Page 119 of Psycho

Was she dreaming about me fucking her hard and fast?

Because I could make that into a reality real quick. Never had I waited this long to fuck someone.

The women I usually associated myself with were up to a hard quick fuck before we parted ways.

But the fucking last time I got my dick wet was three years ago, about a week before I saw Lainey at the gas station.

Perhaps a part of me always knew she would belong to me. There was no other way. And I fucking knew she owned me that day.

There was no one else for me but her.

I tugged on her nipple harder, and she screamed out in pleasure, the sound waking her up.

She looked at me with wide eyes, still soft and muddled from sleep, before grabbing the end of the torn fabric from the shirt.

“What happened?” she asked.

I pushed her hands away, putting her tits on display for me once more.

“You were having a wet dream about me.”

Her face went bright red in the most adorable way. She stammered out an argument as if she thought she could erase what had happened from my memory.

I would be thinking of this on my fucking deathbed. And if I had a say in that, it would be with her by my side.

I hovered over her, pushed my boxer briefs down my legs, and kicked them to the end of the bed.

She looked down at my cock hungrily, licking her lips, and that was nearly my undoing.

I grabbed the hard length and stroked it up and down, squeezing roughly.

“This is going to be quick,” I said, and using my other hand, pulled her panties down halfway, exposing her sweet little cunt to my gaze. I grabbed the fabric of the panties and pulled up, shifting her knees up so that they touched her chest.

“Hold this position for me, baby,” I said as I quickened my stroke.

Fuck.

Her pussy lips were drenched with her arousal, and I could smell her from where I was.

Fucking delicious.

I moved faster.

“Touch your clit,” I gritted out.

She shook her head. “Micah. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Touch your swollen clit. You know you want to. Show me what I do to you without even touching you.”

A small noise came out in a small protest, and I slapped down her pussy.

She yelped in pain and tried to move away. I kept her still.

“Play with yourself, sweetheart. Or I will hurt this sweet little cunt of yours. I’m warning you. I’m not feeling nice this morning.”

“Whenareyou feeling nice?” she asked.

My lips twitched, wanting to smile, but then she was sliding her hand down between her legs, her fingers working over her clit.

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