Page 95 of Psycho

The hand wrapped around my middle loosened a bit before he pulled it away and brought it down to my leg.

He hooked my knee under his arm and pulled it up, exposing me even more.

“W-What are you doing?” I asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked softly, his voice almost a coo as I felt his fingers skimming down my skin, over the right side of my rib, to my hip bone…

I gasped softly when he reached for my pussy and cupped me fully with his big hand.

He squeezed.

“I’m making you feel good,” he finished.

I almost forgot what we were talking about.

His hand moved up and down my crease before he swirled his fingers over my clit slowly—torturing me.

“Please, Micah.”

And this one wasn’t a plea for him to stop. No, I wanted more friction. More speed. More roughness.

“What is it, sweet girl?”

He pulled the leg he had hooked on his arm higher, giving him better access to me.

My eyes rolled back when he pushed his fingers down, burying in my folds and delving them inside me.

My eyes sprang open from the stretch—theburn—and I looked at him, shaking my head.

The corners of his mouth lifted in the tiniest of a smile as I moved my hand down and tried to push him away.

“Micah,” I whined.

He thrust his fingers in and out of me, slowly at first, before he picked up speed.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice in a low growl.

I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded slightly.

“Does it feel good?” His movements became almost frantic… sloppy.

A cry escaped my lips, and I nodded.

Fuck, but it hurt sofuckinggood.

“You’re so tight for me,” Micah said. “Look at your sweet little pussy. It was made for me, wasn’t it? Even when it hurts, this little pussy craves me. Just as you crave me.”

I took in a broken breath of air.

I was so wet now that his fingers made a sloshing sound every time he pushed inside me, which drove me even more insane.

A spark ignited, and suddenly, it was just too much.

My hips moved of their own accord, in tandem with his fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” he said. “Take what you want. Look at how beautiful you are, fucking my fingers.”

His words drove me on.

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