Page 51 of Make You Beg

I love the way it feels to be edged. Stopping just as it gets good before pushing her right back in and almost breaking her jaw. I’m nearly there.

I press my hand against the window while I grab her head and let her suck me deeper.

Fuckkkkk.

I stare out the window, needing a distraction, something other than the visual of this brunette’s head between my legs. I don’t want to stare at her as she pumps my cock in and out of her mouth. I never look into their eyes.

Eyes can express a lot, and I don’t want them to catch any sight of vulnerability in mine.

I know I’ll use them and dispose of them, that’s it.

This doesn’t mean anything. Same reason kissing doesn’t happen.

My eyes are half-open, lost in lust.

I focus on the wetness around my shaft, imagining it’s my Little Demon’s mouth wrapped around my cock and not some random brunette.

And that’s when our gazes lock.

“Fuck!”

Madelyn’s standing by the door, staring in, one hand stopped in the air, as if she’s about to tap on the window.

Her cheeks are flushed. For a moment, I think I manifested her here, with my thoughts of her.

“Did I bite you?” The brunette pulls away from my cock.

Two things happen.

One—I want to get this woman the fuck away from me. The other, darker, sicker part of me smirks.

Hoping that somewhere deep inside her, Madelyn, who is watching me, wishes to be in the place of the girl with me. Look what you’re missing, Little Demon.

“No,” I say instead, grabbing a chunk of the brunette’s hair and pushing my cock into her throat again. “Go on. I’m almost there.”

She does. And I keep staring at Madelyn as the other woman feasts on my cock.

My little demon’s eyes widen, and then her eyebrows furrow. She looks away and steps aside.

My body’s reacting to the brunette’s moves, but my head’s not in it anymore.

I thrust my hips up, forcing myself deeper into her mouth and push her down harder. Choke her on my dick.

It takes me a minute to get there and finally come. I don’t announce it, don’t warn her. I simply shoot my load into her mouth, and unsurprisingly, she swallows it all.

The brunette’s eyes are half-open, and a smile spreads across her face as she cleans her lips with the back of her palm. Leaning over to me, she attempts to kiss me. I stop her, tucking my cock into my pants and zipping up.

“I don’t do kisses, Lola,” I say.

“It’s Leah,” she corrects me, frowning. “And a kiss won’t kill you. I fucking sucked your dick, for God’s sake.”

“You knew what you were getting into. I never said kissing was involved.”

“Are you going to do me now?”

“Do you?”

“Yes, I’m wet.”