Page 178 of Darling Psycho

Being a curious creature and a masochist to boot, he rose from his seat, aware Marco followed him. He found an open spot near Sandman.

“If Lawless makes this a regular thing, I might have to put in more viewing space. I could have sold tickets.” The owner joked.

He felt as though he was watching TV. It was a voyeur’s delight. Jay had watched that man fuck countless people, and never once had Penn radiated with feeling as he was now plowing into the girl.

And as he guessed, it was Angela in there with him.

Though Penn covered Angela with his bulk, all that was seen of her buckled to a St. Andrew’s cross was the side view of her body. Gorgeous brown skin and the line of her panties at her hip. Black hair obscured her face until she went tense all over, head was thrown back against the contraption, a silent scream coming out of her lips.

She had red lines down her thigh as if she’d already been flogged with a switch.

Penn enjoyed giving pain, but these were delicate, careful lines. Marks given with attention to detail.

Each deep slam, and the audience groaned. But Jay never let his gaze stray from the window.

With her raised on the cross-platform, it was like watching an angel fucked by a demon.

He needed to leave.

Wanted to leave.

But there he stood. Watching like everyone else. Except he was the least horny one there. He’d never felt less turned on in his life.

Penn wasn’t naked. His bare torso and back glistened with sex sweat, but he still wore his thick-soled biker boots and a pair of black pants loosely balanced on his lean waist. When he pulled out of Angela, a woman at Jay’s side gasped at the sight of his massive erect dick, wet all over.

He was bare. He was fucking her bare.

Somehow that bothered him more than anything else he was about to witness.

He needed to leave.

But all good masochists never knew when to quit.

They kissed, and Penn touched her reverently, making her laugh and tease him with only her eyes. He made her repeatedly come with his fingers and vibrating toys, and then he edged her, and the crowd reacted as though Penn was fucking them, holding the gathering in the palm of his dominant hands.

“Holy shit, is that Lawless?” Marco asked, finally looking up from his phone. “Angie?He’s with Angie. They look hot together.”

They looked magnificent.

And Penn looked happy.Different.

He worshipped the girl with his mouth, and each touch put a hot vibration through the air.

When Penn notched himself between her thighs again, and he watched the girl smile against his mouth, and Penn smirked in return, Jay let himself watch for a minute more. The deep slams went on in a rhythmic motion as if he were fucking to poetry.

Pushing off from the wall, Jay straightened his tie. “Leaving so soon?” Sandman asked.

“Yes, I’m only in town to tie up loose ends. I’ll see you in New York sometime, Sandman.” The pair shook hands, and to Marco, he said, “let’s go.”

“I thought you were horny,” Marco remarked, sliding behind the wheel of the Range Rover.

“I changed my mind. I want to grab some food. What do you feel like?”

He needed a goddamn drink and to get home. Now he had everything finalized in Denver. There was one thing left, and he could return to New York to the life he knew well.

“Pizza.”

“You’re a philistine teen boy.” Jay rolled his eyes. He would have preferred something that required actual cutlery.

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