Page 132 of Psycho

It just felt so good.

So good.

“My cunt is weeping for you,” I said, my face burning from the words coming out of my mouth.

Never in a million years did I think I would ever say those words out loud in a sentence.

“Such a good girl for me,” he said. “My girl.”

He pushed my legs further back until I was bent over, and cold air teased my back end.

I tensed and jumped when he spat on it.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, closing my eyes.

He pulled his hand away from my clit and moved his hand over my crease, spreading his spit around, lubricating me before he teasingly pushed one… then two fingers inside.

“Relax for me, baby. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly.

How the hell did he expect me to relax when he was touching me like this?

I looked over at him.

His face was calm, even if his eyes gave away his feelings.

I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

“Good girl,” he said, thrusting his fingers slowly in and out of me before he increased the rhythm, and I couldn't think anymore.

Just feel as he worked me over.

My toes curled, and I knew I was close.

So close.

I just needed him to keep touching me like this and not stop.

I didn’t even care that he was touching me in the one place he shouldn’t be touching me.

It didn’t matter.

Just. Don’t. Stop.

Our eyes met and held. It was the look in his eyes that finally worked me over.

“Fuck,” I screamed.

I fell over the edge, screaming out his name as I came.

Micah finally slowed his movements, leaving nothing but small spasms to work inside my body from the aftereffect.

Slowly, he pulled me back up the bed.

I opened my eyes and looked at him, not saying anything as he pulled the ruined shirt off me, then the boxers he had worn to bed the night before, and stood up from the bed with me in his arms.

I buried my face in his neck as he walked us to the shower, opened the door, turned on the water, and let it warm up. I looked up at him as water misted my eyes, watching him as he worked to get us cleaned and ready for the day.

He reached for my shampoo bottle and turned to me, meeting my eyes for the first time.

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