Page 142 of Make You Mine

She arches her back, forcing her body tighter against mine. I groan, breathing hot air onto her nipple, before switching to the other and giving it the same care.

She moans under my touch, my tongue dancing around her sensitive skin, as my hand plays with the zipper on her back. Seconds later, her dress is falling to the ground, revealing her black panties that match her whole attire.

I step back and delight myself in her.

She’s stunning. Both me and my cock appreciate the view, and she knows it.

Madelyn smiles, stepping closer to me again, begging to reduce the distance between us.

Her hands fall on my gown, undoing the knot and pulling it off, then slowly unbuttoning my black shirt. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she does, until my shirt is ripped open and my biceps are revealed.

The tattoos on my chest are proudly displayed, and she traces a finger around them.

“I like these,” she says.

The constellations, a flaming heart, and a bowtie, all in black.

The tattoos I got of things that remind me of her. She has no idea.

“I knew you would. Maybe I’ll tell you about them sometime,” I say, my breath ragged.

“Can’t wait.” Maddy licks her lips before toying with my belt and unbuckling it.

My boxers are the last step. She wastes no time in pulling out my cock and falling to her knees.

She spits onto her own hand, and I groan as she strokes my length.

It’s when her mouth is full of me, and I’m panting from the way she’s sucking me off with her hot, wet tongue, that I tug at her hair and pull out my dick.

I want to fuck her mouth so bad, fill her up with my cum, and have her lick off every single drop. But what I want even more than that is to be inside her. Have my cock in her pussy as she begs me for more.

“No.” She whines, her hands gripping my shaft and making me gasp. “I’m not done.”

“What a fucking good girl, so eager to suck my cock.”

How can I deprive her of such thing when she’s claiming what’s hers?

She hangs on there for a few seconds, waiting for confirmation, for me to stop her again. Except I don’t.

I embrace her, allow her to place both hands on my ass, pressing my cheeks through the fabric as she takes my pulsating cock into her wet mouth again, and I meet paradise.

She bobs her head back and forth, slamming my whole length against her throat.

“Fuck, yes. Keep going.”

The euphoria is indescribable.

Every graze of her tongue on my scorching hot skin makes me want to buy a different star in the sky and name it after her. And God, I fucking hate stars, but she has that effect on me, it alters my brain chemistry. Because as she slides her tongue up and down my shaft, while one of her hands plays with my balls, all I can see is them—fucking stars.

I lock my gaze on her. My real star. The only one that shines in my sky. Taking my cock so well in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she speeds up, and I’m taken on a ride I’ve never been on before.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my breath quickens.

“Maddy, yes. Choke on my cock.”

Now, I’m the one bucking my hips, shoving my dick into her mouth and thrusting forward, wanting, needing her deeper. I’m almost there.

I groan so hard, I surely hope the walls in this gym are soundproof.