Page 64 of Make You Mine

“Oh, yes.” Her words startle me. “More. Kayden, please. Press harder.”

I realize that it’s my hand she craves on her neck, that it’s giving her that edge she needs, as she keeps rubbing herself on me, and stretches her arm to wrap it around my palm, tightening my grip on her.

Kinky little sinner. She’s a little freak.

She’s riding me like a cowboy, and I’m cutting off her airway, and she’s about to fucking come on my thigh.

“Little freak,” I murmur. “You like this?”

I press. Her mouth makes a gagging sound.

Her eyes are half-closed, yet she nods, full of lust.

“Good. Now ride my fucking thigh like a good girl.”

My words do something to her. She slides forward and heightens her pace, slamming herself back and forth against me. Non-stop torture as my cock grows bigger and bigger.

I’m burning, and fucking turned on from watching her fucking herself against me.

The blood in my dick is pulsating throughout my body.

“Come for me, Madelyn. I want you to soak my thigh.” My breath’s ragged. “I’m fucking yours to use. So, use me.”

Her eyes are still on mine, and they widen as I say those words, stopping the time between us.

I never want this to end. I never want to let her go. I want to strap her to my thigh.

She resumes the stroking, going back and forth as little oh’s form in her mouth.

Watching her get off on me is such a satisfying feeling. I never thought I’d enjoy it as much as I am.

I am not a giver by any means. I don’t thrive on anyone’s satisfaction but my own. But, with my little demon, it’s always the same. I want to see her break apart. I want to be the reason she’s lost in ecstasy.

Fuck, I want to taste her so bad.

“Oh, my God. I’m coming.”

Thrust.

Thrust.

“Kayden.”

Her voice saying my name does it for me, and an explosion erupts in my pants.

My own orgasm reaches me within seconds of Madelyn trembling over my thigh and releasing herself on me.

Fuck. Did I just come in my pants?

And she didn’t even touch me. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life, too.

Oh, heck. I guess there’s a new saying. Save a horse, ride my fucking thigh all you want, Little Demon.

Anytime you want.

I move her off my thigh and sit her on the sofa, and she lets me. Her face is a riddle of emotions with every little breath she takes, her body still shaking.

“Are you okay there?”