Page 116 of Psycho

Fuck.

Micah smirked and thrust his hips against me once more.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my neck arching, and I let out a groan from the sensation alone.

If I was reacting like this when he dry humped me, how would it be when he was actually fucking me?

I shook from the thought.

Fuck, I couldn’t even imagine.

Like everything about the man, his dick was huge. And veiny and angry looking—during the few times I had seen it.

I couldn’t havethatinside me—I just couldn’t.

He would surely break me.

His hand shifted down my shirt, and he pulled it up, revealing the plain white bra I was wearing.

I felt my stomach dip as I took a deep breath and could not let it out.

He pulled the fabric of the bra down until my boobs were exposed to him.

“Fuck me, but you have the most glorious tits. You fucking know that?”

I couldn’t say anything to that.

I had always thought they were small.

Too small, but the way Micah was looking at them—it was like he wanted to devour them whole.

And that was what he did when he bent down and took one into his mouth, sucking on it.

My hands reached for him, but instead of pushing him away, I was tangling my fingers through the soft strands of his hair, pulling him in closer.

His teeth drew my nipple further into his mouth, and he rolled the hardened nub between them, nipping at it sharply and causing a slight pain to bloom out.

“Fuck. Micah!” I screamed.

I looked down to find his gray eyes bright as he continued the assault, sucking more of me into his mouth, his coarse stubble brushing up against the sensitive skin there.

“Micah,” I whimpered as he let go and roughly cupped both breasts with his hands.

My legs moved restlessly against him, trying to push him away so he would ease up, but the man was like a fucking boulder. Unmoving and cruelly rough that morning.

My nails raked down the skin on his forearm, leaving white lines that quickly turned red moments later.

I looked at it, wondering if I was fascinated by my own roughness toward him, or put off.

More arousal came out, wetting my panties, and Micah let out a small groan, his chest rumbling against mine.

He let go of my breasts and pushed up, kissing me.

I closed my eyes, and God help me, but I kissed him back, savoring the taste of him.

His hand moved down between our bodies, from my shoulder down to the hem of the gray leggings I had on, and he pushed his hand underneath it.

We both groaned out at the same time from the first swipe of his fingers across my wet flesh.

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