Page 84 of Don't Make Me Beg
Then, finally, she breaks the silence. “Butyouhaven’t even touched me.”
My body hums as I lean in. “Is that you asking me to?”
Her gaze stays locked on mine. She wets her lips, voice barely a whisper. “No, Luka… this is me begging.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Scout
“Fuck it.” Luka’s lips crash into mine, and there’s nothing sweet or tender about the way he kisses me. The moment our lips meet, it’s like lightning crashes through me, sharp and all-consuming. My whole body aches with need. I’m an ember reigniting, and he’s the oxygen in my lungs, fueling me, fanning the spark until I’m a full-blown inferno, ready to devour everything in my path.
We collapse onto the bed as he cradles the back of my neck in one hand while his other hand grips my waist in a death-like grip, like he’s still trying to compose himself. I can feel his body shaking as he holds himself over me, trying not to crush me under his weight and trying to keep himself under control.
But I don’t want his control. I want everything he has to give me. I’ve spent my whole life suppressing the feelings that were too big to understand, the words I couldn’t say, using whatever means necessary to get out of my head. But these feelings have me charging head-on. I want to dive in headfirst, to jump before I’m ready, and to surrender to the unknown, trusting that Luka will be there to catch me on the other side.
I wrap a leg around his waist, pulling his hard erection against me, needing to eliminate any space between us as my hips begin to rock. The delicious friction sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me, and it feels so incredible I can’t get enough. I deepen the pressure, arching my back as I grind against him, as he swallows my needy moans and whimpers.
Luka’s hand slides up my t-shirt, his palm cradling my rib cage as he brushes a thumb, gently caressing the swell of my breast while grinding his hard cock into my swollen clit.
Our kisses grow frenzied, my body grinding and squirming beneath his, as I drag my fingernails down his back. I’m desperate, starved out of my mind—and all I want is for him to take me, to own me, to claim me in every way.
I reach for his t-shirt, breaking our kiss long enough to tug it over his head. Luka sits up and does the same to me, sucking in a gasp as he leans back, as if taking a moment to fully appreciate the sight before him.
“Jesus, Scout, your tits are somehow even better than I imagined,” he groans before diving back in for another kiss. His hands roam up my waist, painfully slow, despite my squirming and bucking, trying to get him to touch me.
I feel his lips smile against mine, like he knows I’m frustrated that he won’t touch me, as he continues to dry hump me within an inch of my life.
It feels so good, but I need more. I need his hands on me; I need him inside me. I’m so tired of all the waiting and teasing. I’m a fiend, and if he doesn’t touch me soon, I think I may explode.
Luka sits up, his eyes dark and full of need as his hand moves to my neck as he gently traces a finger between my breasts. I arch my back, letting out a desperate whimper, my arms raising over my head, needing him to touch me anywhere…everywhere. I am completely topless, my body convulsing beneath him withneed, and I feel the heat in his eyes as he takes his fill, like he’s trying to memorize every freckle and curve.
“Please, Luka. Please. I need you. I need your hands on me,” I finally manage, begging him to put me out of my misery.
There’s a flash of heat in his eyes as he looks from my breasts to my wild gaze, and for a brief moment it almost looks like confusion—like he’s trying to decide how far to take this. I shake my head, unwilling to let his conscience kick in.
“Luka. I need you. Please,” I say desperately.
His eyes darken, and I see the moment he shifts, pushing his conscience to the backseat. He dives back down, his lips kissing and sucking my neck as his hands move to cup my breasts.
I arch my neck, giving him better access as his frantic kisses turn into nibbles as he sucks and bites me, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure to every cell in my body. He palms my breast in one hand as his other hand slides down to my boxer shorts, his fingers inching below the hem.
“Seriously, no panties? Are you trying to fucking kill me?” He grunts when his finger breaches beneath the boxers, and I can’t help but smile at his reaction. It’s not that I was expecting this to happen, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about Luka touching me and accidentally discovering I’ve been walking around the house with no underwear.
He tugs the shorts down my legs and tosses them across the room with a growl, leaving me in nothing but my Hello Kitty socks. I begin working the button of his jeans and manage to get them loose before he grabs my hands, his eyes searching mine, the silent question passing between us.
My response comes when I lean up, capturing his lips with mine. I suck his bottom lip in my mouth, biting it hard and distracting him as I pull his zipper down. His massive cock springs free because Luka’s not wearing any underwear either.
“Oh, baby, you’re going to regret that,” he hisses as he shrugs out of his jeans, kicking them off so that his hard cock rubs against my bare pussy.
The sensation is almost too much to take as I grind myself against him, painting his hard shaft with my slick heat.
“Fucking hell, baby. You’re going to make me come if you keep grinding that pretty pussy on me like a needy whore.” When I reach to take his shaft in my hand, he catches my wrist, securing both of my arms over my head with one hand while he traces his torturous fingers over my body.
I buck my hips, letting out a desperate moan as I seek any friction I can get. My clit pulses and throbs, and I’ve never felt so achingly empty.
“Please,” I plead, not even caring how desperate I may look.
Luka breathes in a deep breath, his hand still pinning both of mine above my head as he cradles my neck with the other. It feels so possessive, so dangerous, and I lift my chin, silently urging him to tighten his grip—my eyes begging him to give me what I’m so desperately asking for.
