Page 63 of Make You Mine

She stands up on a corner, unhooking the straps of her overall dress and letting it fall to the floor. Then, rolling up the long-sleeved shirt she’s wearing over her head and throwing it on the floor.

God, she’s giving me a show and gnawing at her lip.

My breath hitches.

“What are you doing?”

I should turn into a beast, devour her, yet, I’m frozen. Years of anticipation building up inside me, and I can’t move. I’ve been fucking waiting for this to happen.

She’s wearing a white lacy bra, her tits sitting perfectly tight in it.

She presses her thumbs onto the waistband of her pale pantyhose and pulls them down too, tossing them over the pile of clothes. Her pink panties with a little red heart in the middle welcome me.

“I’m taking what I want,” she says. She doesn’t give me enough time to appreciate the view. Madelyn goes down on her knees and crawls to me—painfully slow—stopping between my legs.

She presses both palms to my knees, before pulling my hands away and uncovering my bulge.

“I knew it.” She licks her lips.

My little demon lifts herself up and sits on my left leg as if she’s riding a horse.

She grabs my face with one hand, forcing my eyes on hers as she starts moving back and forth on my leg.

“Madelyn…” I groan. The friction of her actions, the thought and understanding of what she’s doing, her center rubbing against me…I can’t—“We shouldn’t do this.”

She leans forward, pulls the collar of my shirt towards her, and whispers in my ear, “It’s okay, Kayden. No one has to know.”

And I’m gone.

I was trying to do the right thing, be the good guy for once. Not take advantage of the situation.

She’s drunk, she doesn’t mean any of this. Tomorrow, I’ll be nothing but a ghost. But, Madelyn is riding my leg, and fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

The tightness in my pants grows.

We don’t kiss. We don’t even touch. Well, technically, my leg is touching her. But the intensity of the moment, as she slides back and forth along my thigh, and doesn’t break eye contact, is brutal.

My heart is racing.

The fabric of my slacks is soaked, wet from Maddy’s fluids, running down her inner thighs, through her underwear.

“Fuck.” I groan, pressing my hands to the small of her back and dragging her to me.

Little moans fall from her mouth, music to my ears.

I’m feeling every single thing she’s feeling as she arches her back, tilting her head back now, and closing her eyes. “Hmmm.” My little demon gifts me little moans.

I wrap my hands around her neck, forcing her to straighten her head, open her eyes.

“Eyes on me, Madelyn.”

The beast in me comes out, asking for dominance, to watch how he makes my little demon fall apart under them.

Pre-cum leaks out of my head with every grind of her pussy on me, and I’m not even touching myself.

The need is so damn big. I want to push my hand into my pants, take my cock out, and ram it into Maddy’s needy cunt.

I bet it would feel so good. So fulfilling. So tight.