Page 133 of Darling Psycho

She lifted her fifty-pound head and looked at him through glazed eyes. “What day is it?”

He chuckled. “Still the same one.”

She hated edge play.

But she loved it too.

“Do you want to stop?”

“I want to come, you sadist.” She whined, resting her forehead on his chest again. Lawless chuckled. But he brought her out of her moan when a hand landed on her bare butt. Not the first spank she’d gotten today.

“I warned you about your lip.”

Treating her like porcelain, he placed Angela carefully on her knees, rubbing a hand down her arms to put blood through her bound limbs, and then Lawless rose to his taller height. Excitement bubbled in her stomach, being eye-to-groin level. Her nose almost brushed against the massive bulge behind his jeans.

He was magnificent.

When he flexed a bare arm, every vein protruded out of his skin, making her wetter than ever.

He repeated the motion, probably knowing she loved to watch him, that monster, and then he fished out his length.

Angela might be the tortured one, but Lawless had been hard the whole time. But he didn’t display anguish over his arousal, not like Angela, the big baby.

“Since you’ve rallied enough to give me backchat. Again.” Why was his cold as ice voice the most pleasurable aphrodisiac? It sounded like a sex line, and a serial killer had a baby. “You can give your mouth something else to do.” He pressed the leaking tip to her lips, sounding bored. “Make this go away, angel.” The feel of his hardness made water pool on her tongue, and she swallowed reflexively before giving the crown a luscious lick.

Her head was taken in two large hands as he swept back her hair. “Pretty girl, did I say to tease me?”

“No, but...”

She got no further because Lawless didn’t give her time to adjust or let her play like the previous times. Instead, he thrust right into her throat with a grunt of pleasure until her eyes watered, and she feared she might choke to death on her knees.

In. Out. In. Out.

Angela was the vessel to a dirty man fucking her face.

And she loved it. Oh, god, sheloved it.

She must have looked a fright with a drooling mouth making gagging noises, and for a second, she worried how horrid she might look to him, how inexperienced. But one glance up, and she saw Lawless was gazing at her.

Was it adoration?

She couldn’t tell. But it was far from a man horrified at his inexperienced girlfriend trying to swallow his dick.

“Such a good girl. Take a breath through your nose, that’s it. I won’t let you die,” he rumbled thickly, sounding sinister. His breaths were labored.

In. Out. In. Out.

She got used to his harrowing rhythm and started to love the sawing in and out of her too-small mouth. Lawless was girthy in her hands, but being shoved to the back of her throat at the speed of light, he stretched her lips ruthlessly to capacity.

“Do you hate me yet, angel?”

“Never,” she garbled, but it came out more like “gnggsddg.”

The monster chuckled and rubbed a hand over her cheek, almost like he might love her.

Lawless slowed, becoming almost too gentle, and she blinked up at him. Their eyes locked as he came. He always seemed the most real when he was going through a climax, almost as though she could see to the bones of him. She quickly swallowed and wiped her mouth when he withdrew, finally catching a decent inhale for the first time in minutes.

If Angela thought playtime was over, she was mistaken.

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