Page 169 of Psycho

She let out a small moan of pleasure, and I felt my cock twitching against her supple ass from behind.

She hissed and turned to me with flushed cheeks.

I winked at her, making that blush of hers deepen.

“Okay?” I asked.

She nodded and focused her gaze on my chest. She reached her hand out, her fingers tracing over my skin delicately.

I watched her intently, loving and hating my body’s reaction to her.

“Why don’t you have many tattoos like your brother?”

“Baby, what are you doing checking out my little brother?”

She needed to be careful, or I might deck the little bastard the next time I see him.

She rolled her eyes at me. I reached out and pinched her nipple, and she squirmed, trying to push my hand away. I twisted the hardened nub until she whimpered and pulled away, slapping it sharply.

“Micah.”

She shot me a disgruntled look.

I looked at her expectantly.

“I was not checking out your brother. But it’s easy to see that he was covered in them. Geez, you crazy bastard."

My lips twitched from her words, and I resisted the urge to smile.

“I don’t have a lot of tattoos because it makes it easier to identify me.”

She didn’t say anything to that for a beat. Then, “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

Grabbing a clean cloth nearby, I squirted liquid soap on it and ran the cloth over her body, watching the way goosebumps rose on her skin from my touch.

She didn’t say anything to me while she watched me clean her.

As for me, I was still reeling from the experience of feeling her, of being inside her, and this contentment of taking care of her.

This girl had been neglected and abused by her father.

And despite the shit deal she was handed, she didn’t give up. She forged on. She was much stronger than I had initially thought, even after watching her for the past three years.

But no matter how strong she was, she needed me.

She needed me to take care of her in the same way I needed her to stay right by my side for the rest of my life.

She needed me in the way I needed her to breathe. To feel human again.

I set the cloth down and moved my hand down between her legs.

She tensed against me. “I thought you said we weren’t going to do this for another couple of days.”

I nodded. “No, but that doesn’t mean I still can’t make you feel good. Doesn’t mean I can’t tease your clit until you come, or eat you out until you beg me to stop, and maybe not even then. Because, baby? I don’t think I can go two days without tasting you. You won’t deny me that, will you? You’ll be my good girl and let me taste what belongs to me, yeah?”

Her breath caught. “And if I say no?”

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