Page 126 of Make You Mine

He lifts me onto the machine again, leaving me by the edge of it, ass hanging halfway in the air, and pulls down his pants, taking out his cock. That beautiful, thick cock that not too long ago was dripping in my mouth. I can still taste his saltiness at the tip of my tongue.

He strokes himself until he’s fully hard, and the image of his hand pumping his own length makes me want to press my legs together.

It’s so sexy.

Then, he positions himself in front of me.

“Is it going to hurt?” I ask.

He doesn’t speak this time, but nods.

I take a deep breath and let him take control. Devon runs his hand along my core, coating his palm in my arousal.

Making sure I’m ready and, God, I’m so ready.

I nod, giving him permission.

He pulls me closer to him, lowering me some, so he can rub the tip of his cock against my pussy, and a moan slips out of my mouth. He fondles my folds with his length before positioning himself in my center.

Slowly, he pushes in, scraping the surface. He continues poking, and a sharp pain takes over my body as I tighten around his shaft, until he’s in. The sensation of fullness overwhelms me. He rips through me, pushing deeper, and I scream as I adjust to his size.

His big cock is inside me, and he starts moving.

“Fuck.” A grunt. “So. Tight.”

It hurts like hell, his size ripping through my folds, splitting me in two. But I can take it.

I’ve been practicing with toys for years.

I close my eyes, willing the pain to go away. That’s it, Maddy, you can take this cock.

He continues thrusting into me, and gradually, as I hold onto him and let him lead me, pleasure overrides the pain.

“Yes.” I moan, letting him know it feels good. “Hmmm, yes.”

Fuck, finally. He goes slow and steady, respecting my need to adjust.

“Faster,” I demand. Getting impatient. I need him deeper.

He quickens the pace, and the sweet vibrations in my pussy send me plummeting to the edge.

“Yes. Just like that.”

He thrusts again, harder.

“Yes.” Thrust. “Oh, God, yes. Yes.”

He groans, and I smile.

He likes me being vocal, and I want him to be vocal, too.

“Yes, fuck me.” My voice muffled, barely audible. “Harder, please.”

He does. My orders are his to obey.

Devon presses himself to me, grabbing my ass with his hands and pushing me further onto him. I wrap my legs around him, tighten them, and our bodies bump with the machine even harder.

One pump, another.