Page 58 of Psycho

He pulled away and looked at me with dark eyes.

“Fuck,” he muttered, and before I could say anything to that, he leaned back down and slammed his lips against mine.

I whimpered from both the slight pain and the sensation, especially when he molded his lips against mine, his tongue coming out and licking at the seam of my lips.

My hands moved on their own accord as they shifted up and down his hard biceps before settling over his shoulders.

My fingers dug into his flesh as he deepened the kiss, his hips rocking against me.

I let out a small moan when he nipped at my lips sharply, opening my mouth, and he wasted no time pushing his tongue inside.

I closed my eyes and took in the feel of him, the way his soft velvet tongue pushed in and out against me, the expert way in which he moved, and the electricity…

I shivered.

My skin seemed to hum from the current charge, and he deepened the kiss, groaning against me and causing a small vibration to come through.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he thrust against me, his hard cock pressing against the most intimate part of me, and I didn’t know what to do.

His hand moved then, leaving my neck and heading south.

My breath caught in my throat when he cupped my breast with his large hand, squeezing it lightly.

I felt that move all the way to my very core, and then my hips were moving, pushing up against him on their own accord.

He pulled away slightly. “Fuck.”

And then he went back to kissing me, his hands moving down to the hem of my shirt.

I felt a small panic entering when he shifted them up a bit, and I pulled away, looking at him and trying to control my thoughts and emotions.

“Wait, Micah—”

He fully shifted the shirt and cupped my breasts with two large hands.

I tried to twist the shirt down when he pulled on my nipple, twisting it slightly.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head from the sensation as he said, “I knew you would be like this. I fucking knew you would respond to me so beautifully.”

He pulled on my nipples roughly before I felt him go down and took an aching tip into his mouth, sucking on it.

My back arched, pushing up against him, and he sucked harder.

“Oh, God,” I said, shifting about on the bed and feeling too much.

I didn’t know if I should push him away or pull him closer.

He hummed around me, causing a small quiver to run through me, his hands pushing up against my shirt.

That brought me out of my reverie. I set the palm of my hand against his forehead. It took three tries before he heeded that and pulled away from me.

Both of us were breathing hard.

I quickly pushed my shirt back down, trying to shift away, but he was still lying between my legs, and all that did was make his dick press up even more noticeably against me.

I shut my eyes and turned away from him, not saying anything.

I was still reeling over the feeling, wondering how I could have possibly lost control like that.

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