Page 118 of The Cute Psycho

His gaze is still on me, his hand grabbing onto my towel, unraveling it. "Vlad!" I exclaim, scandalized.

He's quick to turn me on my back, looming over me as he breathes in my scent.

"Not yet," he whispers against my skin, his lips brushing over one nipple.

"What..." I drift off when he wraps his lips around it, sucking it intohis mouth. My legs automatically fall open, inviting him to nestle inside.

He's still wearing his underwear, but I can feel the unmistakable hardness of his erection as he grinds it against me.

"I need one last taste," he rasps against my skin, his mouth open over my stomach as he trails his tongue down, "to last me until later."

"It's late." I try one last excuse, but as he catches my clit between his lips, biting and sucking, I forget why he needs to leave.

Hands in his hair, I urge him on, his masterful tongue doing wonderful things to my pussy and making me moan in pleasure.

"Sisi?" I hear Lina's voice outside my door as she knocks softly.

My eyes widen, and out of pure instinct, I throw the blanket over Vlad, covering myself to my chin.

"Be quiet," I whisper, but he doesn't reply. No, he continues to assault me with his tongue, my toes curling as I try to pretend I'm not having the best time of my life with my secret lover.

"Yes?" I cough to clear my voice.

"Sorry to come in so early, but I was thinking that we could have an afternoon to ourselves?" she asks, a smile on her face.

"Of course!" I immediately agree, one hand in Vlad's hair as he doesn't seem to be able to stop himself. It takes everything in me not to react to his devilish tongue, or the way he's pushing it inside me, fucking me with it.

Lina beams at my response, enumerating a few activities she has in mind. I listen with half an ear, nodding until she makes to leave.

God!

A small sound escapes my lips as Vlad inserts two fingers inside me, his tongue back to sucking on my clit.

"Are you... okay?" Lina stops, turning to ask.

"Yeah, of course." My voice comes out weird, and I have the hardest time schooling my features to not show the way my eyes want to roll to the back of my head, my climax imminent.

"You look a little red. And sweaty. Aren't you hot?" She points to the thick blanket on top of my body.

"No, no. I'm very cold at night," I lie, and just at that moment Vlad increases the speed of his fingers. I bite my lip. Hard. It's all that'skeeping me from screaming out loud. My legs are quivering, my entire body racked by small tremors as he wrings an orgasm out of me.

"If you're sure..." She's still in the doorway, looking unconvinced.

"Yes," I breathe out roughly. "I'll see you later," I say, sweat coursing all over my body.

She eventually nods, finally leaving the room.

I yank the covers to see Vlad's mischievous smile as he gives me yet another long lick of his tongue.

"You're wicked," I accuse, shaking my head at him.

Why is it that he's becoming more and more reckless by the day? This is proof enough that he doesn't seem to care that we might get caught at some point.

Where I once decided to distance myself from him for fear I may get my heart broken, it seems it's easier said than done. No, make that a hell of a lot harder to do.

After he'd popped in uninvited at my birthday party, he'd become relentless, finding a reason to spend time with meevery day.Since he was unstoppable in his resolve, I'd started letting him sleep over, thinking that this way I'd get my rest, and he'd get his fill of me. Of course, I'd get my fill of him too, since there's hardly a day when I don't want him by my side. After all, him pursuing me with such ardor had only made me realize that I wantanythinghe can give me.

So what if he doesn't have emotions? I don't believe that he doesn't care for me. And as long as I'm his, and he is mine, that is enough for me.

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