Page 144 of Make You Mine

The other forces my thighs to spread.

“Open wide, Little Demon.”

He lowers himself to the floor, resting on his knees. Steam forms around us, and he’s placing himself right at my pussy, staring at it as if I’m some piece of art. Water drips down his hair, and it doesn’t faze him. He doesn’t look away.

The way he’s hypnotized by me makes my core clench. My whole-body is overheating and bursting with happiness.

“Such a pretty cunt.” He parts my folds with his thumb.

I squirm against his touch.

“I can’t believe it’s mine.”

“Always yours, Kayden. As long as you want me.”

He rubs that same thumb over my clit, circling it and earning a yelp of pleasure from me.

God, it feels so good.

“Such a naughty girl,” Kayden says, a smile spreading across his lips. His index finger traces a line on my slit, coated with my arousal.

“So wet already.” He groans, adding another finger and sliding it across my pussy lips back and forth. “So eager for her brother’s cock.”

“Yes,” I admit. “I am.”

He plunges both fingers inside me, and I’m ready. The words make my pussy clench around his thick fingers. They’re not as good as his cock inside me, but close enough.

A moan slips free, and I roll my hips against him. Rocking myself back and forth. Eager to feel him deeper.

“So fucking greedy,” Kayden says. “You’re going to make a mess on my hand, Maddy.”

I lower myself onto his fingers, forcing them in and out of my pussy.

He curls them inside me, clinging to me instead of letting go, hitting that sweet spot.

My release curls low in my stomach, the waterfall between us disguising my moans. I’m close.

Despite having wasted all these years yearning for each other, wanting something we thought we couldn’t have, it’s as if he knows exactly what kind of touch I need. He’s naturally talented at giving me the pleasure I crave.

His hands were meant to be on my body.

He pulls his fingers out of my pussy, and disappointment washes over me.

I’m clenching around air, empty, and I whimper.

“What’s the matter, baby? You wanted me to make you come with just my fingers?”

I gnaw at my lip, stare down at him, and nod.

“I told you I’m going to claim you, Madelyn. Me, not my hand.”

He’s still kneeling, and he smirks before guiding his eyes to what’s in front of him.

With one hand, he parts my lips again, staring right at my pussy. He sticks his tongue out and licks, tasting me, his mouth molding against my sex with ease.

My back arches, the memory of a couple of nights ago in my bed flashes through my head, so similar, yet so different.

“So fucking sweet and wet for me,” Kayden whispers between licks.