Page 9 of Made for You
On the one hand, I was so fucking embarrassed. On the other, I’d just experienced the single most intense orgasm of my life.
Honestly, I didn’t know whether to laugh at how good it felt or cry from mortification.
Gage reached out and gently tugged my arm away, kissing the inside of my wrist. “Don’t you dare hide. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll be jerking off to that memory for weeks.”
“Really?” I blinked up at him, heat flooding my cheeks. “Because I feel like I just exploded all over you.”
“You did.” He chuckled, brushing his knuckles down the outside of my thigh, his eyes burning with intensity. “And it was fucking gorgeous.”
I groaned, throwing my arm over my face again. “Jesus Christ.”
Again, his hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling it away so he could look down at me. “No shame, Siena. You let go. That’s the sexiest damn thing a woman can do.”
I pushed up onto my elbows and looked down the length of my body to see the dark patch between my legs and the droplets coating his thighs and on his cock, which was thick and hard and standing at attention.
He fisted himself. “I can finish myself,” he told me, his voice quiet and earnest, as he shuttled his hand over his cock. “That was a lot.”
I blinked and let out a laugh that sounded half-hysterical. “Itwasa lot.” I reached for him. “But I want to make it good for you, too.”
He leaned forward and kissed the corner of my mouth. “You already did. Just watching you fall apart like that? Fuck. You’ve got no idea how much I enjoyed that. I almost came, too.”
My head jerked slightly back in wonder. “You did?”
His smile turned crooked again. “Hell yes, I did. Watching you lose control like that?” He shook his head.“You should’ve seen your face. Heard the sounds you made.” He visibly shivered as I watched his hand gliding up and down his length.
I swallowed hard, renewed desire coursing through me as I settled my hand over his to help guide his strokes. “I don’t know how much energy I’ve got left after … that … but I really want you inside of me at least once tonight.”
“You sure?”
I nodded, rolling back and opening my legs wide in invitation. “Come here, cowboy.”
His low groan seemed to vibrate through me as Gage knelt between my thighs and lined himself up. “You just lie back, sweetheart, and let me do all the work,” he said, watching himself rub the thick, flushed head through my folds, teasing me, coating himself in my arousal.
After a few seconds of teasing touches, he paused, the broad tip nudging at my entrance. He raised his eyes back up to meet mine. “Still want it rough?” he asked, his voice sounding tight with restraint. “Want me to stretch this pretty pussy around my fat cock?
My breath caught, heat blazing in my cheeks at the crudeness of his words, but I told him exactly what he wanted to hearsince it wasexactlywhat I wanted him to do. “Yes,” I whispered. “Don’t be gentle.”
Gage’s jaw flexed and drove into me in one hard thrust. He bottomed out with a groan that sounded like it had been ripped from his chest. My back arched, a helpless sound escaping my throat as the fullness threatened to overwhelm me. He’d used three fingers to open me up, but it hadn’t been enough.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take every inch.”
The stretch was intense, a slow, delicious burn that made my toes curl and my head fall back against the pillow with a groan of my own.
“Fuck,” he rasped, as he started to thrust, dipping his head forward to kiss me, a filthy slide of his tongue against mine as he continued to rock into me, his hand braced beside my head. “You take me so good. Like your pussy was made for me.”
I moaned, his filthy praise lighting me up in a way I’d never experienced before. My legs wrapped around his waist tightly, my heels digging into the backs of his thighs to pull him deeper.
He took the cue and upped his pace, his thrusts growing faster, harder—every slide hitting deep, exactly where I needed it. He palmed my breast before sucking my nipple into his mouth and pinching it between his teeth, pulling hard enough to make my back arch off the bed.
“Gage,” I gasped.
“You got one more for me?” he asked roughly.
I could barely think, let alone speak, but I nodded again, desperate and rightthere.
“Good girl,” he murmured, dragging his thumb between us to rub my clit in fast, tight circles as he fucked me through the buildup. “Let me feel your sweet pussy squeeze my cock while I fill this condom.”
My entire body tensed, and when he pinched my clit, I shattered around him, crying out his name, my orgasm flashing through me like lightning as I clutched at his shoulders.
