Page 144 of Prettiest Psycho


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She throws her head back and screams her release to the sky, coming so fucking hard she ejects the damn vibrator from her pussy. I toss it off the roof before she can register what’s happening.

“Fuck,” she pants to the clouds lazily drifting by overhead. “I hate you. But that was good.”

“I’m not done with you yet, slut,” I bark. And I mean it. As if one paltry orgasm makes up for the weeks of hell her mere presence has put me through.

“I told you not to fucking touch me!” she yells before pausing, looking around, and turning her attention back to me. “What have you done with my vibrator?”

A slow, self-satisfied smirk spreads across my face, “You won’t be needing that again.”

“Snow! What did you do?” she screeches.

“I took care of it,” I tell her smugly. “Now get over here, sit on my face, and let me take care of you.”

“No! I don’t want you to touch me.”

“I won’t. But you never said anything aboutyounot touchingme.”

That makes her pause.

“You swear?”

“Scott’s honour.”

“It’s meant to be Scout’s honour,” she replies dryly with a wry smile tugging at her lips.

“Please, I was a fucking Boy Scout and I had zero honour.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me,” she quips, drolly. “Who’s Scott then?”

“Come sit on my face, give me half a dozen more orgasms and maybe I’ll tell you.”

She glowers at me but gets up off the bench, and I have to hide my grin. Taking a step back, I shrug off my jacket and drop it to the floor, then lie down on the soft astroturf.

“You know,” she says, coming to stand over me. “I haven’t forgiven you for trying to drown me.”

She doesn’t mention the other – much worse – thing I need to atone for.

“Let me make it up to you. Drown me in your juices.”

“Well, when you put it like that…you don’t have to ask me again.”

She straddles my face, and I’ve never experienced anything so heavenly as I stare up at her puffy pink pussy hovering above my face. She lowers herself down onto my mouth and I breathe her in, licking and sucking her clit to restart the orgasm train. She tastes so good, and I’m in heaven licking and sucking her until she re-lubricates my face with her juices.

“I fucking love that,” I murmur, “make my face shiny.” She giggles and grinds her pussy down onto my face so I can’t breathe for a few seconds, but then I grab her ass and tug her up until she’s just hovering over my face, and I resume my gentle assault on her dripping pussy. She’s obviously enjoying herself because she doesn’t scream at me for touching her, doesn’t even acknowledge my touch. And even though I want to take that as a green light to explore every inch of her skin, I don’t dare in case she stops me.

Her moans get louder and more desperate, and she starts rocking back and forth. She doesn’t need to ask if I want more, I’m right there with that.

She starts to gyrate on my face in earnest, a symphony of cries and pussy juices and joy. I grab her ass again to pull her down hard and keep her down, hard enough to make her scream, but only for a few seconds. When she’s finished her orgasm she rests her pussy on my face and lets me go at her pierced clit again, my tongue magic licking and teasing the little ball that rests there.

“Oh my god, oh my god, you’re so good at that.”

“Mmmm, yeah I am, ” I say, just before she grinds her pussy down onto my face and climaxes again.

She only screams for a second. And it pisses me off. That’s not good enough. I want her throat red raw from screaming, as tender and as sensitive as the brand on her arm I gifted her. I want to try and talk her into doing this again, desperate to make her see how good this is, but right now she’s still riding the orgasmic wave, so I continue my onslaught on her clit.

She lifts her hips off me – maybe trying to escape my enthusiastic attention when she’s already sensitive – but I just lick along her pussy lips, puffy and wet and glistening.

I’m ready for a taste of her ass.

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