Page 7 of My Sweet Psycho


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“Good,” I said as I stood up. “My driver is waiting for us. He will drop you off first.”

She paused as she put her scarf around her neck.

“I don't mind catching the Tube,” she said as she pulled her long hair out from under her scarf.

She had strands of hair that had come out of her ponytail, and all I wanted to do was take her back to my apartment and fuck her non-stop for the next week. I wanted her spread out, on her back, in my bed, but I was playing for keeps, and I wouldn't jeopardise our future.

“It’s no trouble. I would rather ensure you got there safely. How do you get home?”

I didn't need to hide what I knew about her because I’d asked her specific questions. She picked up her phone and bag as I put my coat on. I placed my arm around her as I guided her towards the exit. I didn't miss the girl who was in the bathroom with Nari, winking at us.

When I glanced at Nari, she gave her a weak smile as we passed the girl’s table. The next time we went out for a meal, Nari would be wearing a dress or a skirt because it would bemyfingers inside her wet little pussy.

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As soon as I entered the office, I locked my door and shoved my coat on the hook behind the door. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers to reach in to grab my dick. The thought of our final kiss made my cock ooze all over my hand. I walked to my desk and sat down before I closed my eyes.

The thought of looking into Nari’s eyes as I came inside her made me slide my hand up and down the length of my dick. It wasn't enough. I had to see her pretty eyes. I took my phone out and brought up my favourite picture of her. The dark red dress she wore was fitted and sat above her knees. The bodice was fitted around her breast, teasing me with what was beneath it.

Nari had a broad smile on her face, but her eyes were as soft as they were dark. I spat in the palm of my hand without taking my eyes off her innocent smile. I pictured her hands around my dick as she touched me. The thought of my dick sinking between those succulent lips made me fuck my fist faster. I clenched my teeth and hissed at the friction. With my palm, I rubbed the head before I fisted my dick.

“Nari, take my cum,” I gasped out as I moved my hand up and down at a rapid pace.

The discomfort from not using proper lube was there, but the thought of Nari’s wet pussy welcoming me inside her made it worthwhile.

“Nariiiii, fuck—”

Unable to control myself, I moved the phone down until my cum shot out and onto her face. I watched it dribble down my screen with satisfaction, groaning as more cum spurt out. My phone was waterproof, but it didn't matter because seeing her picture covered with my jazz was more than satisfying. The last remnants of cum dripped down onto my hand as I slowly moved my hand up and down my dick.

It was going to be a long fucking week.

Chapter 6

Nari

It was amazing to finally let go and party with my friends. We’d planned this night out from graduation, but we were all so busy settling into the next phase of our lives, working or further studying. Months had gone by before we finally got our acts together.

My two best friends sat on either side of me. We were all British-born, but our parents were immigrants. Zofia’s parents were from Poland, and Moonpie’s parents were from Nepal. Moonpie’s name was Mohana, but her high school nickname stuck, and I loved it. I guess it’s what made us stick together within our larger group. Our background and warped sense of humour.

“Is your brother still annoying, Moonie?” I asked as she brought a fresh round of drinks to the table. It was almost as if she had two Dads. Her older brother was always on her case about something.

“What do you think?” she grumbled.

“I thought he would have outgrown that by now,” Zofia frowned as Moonpie passed us our drinks.

“He was asking me what time I would be back tonight, and I don't even live at home anymore,” Moonpie said as she sat down.

She was the flirt in our group, and she was damn good at it. I could never get away with the tiny skirt and crop top she wore. It was cream with a black overlay of lace. We had similar long, straight hair, though.

“So, I met someone,” I said with a smirk and sat back to watch my friend's reactions.

Zofia’s jaw dropped in shock, and her eyes widened until I thought they would pop out.

“An actual man?” Moonpie asked suspiciously, with her eyes narrowing on me.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Zofia said as she flicked her auburn curls over her shoulder and leaned over the table, almost spilling her drink.

“Is it a real man?!” Moonie screeched.

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