Page 70 of Make You Beg

The sudden emptiness overwhelms me.

“I want you to come all over my mouth, baby,” he says. “Lean back.”

I follow his words, eager to feel full again.

He fixes his head between my legs and dips his mouth onto my pussy, taking control over everything, pushing his fingers back inside me, in and out, in swift motions.

My eyes almost roll to the back of my head as I roll my hips against him.

His fingers come out of my pussy once more, and disappointment floods me.

He licks them up before pulling me down, further toward him, so he can press his hand to my neck.

“Eyes on me, Madelyn,” he says. “I want you to look at me while I feast on your needy cunt and make you come.”

The necklace he’s making on my neck, slightly cutting off air to my lungs, brings a whole new level of excitement. Pumping adrenaline right through my veins.

His tongue parts my pussy lips, and he licks, giving me powerful strokes back-and-forth. His hand stays on my neck the whole time, and his eyes are too. I can’t break contact. My breath staggers as my body struggles not to curve against him, asking him for more, deeper.

“I—I’m coming.”

His gaze is still locked on mine as my powerful release approaches, sending wonderful jolts of electricity through me, and I ride the high.

My body falling weak under his touch, a trembling mess.

He keeps licking me, cleaning up my thighs. Every single stroke makes me squirm while I shake for him.

“Who would have thought my little sister was so greedy to have me make her come?”

He runs his tongue across his lips and gets up.

“K-Kayden, that was…” I’m out of breath, and I have no idea why I even attempt to talk while my body is still pulsating.

“Amazing?” He fixes his T-shirt and dusts off his jeans. “I know.”

He closes the distance between us, towering over me. I try to compose myself over the hood of the car, pushing down my dress and tugging his leather jacket further around my shoulders.

For a second, his lips are so close to mine that I forget to breathe as my heart batters in my chest.

I think he’s about to kiss me.

He reaches for my ear instead, a chill running down my spine.

“You own me, Little Demon,” he whispers.

No. Not own.

That’s wishful thinking on my part.

Owe.

I owe him.

He will never let me forget this.

“Let’s go home. Get in the car.”

And just like that, it’s over. My first orgasm.