Page 81 of Make You Beg

“So you’re telling me you didn’t suck that guy’s dick before I caught you the other day?”

“No.”

He scoffs. “I shouldn’t be this surprised, given you were so shocked when I kissed you, and you shook way too hard after I fucked you with my tongue, but you keep surprising me. I mean, you should know how to do it at least. With the amount of porn you read.”

“That’s—” It’s a running joke between us. He doesn’t really know what I read—he couldn’t.

I don’t read my smutty books outside of my room. Not since I’ve been asked not to.

Oh. I did take one to the roof once.

Regardless, there’s a difference between reading and the real thing.

“It’s not the same,” I whisper.

Kayden cackles.

“Why is it funny?”

“It’s not,” he reassures me. “I’m not really into virgins. I don’t like teaching outside of my academic studies. But I’ll make an exception for you, sis. Let’s see if you’re a fast learner. Let’s see how good you are at fucking me with your mouth.”

I groan. It’s not enough that he’s enjoying my inexperience way too much, he also loves to endlessly mention that I’m his sister when we aren’t even related.

I take a grip on his hard length, dig my nails into it.

He growls.

“Stop calling me that when I’m on my knees about to take your cock in my mouth.”

“Why?” He cackles. “Does it annoy you to know your brother has you all hot and bothered? Willing to suck his cock like a little whore?”

He doesn’t react to the pain even though I squeeze, it’s as if he enjoys it. Instead, he grabs the back of my head, tightening his grip around my ponytail and pulling it back slightly.

I yelp.

Fucker.

“You’re not in control, Little Demon. Stop trying to be. I’ll teach you how to make me come with your mouth, okay?”

His dark blue eyes never leave mine as he says the nasty words.

I know he’s being rough, saying bad things to me, degrading me, yet my body is flustered with every one of his words. Betraying me, wanting him, wanting this. To be treated this way by him. The pooling between my thighs intensifies with every passing moment.

He pulls at my hair again, forcing me to look up. My nipples harden.

“Okay?” he demands.

“Okay.”

“Stick out your tongue.”

I do as he says.

“Now, graze the head with your tongue.”

I hesitate.

“Come on. Take it.”