Page 69 of Make You Beg

“Don’t be shy. Use your words.”

Kayden quickens his pace with his thumb, making my clit pulse.

A wave of warmth fills me up, and I drop my head back again, not wanting to stare at Kayden, shame filling up my lungs that I’m letting him do this, ruin me this way.

I’m a very sick woman.

“God.” I whimper as his tongue destroys my folds, going faster and deeper, as he explores my body.

One hand is held precisely against my thigh, forcing it open, the other never leaves my clit, making me stare at the night stars.

“Not God. You know my name. You can say it while I fuck you with my tongue.”

I gnaw at my bottom lip, not wanting to give up to him.

He puts pressure on my clit with his thumb, making it hurt in a way I don’t hate.

Maybe I like a little pain.

“Say it,” Kayden demands.

His tongue goes in back-and-forth motions again, tasting all of me, bringing a wonderful twirl of pleasure through me.

I hold back, moaning and breathing heavily through every delicious stroke.

But I won’t give it to him. I won’t.

He’s cruel, doing this to me.

My body tightens as he pushes two fingers inside me. I arch myself towards him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Kayden groans. “Let’s stretch you a little.” He holds my hips with his free hand, the other busy playing with my pussy. “Ride my fingers.”

I don’t want to do it, but the buildup inside me is too strong.

I need this release. I want to have him deeper, brush against me, and make this yearning pleasure spread throughout me. Let me go.

“Come on, you know you want it. Just push yourself up and down as if you were riding my cock, Little Demon.”

My eyes are half-closed, my pussy is stuffed with his fingers, a feeling of fullness and pressure, begging to be released.

I look away and start moving.

“That’s it.”

I go faster, pleasure spreading through my thighs, growing with every move I make. Arousal oozes out of me, soaking Kayden’s hand as I keep riding it, sliding myself up and down his fingers. With every move, my ass touches the cold metal of the car, bringing a certain rush to my veins. His thumb strokes my clit at the same time, and that adds the extra pressure I needed to get me higher.

“Fuck, you feel good on my fingers.” Kayden’s words make no sense because I’m the one taking all the pleasure, and that makes my pussy clench even harder. “Look at you, dripping wet, soaking my hand with your juices. Keep going.”

“K-Kayden,” I moan.

When I steal a glance at him, a smirk coats his lips. He curls his fingers inside me.

“Yes, baby?”

Pleasure intensifies in my core with every new move. “I think I’m going to⁠—”

“Wait,” he says, sliding his fingers out of me.