Page 44 of Make Me Feel Again

“Your eyes remain on me at all times.” His voice has me rubbing at my clit with two fingers now.

“Keep your fingers on your clit, don’t you dare fill that hole of yours, that hole is mine, only I do that.” His authoritative tone has me whimpering as I rub my clit faster.

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“Cash,” I whimper. I don’t want to rub my clit. I want him to.

“Tell me,” he whispers before taking another sip of his fizz, his eyes not leaving mine once.

“It feels good, but I want it to be you.” His jaw clenches. I moan at the tingle in my lower belly.

“Cash . . .” I let my head drop back and close my eyes.

“Eyes” is all Cash says, and my head snaps up, eyes wide. “If you close them again, I won’t let you come.”

I gasp. As if he could stop me.

He raises his eyebrow like he just read my thoughts. “If you want to come on my dick, then you best listen to me when I tell you to keep your eyes on me.” I nod frantically.

“Tell me how much you want my dick, Rylee.” I can’t form any words because all I want to do is come, but I can’t. I let out a frustrated moan.

“If you tell me, you can have it.” My breathing increases and my fingers get faster at the thought of his dick filling me.

“I want it, Cash, I want you to fill me, and . . . “ I stop myself for a minute but the way I’m feeling right now I want him to mark me as his in any way he needs too. “I want you to come in me.” I’m on the pill now, and haven’t mentioned it to him, it’s not something I need to tell him, so having sex without a condom won’t be the end of the world.

His jaw clenched as his eyes flare.

“Get over here now.” I freeze to the spot.

“Don’t make me ask you again.” I shuffle on my knees to him, until his knees graze my hips.

“Come sit on me.” I stand, then straddle him on the seat.

“Sit,” he says. I drop onto him, and a moan escapes my throat as his erection presses into my center. His finger grazes my waist up to the side of my boob. My body shivers, then I grind on his dick. He chuckles and my eyes find his.

“So needy, Rylee.”

I moan. “Please, Cash.”

“Please what?” I don’t know when he became patient, but I don’t like it. I like when he overpowers me and fucks me senseless.

“Fuck me,” I say through gritted teeth.

He tugs at the strings on my back, untying my top, then runs his finger up the length of my spine and undoes the strings at my neck. My breathing accelerates, and I continue gyrating on his dick as the top drops into the water and floats away.

My nipples stand at attention, and Cash devours them with his eyes. Water drips from each nipple as he comes closer, then his eyes flick up to mine and he blows on my nipple. His warm breath mixing with the cold air has me gripping his shoulders. He brings his lips over one nipple and sucks. A loud moan escapes me, then he sucks my nipple harder and his teeth graze it before he lets go with a pop.

He brings his hand up to the other nipple playing, pinching, squeezing. I move faster when the tingling sensation grows in my lower stomach. I allow my head to roll back, ready to come, but Cash grips my cheeks and yanks my head forward.

“I want you to watch me when you come.” Those words send me over the edge, Cash’s eyes track my face as he continues to play with my nipple. He pushes himself up so his dick rubs into me harder, prolonging the wave washing over me. I suck in a sharp breath.

“Fuck, Rylee. You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.” He grips the back of my neck, pulling me to his mouth, devours my entire soul, and consumes me in every way. His finger traces my bikini line as he moves my panties to the side. His thumb grazes my clit, and I jolt, but his grip keeps me in his lap.

His lips leave mine as he says, “I’m nowhere near done with you. I’ll never be done with you.” In one swift movement, he fills me, and I gasp as my body molds to him.

“Fuck, your pussy is still fluttering.”

“Breathe for me, angel.”

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