All Chapters of Make Me Yours, Sir: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

“Yes—please—fill me up,” I sobbed, still coming, my body trembling. “I hate you… but I need your cum inside me. Give it to me.”With a deep, guttural roar that seemed to tear from the very depths of his chest, Malakai buried himself to the hilt inside me and came hard.I felt every powerful spurt — thick, hot ropes of cum flooding my pussy in heavy, pulsing jets, painting my inner walls as his cock throbbed and jerked violently deep inside me. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing me straight into another smaller, shuddering orgasm. My walls fluttered and clenched around him, milking every last drop as fresh waves of pleasure rippled through my exhausted body. I could feel it all — warm, sticky, and so much of it — filling me until I felt swollen and claimed, his seed already starting to leak out around his thick shaft even while he was still buried deep.“Fuck—take it all, baby,” he groaned, his voice raw and broken with pleasure as he ground his hips in slow, filthy circles, pu

My pussy clenched hard at the command, even as anger flared hot in my chest. He was really watching me. If he thought I was just going to do what he said like an obedient little toy, then he had another thing coming.I replied quickly, my thumbs flying over the screen.Me: No.His reply was almost immediate.Malakai: Don’t test me, Lena.I didn’t reply. Instead I turned to Mark with a bright, teasing smile and asked him to come dance with me. We moved to the center of the dance floor, the bass vibrating up through the floor and into my bones. I began grinding on him shamelessly, rolling my hips back against his, feeling the growing hardness of his cock press insistently against my ass through his jeans. The thin fabric of my dress rode higher with every movement, the hem barely covering the curve of my ass. I knew Malakai was watching somewhere in the crowd. I wanted him to see. I wanted him to burn with jealousy the way he made me burn with need every single day.Mark’s hands

His hands gripped my ass with both hands now, holding me up as he started fucking me with deep, powerful strokes, bouncing me up and down on his cock like I weighed nothing. Every downward thrust drove him impossibly deeper, his cock hitting my G-spot with brutal precision, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through my entire body. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin filled the small bathroom, mixing with my helpless moans and his low, animalistic growls. I ran my hands through his hair, gripping it tightly as he fucked me, my moans turning into desperate, broken cries. “Fuck—Malakai—your cock is so deep,” I gasped, pulling his hair harder as pleasure shot through me like lightning. “It’s hitting my G-spot so hard… don’t stop… fuck me harder… use me… please use me…” He groaned loudly, his hips snapping up to meet every bounce, driving his cock even deeper. “That’s it, baby. Pull my hair. Show me how much you need this cock. You love getting fucked like a whore against the wa

The air changed. Nobody moved. Nobody made a sound that wasn’t already happening. But something shifted, like the pressure in the room had just dropped. I felt Tyler look at me. Felt Marcus go still beside him. Felt every pair of eyes rearrange themselves around the two of us. Logan went quiet. His shoulders changed. He turned his head slowly and looked at me, and the look on his face— He didn’t look surprised. Didn’t look like he wanted to laugh it off or tell Jake to fuck off. He looked like he’d been waiting for someone to say it out loud. “Come on, Vee,” he said. His voice was different. Lower. Rougher. Like something had been scraped raw. He said my name like he was putting it down carefully, like it mattered. “You heard him.” He stood up. The room got very small. I stood too. My body moved before my brain caught up. He was taller than I remembered when we were this close with nothing between us. I had to tilt my chin up to meet his eyes. He was watching me with t

Jake shifted in the chair, one hand adjusting the obvious bulge in his own jeans. “Suck harder, Logan. Leave a mark. Let her remember this tomorrow when she’s trying to pretend she’s still a good girl.”Logan’s mouth moved lower, across my collarbone, then down. He didn’t hesitate. He closed his lips around one tight nipple and sucked, hard and rhythmic, tongue flicking. I cried out, hips bucking forward, and felt the thick length of his cock press against my stomach through his jeans.“Oh my god—”He switched to the other nipple, biting just enough to make me gasp, then soothing it with his tongue. One of his hands slid down and cupped my ass, fingers digging in, pulling me harder against him. I could feel how big he was, how hard, the way he was throbbing in time with the pull of his mouth.Marcus’s voice was low and filthy. “Bet she tastes sweet. You gonna find out, Logan? Dare says anywhere you want.”Logan pulled off my nipple with a wet sound and looked up at me, lips shiny, eye