Page 168 of Psycho

My lips twitched from amusement watching her, and she pouted at me, looking too fucking adorable for her own goddamn good.

She needed to be careful.

She kept looking at me like that, and I would be ready to go again, and I didn’t think she was ready for that.

Fuck.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” I said, stepping in closer to her.

Her face flamed red. “Why?”

I let one eyebrow rise as I took her in. “Are you getting shy with me now?”

She hesitated, and I waited patiently for her to decide what she would do.

Slowly, she spread her legs, giving me a clear view of her pussy.

My cum still coated the inside of her thighs and over her slit, along with her virgin blood.

The possessive part of me roared to life at the sight.

I didn’t think I had ever seen such an enticing image before.

I licked my lips and shifted my fingers through her folds, inspecting the tender skin there.

It was a little hard to tell, but I thought aside from some redness over the friction, it wasn’t too bad.

I made a small noise of approval in the back of my throat and felt her tremble. I looked up and met her eyes as I pressed my fingers over her swollen clit.

Her green eyes dilated with her arousal as she looked at me, her mouth gaping open, but no sound passed through her lips.

Regrettably, I pulled away from her and moved to the bathtub.

I turned on the water and checked to make sure it was warm enough.

When I turned around, her eyes that had been directed on my ass were now on my cock.

She didn’t move her gaze away from me right away, like I had expected, but instead, licked her lips hungrily.

Fuck, but I hadn’t forgotten about the missed blow job.

She didn’t seem sure, so I didn’t push it, but judging by the way she was looking at me now, I knew she wouldn’t be opposed to me teaching her.

And how fucking seriously I would take on this task at hand.

Blood rushed straight down to my cock, making it hard once more.

She gasped. “Now? You’re ready to go now?”

I walked toward her. “Don’t look so frightened, sweetheart. We won’t be doing anything for a couple of days, at least.”

Whatever she might have heard about me on the streets, most of it probably true, things with her were different.

Try as I might, I couldn’t bring myself to become the monster in her life.

She looked down, but not before I caught sight of the relief and—surprisingly—disappointment in her eyes as well.

Without saying another word, I held her up in my arms and walked us to the filling bathtub, sinking us down in the warm water, and turning off the faucet when it was nearly filled up all the way.

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