Page 110 of Made for Cyn

He’s so beautiful that I’m lost when he grabs my face and says softly, “Beauty, I’ve never cared what a chick does before, but I definitely fucking care when it comes to you.”

My chest warms, and I smile when he pulls me into his arms and kisses me. The tangle of our tongues creates a surge of tingles in my core, and I moan into his mouth. He pulls back, staring at me with lidded eyes, and I stand, peeling off my jeans and throwing my shirt over my shoulder.

With a glittering stare, he unbuttons his pants and strokes his dick while I gaze with wide eyes until I can stand it no more and I slide down his length.

“Fuck,” he groans. His beauty steals my breath and, wanting to be naughty with this brilliant specimen, I lean back and touch my clit, shyly.

His eyes brighten and he twitches inside of me before he smirks and says huskily, “That’s hot.”

With a smile, I grab my boob with my other hand and writhe around on him, surprised when an orgasm pulses at my core. Knowing he’s watching me brings out something uninhibited and I start to ride him clumsily, seeking out the completion that buzzes at the edges of my vision.

He pushes me over gently and surges into me, over and over, until I cry out and spill around him. Collapsing to the cushion, I watch him pump into me, the action almost sweet compared to the other times until he sighs and releases, his warmth spreading across me in waves.

After, we lie connected, his chest pressed against mine, and I breathe him in, wishing we could stay like this forever.

But it’s not meant to be, and he pulls away with a frown, saying gruffly, “The boys are probably getting impatient.”

Blushing to the roots of my hair, I right myself as he chuckles and brushes my hair back from my face before kissing me on the lips.

With a sigh, I watch with hearts in my eyes as he texts one of the guys. From my vantage point beside him, I spy his background picture, and it’s the image of me that I sent him by accident.

Holy shit. I turn away with a giddy smile and hug the knowledge to my chest.

Jig comes in with a smirk, Bastion behind him, and I can tell he’s gearing up for an embarrassing comment when Cyn cuts him off with a warning look. “We’re going to a party tonight.”

I look between them. Does this include me?

Frankly, I’ve only ever seen him fuck chicks at parties, so I’m not sure where I stand, but I know I have to go if only to make sure he’s fucking me, even if I have no desire to be just another girl.

It’s a problem for sure.

Jig nods, his sparkling eyes turning dull, and it’s this which catches my attention because he’s always up for a party, especially with chicks.

“Where?” I ask.

Cyn gives me a moody look, and before he can say anything, I mutter, “I’m going.”

His mouth curves in a smile, but his tone is decidedly grim when he says, “I know.”

“Why don’t you look happy about it?”

“Because, beauty, we’ll be in mixed company. You will stick to my side, do you understand?”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Bastion asks.

“No,” Cyn says.

“Then why—”

“Hate.”

Glancing between them with no small amount of frustration, I ask, “Hate’s a person, then?”

Cyn turns to me with a cool smile. “Hate’s my cousin.”

Okay, I guess I was right and I’m going to formally meet Cyn’s cousin, which doesn’t give me the warm fuzzies, by the way.

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