Page 65 of Make You Beg

Stop thinking of my idiot stepbrother and use the heat that’s between my legs in my favor.

Cal pushes his tongue inside my mouth, and I permit him, attempting to adjust to his rhythm.

His hands travel over my body, going from my hips to my ass as he grips me.

“God, this ass.” He squeezes my butt and pulls me closer.

“Madelyn.” The way he says my full name makes my stomach churn. It doesn’t feel right.

No one calls me Madelyn besides Kayden.

“Get on the bed,” Cal says, our lips breaking apart.

I’m surprised by how fast he’s going. How little preparation and effort he’s putting in.

But, still, I decide to follow along. It’s time I get done with it.

Sex isn’t a big deal. I’m not the type of girl who always dreamed of having her first time with the love of her life.

I lie down on the bed behind us, propping myself on my elbows and staring as Cal walks over to me.

“D-do you have a condom?” I ask.

He laughs, digging out his jeans pockets and pulling out a white wrapping. “Yep. Right here.”

Climbing over me on the bed, he traps me under him and leans in to kiss me again. This time, his hand squeezes one of my boobs, earning a yelp from me. More from pain than from pleasure.

I close my eyes and will myself to accept it, to get lost in the moment.

Maybe, if I fool myself into liking it, I will eventually.

It won’t hurt. It’ll be fine. It’ll feel good. The amount of lies I’m telling myself to get through this is innumerable.

Cal kisses me and treats my boob like a stress ball.

Then I hear his zipper.

My heart races, and nerves fill up my core.

I’m really doing this. I’m going to have my first time right here, right now.

He brings his hands inside my dress, his fingers digging out the waistband of my panties.

I let him pull them down and set them aside on the bed.

“Perfect,” he says.

I open my eyes to watch him roll the condom over his dick.

I lift my skirt up, and he eases himself onto me.

The texture of the rubber grazes my center, scratching me as he rubs himself against it.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

I gnaw at my lip to mask my shock. Cal isn’t even bothering to get me ready for him.

The words choke in my throat. Could you shove your saliva and your fingers in my pussy before you actually insert your penis?