Page 51 of Made for Cyn

Glancing at Cyn, who’s driving with a single-minded intensity, I think, yes, it will feel good, too. How could it not? I’m wet already, and he’s just driving like a boss. His hands are clenched around the wheel, and for the first time, I notice how long and graceful they are, which inspires me to squirm in my seat because soon, those hands will be touching me in places never exposed before.

The ride is all too long and short as I contemplate Cyn and all the things he’s going to do to me, which, to be clear, are probably nowhere near what this domineering guy can do.

We pull up to a small house that’s completely dark but for the light on the porch, and he puts the vehicle in park as I stare at the facade.

“Where are we?” I ask, shivering when he looks at me with a moody expression. What’s he thinking? Is he regretting this already?

“My house.”

“Oh. Aren’t your, um, parents home?” I stutter, horrified at the thought of doing it—this—with his parents in the other room.

His mouth curves into a devastating smirk and he says in a low rumble, “No beauty, it’s just you and me.”

Oh. Shit. Squirming in my seat, I exit as he rounds the side and takes my hand once more before pulling me up to the door and pausing to unlock it.

It’s dark inside, and I can’t see much beyond the fact that it’s small and lived-in but clean, with the smell of lemon disinfectant assailing my nose as he escorts me down the hall and into the last room on the left.

Once I’m in, he closes the door with a firm click and pulls me around and into his arms. My heart is beating so fast that I can feel the pulse in my throat as he leans in and licks my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth ravenously.

Shit. Tingles immediately surge in my core, and with a moan, I clutch his biceps. His mouth pulls back in a delicious quirk and he pulls me toward the bed, sitting down before maneuvering me, so I’m straddling him. I’m simultaneously achy and terrified when I wrap my knees around his waist and wait for his next move.

He traces my features with his eyes before brushing the hair back from my face and murmuring, “Beautiful.”

My heart free falls before I forget everything when he takes my mouth again, running his tongue along mine in gentle but heated strokes. Eagerly I follow, shivering under his groan when he sucks my tongue into his mouth. All I can do is hold on to his shoulders as he commands me, writhing desperately on the ridge of his dick that I can feel all too easily through the thin layer of my panties.

“Cyn,” I moan, my head falling back at the intensity rising in me like a wildfire. Only to gasp when he grabs my ass, the warmth of his hands searing as he bucks into me lewdly, his liquid eyes dropping to my tits.

“Fuck.” Wrapping his arms around my waist, he lays me on the bed before hovering over me with a fiery gaze. Wide-eyed, I stare into his beautiful eyes, moaning when he nips my lip with his teeth.

With a devastating smirk, he licks his lips before kissing the corner of my mouth, my jaw, and moving down to my throat. The gentle caress leaves a trail of tingles in his wake. Frozen, I stare at the ceiling, my heart pounding in my chest until he sucks my pulse into his mouth, and I arch off the bed.

“Cyn!” I rasp, breathless as he creates a need so great that I can’t contain the sound.

“Mm,” he groans, licking down my chest until he reaches my cleavage, where he drops between the globes and thrusts his tongue between them.

“Oh,” I moan, grabbing his hair.

He thumbs my nipple through my dress, and it tightens painfully, creating a delicious throb in my aching clit. The sensation is more than I ever thought possible, and I shift beneath him, my heart stopping when he glances up at me through lidded eyes and pushes my dress under my boobs, followed by the cups of my bra.

Before I have time to be shy, he’s latched onto a nipple, and I’m bucking into the air.

My entire body feels electrified, and I collapse back to the bed when he grabs my other boob and massages, twirling the nipple between his fingers. Heat floods my veins, and I writhe below him, keening my pleasure, lost to everything but his scorching touch.

With a groan, he pulls back and palms my core, the thin cotton of my panties no match for the heat of his hand. “I like this dress, beauty, but only if you wear it for me. Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His naughty words and guttural tone only make me wetter, and he rears up and stares at me with glittering eyes as he slides a finger inside of me. It feels wicked and warm, but there’s also a slight sting, and the onslaught rushes through me, leaving me disoriented.

His brows drop over his eyes and he searches my gaze before smiling wickedly and taking my mouth in a kiss, all the while he pumps into me. I’m a slavering mess of need and confusion, and I dance along his finger, pleasure surging through me on wings of fire.

“So hot,” he mutters, and before I know it, I’m divested of my clothes, and he’s kneeling before me on the bed, spreading my legs wide.

But he pauses, staring at me, where no boy has ever been before, and I arch against him, gasping when he looks up at me with feral eyes. “I’m gonna enjoy this, beauty.”

I have no time to ponder his words before he’s licking between my lips greedily.

“Oh god, Cyn,” I moan, bucking into his face.

Chuckling, he licks me up and down several times before dipping inside, and I cry out, clutching the covers between my hands. If I thought his fingers were sinful, his tongue is the devil himself. Everything crashes through me at once, and all I can do is hold on for the ride.

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