I get the satisfaction of watching Valerie ogling me. She swallows hard and when her eyes return to my face, they’re shining with undiluted desire. I kneel between her legs and bring my face inches from her flat stomach. She leans back, leaning on her forearms, and her chest rises and falls fast. Keeping eye contact, I run my tongue across her belly just above her underwear’s elastic band. Her white cotton panties are simple, but they’re sexy as hell to me.

“Should I stop?”

Her brows furrow. “If you do, I’ll hurt you.”

I chuckle. “Such violence.”

“You have no idea.”

“I’d love to see it, but not today.” I pull her panties down and have to control my emotions for a moment. She’s bruised there too. Too bad I can’t kill that scumbag again. I focus on how smooth her pussy is and how it’s glistening, ready for me. “You’re so wet for me already, Val. I love it.”

I lick her clit slowly so I can savor her taste properly, but she’s more delicious than I could have imagined, and keeping my pace slow is impossible. I flick my tongue left and right while massaging the area just above her clit. Valerie moans like the kitten she is, and that spurs me on. I spread her legs wider and suck her clit into my mouth hard, making her hips buckle.

She threads her fingers through my hair and whispers, “I need more, Eric. I need you inside of me.”

I pull back and look at her. “Are you sure?”

Even though her eyes are hooded, I read determination in them. “I’m sure. I need it, Eric. Please.”

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