Page 90 of Made for Cyn
“That’s fucking hypocritical.”
“Maybe it is, but I don’t fucking care. And you will tell me who beat you. Was it your uncle?”
My heart skips a beat, and licking my lips, I say as casually as possible, “No.”
I know I considered telling Cyn before, but everything is changing so quickly that I need to get my bearings, and I don’t truly know if I can trust him.
At this point, I don’t know who to trust, and it’s a really lonely place to be.
“Liar,” he breathes, turning around and leading me back into the nearest room, which happens to be the bathroom.
Once inside, he shuts the door behind him and locks it before stalking toward me. I put my hand up to stop him because I don’t know if I can do this, but he steps into my palm, and my fingers tingle against his warm, hard chest.
“No, not with her—”
“I didn’t fuck her,” he growls, picking me up and setting me on the sink.
“Cyn,” I moan as he dips his head and steals a kiss, licking into my mouth and tangling with my tongue.
“Mm,” he hums, pulling my hips forward and rubbing his erection against my core.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper, and his mouth curves into a devastating smile.
“Making you feel good, beauty,” he rumbles, kissing down my neck, and biting into my shoulder.
My limbs liquefy and I spasm under his mouth, shuddering as heat rushes through me. He hums under his breath, licking the spot with his tongue, and I shiver, whispering, “Cyn.”
His nostrils flare and he pulls my shirt up, staring at my breasts. Whimpering, I arch into him, squirming on the hard counter when he palms me with his warm hands. His lips curl in a devastating smirk and he leans in, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
“Please,” I cry, bucking into his dick on a breathless plea.
“Sh, beauty, I know what you need,” he croons, pulling my pants down my legs.
And I spread my thighs wide in invitation, meeting his stare when he raises his dilated eyes to mine. We gaze at each other for a breathless moment before he growls and drops to his knees.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as he covers me with his warm, wet tongue.
He presses it flat against my button before twirling it around and I fly over immediately, convulsing against his wicked mouth.
With a harsh growl, he laps me up, his hum vibrating his throat while I sag against the counter. My limbs tremble and I can barely hold up my weight as he suckles me gently before running his fingers between my folds.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, and I look up at him dumbly.
“N-no,” I say, and he groans, standing to his feet and pulling his erection free.
Fisting it in his palm, he tugs harshly before sliding on a condom and before I know it, he’s surging into me.
Leaning my head against the mirror, I watch through lidded eyes as he stares at my bouncing boobs, his eyes alight with naked desire. He’s pounding me harshly, his hips smacking against my ass and the ridge of his erection feels delicious along my walls.
When he shifts, changing his angle, I moan, my core fluttering and I thrash my head against the mirror.
His sparkling emerald eyes fly to mine before he surges against me, and I cry out, miraculously orgasming again.
“Yes,” he groans, bucking into me, “take it, beauty. Take my dick. I’ll fuck you so good you’ll never want another dick again.”
My chest clenches at his stark words and I clutch his arms, whispering, “Cyn.”
He looks up at me with eyes so black I can hardly see his beautiful irises and my stomach lurches as I say, “I don’t want another one now. Only you.”
