Page 84 of Make You Beg

I roll my eyes. “Trying to kill me wasn’t enough of a high for you?”

“Not even close.”

I position myself in front of his cock again; this time, he’s holding it for me.

“Mouth open.”

I cave. One of his hands is on his length, the other guides me to him.

I’m bobbing my head back and forth in no time, as his climax builds again.

His groans and heavy breathing make me wish his cock wasn’t in my mouth, but filling up the aching space between my legs.

“Now,” he says under his breath. “Take off your panties, and hand them over.”

Is he going to…is he going to fulfill my fantasy? Is he going to fuck me right here, right now?

My heart races, my pulse running throughout my whole body. Oh, God. I don’t know if I’m ready.

I try to complain, but I can barely get a word in, my mouth still stuffed with his cock. My attempt at shaking my head causes my whole body to tremble.

“I can’t hear what you’re saying.” He laughs. “Now, do as I say, or I’ll shoot my load in your mouth. Your choice, Madelyn.”

It takes some maneuvering and struggle, but eventually I manage to pull down my pajama pants, taking them off completely, along with my underwear. Thankfully, the T-shirt I’m wearing is long enough to cover my ass.

Kayden takes my panties with one hand, turns them inside out, and pushes my head deeper with the other. “Keep going, baby, I’m almost there. You feel so damn good. Keep licking. That’s it. Good fucking girl.”

His words, both degrading and encouraging, keep me going, motivate me to lick him up and down, his length slamming in and out of my mouth.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” He moves my mouth away from him before wrapping my panties around his tip.

His posture falters, his eyes are half-lidded.

My heart hammers in my chest. I take a moment to look at Kayden in his most vulnerable moment. He rides out his own orgasm and sweat drips down his face all the way down to his ripped chest.

I did this. I made him come so hard, I left him defenseless.

The taste of his saltiness sticks to my tongue, an aftertaste I don’t want to let go.

Having this effect on Kayden gives me an adrenaline rush I didn’t know I needed.

I want to do it again. I want to make him powerless under my touch. A smile coats my lips, even if for a few seconds. I want to give in to the dark side with him.

I can’t. I can’t ever do it again.

That’s not how it works.

“Here you go.” Kayden hands me back my underwear, glistening white coating them. His cum.

I swallow, my hand hanging in the air.

“Put them on, Madelyn. Wear them and get out of here.”

I weigh up my options. There aren’t many, and if I know what’s good for me, I should follow his request.

The sight of his bodily fluids on my panties should make me squirm. Instead, it makes the pooling between my legs reappear. I gnaw at my lip. But, if I wear them…Isn’t it the same as him having come inside me? Is it…safe?

Yet, I know better than to defy him now. I know better than to linger here after we’re done.