Page 92 of Psycho

“So fucking sensitive to me,” he murmured. “Are you close to coming with that little nipple play?”

Was that what was happening?

Fuck.

“Your injury…” I said, trying to get my mind to focus on all the reasons why we shouldn’t do this.

“I barely feel it.”

He kissed his way along the curve of my neck.

I whimpered, and he leaned up and kissed me.

“Shh,” he muttered against my lips. “I’m just gonna make you come. Fuck, baby, I just want to make you feel good.”

I took a deep breath, his words ringing over and over in my head.

He was going to make me feel so,sogood.

He tugged on my leggings, pulling them along with my panties down my legs, then sitting up, his gray eyes taking me in.

I was completely naked in front of him now.

I had never been completely naked with anyone.

I squirmed a little, wondering what he thought when he looked at me when his eyes flared, and he leaned back down toward me, between my legs.

He kissed my lips as he pushed up against me, the stiff fabric of his jeans pressed up against my pussy.

It felt different without anything covering me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, afraid he might move back and I would feel vulnerable again.

I didn’t want to feel vulnerable, especially with someone like Micah.

“Please,” I said when he pulled away.

He kissed his way down my body, his lips leaving scorching heat on my skin in its wake.

I was hot.

So hot.

His lips moved from side to side over my jawline, and my eyes fluttered shut.

He moved further down and suckled on the sensitive skin of my neck, pulling away from me slightly.

I looked down and found his eyes on me, something sinful shadowed in them.

His hand molded around one thigh, and he pulled it up to wrap around his ass as he continued to push up against me at a rhythmic pace.

His other hand moved up from my side, playing with my breast as his lips continued on their trail once more.

He took my other nipple in his mouth, rolling it around with his teeth.

“Micah!” I screamed as another bout of shivers came on.

He pulled away from me, his mouth leaving a wet patch on my nipple.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Tell me how much you fucking need this.”

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