Page 130 of Psycho

My foot pushed up against his chest, and I moved toward the edge of the bed as wave after wave of convulsions wracked my body.

I was halfway off the bed when he caught up to me, pulling on my hips so that my ass was up in the air and exposed to him while my middle was bent over the bed. I pressed both hands down on the floor and tried to keep my balance when Micah buried his face in between my legs.

The first swipe of his tongue around my back hole was soft… subtle.

My fists clenched around the rug on the carpeted floor when I felt the second swipe.

Fuck, so the first swipe had been deliberate.

Because he was doing it again, and again… fuck, again.

Every flick of his tongue seemed to build in intensity, and I…

I trembled, my back arching as he teasingly pushed his tongue inside me before pulling it back out and licking around the ring of muscle there.

“Micah… what are you… you can’t… fuck. Micah…”

I didn’t know what I could say to that. What he was doing was just so fucking taboo, and I should stop him, shouldn’t I?

He licked up the crease with his tongue, and I lost my train of thought.

The skin on my ass cheek tingled, and I closed my eyes.

“Do you really not know what I’m doing, sweetheart?” he asked darkly, and there was just something about the tone of his voice when he sounded like this while he called me ‘sweetheart’ was…

Fuck.

“You’re mine. Every single inch of you is mine, from this pussy to this ass. Mine,” he said roughly, his hand moving my body and reaching down to my pussy. He rubbed over my clit, and my back arched.

“I can do what I want with you, and you fucking like it. Don’t you, baby girl? Or is your pussy weeping from something else?”

He went back and ate me out before I could say anything. There was no teasing to his touch anymore.

It was deliberate and fast and frantic.

His other hand moved up and wrapped around my hair, pulling on it until I was looking back at him. There was something dark and deranged in his cold eyes that sent a shiver of fear through me.

But—

But underneath that feeling of fear and wariness, there was something else. Something much more potent and effective in messing with my mind and motivating me to behave in ways I never thought I would.

There was arousal.

The more he touched me, the more he exerted his dominance and power over me, the more he held me in place, the easier it was for me to just give in.

I didn’t want to fight him anymore, not because I had given up, but because I—

I took in a deep breath.

I wanted him to win.

He pulled his lips away from me as his fingers continued to work me over, creating delicious friction against my clit.

I twisted around, wanting more, wanting to get away, and not knowing exactly what I wanted more.

“Answer me, sweetheart. Is your cunt weeping for me?”

I nodded on a sob.

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