Psycho Sunshine 18+

Stella

I don't know if I'm dreaming or if I really have finally cracked like everyone assumes I will and Slater is just a figment of my imagination. If so, I never want to be cured of my madness.

How is it possible for this man to be my perfect equal? If everything he just admitted is true, which my gut tells me it is, then maybe he can accept me for who I am as well.

I won't have to be alone in life anymore.

Am I truly ready to give up my secrets to some stranger I literally just met? After one kiss, my first kiss ever, the answer is a glaringly obvious yes!

His taste on my tongue as he invades my mouth with his is like an aphrodisiac. The intense feelings of desire he invoked in me earlier were like child's play compared to actually having his hands and his mouth on my body. I never want this to end, or I might truly go crazy.

He's intimidating in the best ways possible and has a dangerous vibe to him that sets my panties on fire like an inferno. He's older, by a decade at least I'd say, so I'm sure he knows how to please a woman. With the way he's got my body primed already, I bet he would make me come just from a simple brush of his finger against my clit. God, I am so here for it.

He moves back from our kiss and I lean towards him wanting more. He chuckles before placing a chaste kiss on my forehead. "I want your come dripping from my mouth before the night is over, Sunshine." I'm panting at the visual his words have left me with. Is something like that even possible? If the amount of wetness already between my legs just from a mere kiss is any indication, then yes, yes it most definitely is.

"Please." I whimper like I'm in heat, which to be honest, isn't so far off base at this point.

He growls, making my body shiver, before he pulls me up against the wall even higher and kisses me again. We battle each other for dominance for a moment before I give in and let him take control. There's something so freeing in giving up control.

One of his hands goes behind my head and fists my hair as the other stays firmly on my ass as he presses himself between my legs. I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him impossibly closer and he groans into my mouth as I feel his hardness press perfectly against my aching clit. The feral moan that falls from my mouth has his control snapping.

He carries us away from the wall until we reach the blue velvet couch in my living room. Once we're standing behind it, he gently places my feet on the ground before giving my forehead another soft kiss and turns me around by my shoulders until I'm facing the couch.

"Slater." I breathily moan his name, growing impatient.

"Fuck, Sunshine. I love the way my name sounds on your little mouth." He grabs my hips and pulls them back, making my hands snap out and brace myself on the back of the couch. Then he runs his palms from the back of my knees up to the tops of my thighs under my skirt. My legs start shaking and I squeeze them together so my knees don't give out. "Be a good girl for me and keep your hands right where they are." He whispers in my ear, his breath fanning across my neck.

"Yes, sir." I pant, earning myself another groan from him.

He gently peels my white lace underwear over my ass and down my thighs until they reach my ankles. I step out of them and he picks them up from the floor.

He gets on his knees, kneeling behind me, and the thought of this giant man getting on his knees for me makes me feel more powerful than I ever have before. I'm a fucking Goddess.

He trails his wicked tongue along the inside of my thigh, making my pussy clench around nothing. "Oh, God." I whimper uncontrollably as he teases the seam of my pussy. I'm about to beg him to hurry, but he beats me to it.

He parts my pussy lips with the tip of his tongue and dives right in. "Slater!" I sob as he zeroes in on my greedy clit. He lightly licks in a circular motion before adding more pressure. He sucks it into his mouth as he inserts a large finger into my pussy. That's all it takes.

I scream his name like a prayer as my pussy squeezes his finger like it's captive and my wetness floods his hand. I can faintly hear his cursing, but my mind is so consumed by bliss that I barely pay attention to the world around me. That was so much better than when I do it myself.

I might keep him in a cage so he can never leave me based on his tongue skills alone. It was nothing short of pure magic.

"Stella." He says my name like it's a treasure worthy of worship. I open my eyes finally and see him looking up at me from between my legs with nothing short of shock and awe in his gaze. "This tight little pussy has never had a man inside of it before." It's a statement, not a question; but I nod my head in confirmation, anyway.

As the town's psychotic outcast, no one has ever wanted to get close to me. Especially not close enough to lose my virginity to them. No one wants the crazy woman to fall in love with them and fixate on them. I've overheard some men in town talking about me. They say how hot I am; they admire my looks, but they fear me more than they lust after me.

"Good. This pussy is mine now. Only mine. This little hole has been waiting on me and me alone." I swallow audibly at his possessive tone and crass words.

"Yours. I'm all yours, Slater." God, that sounds so good. To be wanted so fiercely that this adonis of a man can't stand the thought of me not being his and his alone, but this works both ways or I might break my ethics code and accidentally kill some woman who touches what isn't theirs. "But you are also mine and mine alone."

His eyes light up like never before and he gives me a wicked smile. "My Sunshine is possessive of her man." He chuckles before giving my pussy another long, firm lick, and kissing my clit. "Sounds like perfection to me. I'm all yours. No one else could ever compare to you. You and I were made for each other."

He stands back up and tosses me over his shoulder as he heads down my hallway towards my bedroom. He rubs my ass cheek adoringly as I tell him which door it is. As soon as we enter, he tosses me down on my bed, making me bounce, and he bites his lip as he stares down at me with hooded eyes.

He removes his shirt by grabbing the back of it and pulling it over his head. His muscles are on display and I damn near moan at the sight. I want to run my tongue over every bulging muscle he has. He smirks at me when he sees me checking him out. "Like what you see, Sunshine?" He teases.

"Yes. God, yes." I'm not even embarrassed over how breathy I sound right now. His body looks like it was photoshopped.

Any other words I was about to say die in my throat when he hooks his thumbs in the waist of his jeans and he slowly pulls them down. My jaw drops and my breath gets caught in my throat when I see the size of his cock as it slaps against his stomach.

He told me he kills bad people, and I just figured out his weapon of choice. There's no way in hell that thing will fit inside me... but I'm more than willing to try, even if it becomes the thing that ends me.

What a way to go.