Page 102 of Don't Make Me Beg
“Breathe for me, baby,” he coos, and it’s only then that I realize I’ve been holding my breath.
I suck in a lungful of air just as Luka slides a finger inside me. There’s a sharp pinch, and then my orgasm erupts. Pleasure shoots through me in every direction, consuming me like a riptide. The only choice I have is to surrender.
“That’s my good girl,” he says, as he kisses the back of my neck, the smile in his voice anchoring me back to the earth.
I feel a dopey smile of my own spread over my face as he flips me over to my back and slides my ruined panties down my legs, before tossing them somewhere on the floor. I bite my lip as nervous excitement flutters in my belly, already preparing myself for the sharp, searing pain I now know to expect.
“This is how it was supposed to happen. I promise to go easy on you this time,” he says as he climbs over me and removes my shirt, tossing it to the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes.
I blink into the pitch-black room. Luka must be thinking the same thing, because the next thing I know, the blackout curtains start to retract, letting in the soft gray light of the stormy sky.
I can feel the heat from Luka’s gaze warming my exposed skin as I lie there with my arms above my head, my naked body completely at his mercy. There’s a challenge in his gaze, dark and hungry, as he slides his hand slowly up and down his massive cock. The look in his eyes is nothing short of carnal possession, a silent promise that he’s going to ruin me in the best possible way. Like he can’t decide what to do first, worship me or plan my destruction.
Either one suits me just fine.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he commands, his voice rough and thick with lust.
I obey without hesitation, keeping my eyes locked on his; my body buzzing with anticipation, desperate to please him. But when I look into his eyes, it’s not lust I see, it’s awe.
He looks at me with reverence, like I’m a goddess to be worshipped, like he’s the lucky one, privileged just to kneel at my altar.
It knocks me off kilter and steals the breath from my lungs.
When he looks at me like that, I don’t just feel desired. I feel chosen. Adored. Revered.
For the first time in my life, I don’t just hope I’m worthy of love.
I actually believe it.
“Look how hard you got me,” he groans under his breath as he lines his thick head up to my entrance and slowly pushes inside. “Fuck, baby, your pussy is so goddamn tight,” he hisses against my ear. I feel his muscles trembling as he holds himself up, trying to ease himself inside as slowly and gently as possible.
The sharp stabbing pain is intense, and I suck in a breath as my body adjusts. One stray tear falls from the corner of my eye, and Luka wipes it away with his thumb.
“You’re doing so well, Scout, almost there,” he whispers as he begins to pump his hips, inching himself a little deeper with every thrust. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I wish you could see what I’m seeing right now.”
He moves one hand behind my neck to brace himself, as he palms my breast with the other, teasing my hardened nipple with his thumb. Ripples of heat shoot through me with his every touch, and I bite my lip as the pain slowly subsides, the sharp sting fading into a dull ache. And before I know it, he’s fully inside of me.
“Fuck, baby,” Luka hisses. “Look how fucking wet you are for me. Just for my cock.” He rocks inside me, his thumb moving back down to stroke my clit.
“Yes, Luka, don’t stop.” I arch my back, my nails digging into his back as I feel a new type of pleasure building inside me.
His lips cover mine in a possessive kiss as he continues to stroke my clit, his hips driving his thick cock deeper inside me. He presses my arm above my head, our fingers interlacing. With every stroke, I fall a little further, surrendering a little more of myself.
“Goddamnit, baby. You take my cock so well,” he hisses between clenched teeth, and I can see he’s fighting himself, fighting to hold on a little while longer. “Who’s pussy am I fucking right now?”
“Yours,” I pant, my tits bouncing as he drives inside me harder, his perfect cock wrecking me for anyone else.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers, then gives it a firm pinch. Pleasure sparks through me like an electric current.
I toss my head back as a scream tears through my lungs. “Yours,” I gasp again, the word unraveling as the pleasure climbs higher. “Only yours.”
I feel my walls begin to tighten, and I know I’m getting close.
“That’s fucking right,” he grunts, his thrusts growing rougher as his grip tightens on my breast. He surrounds me, devours me, like he plans to leave his mark on every inch of my skin. “This sweet cunt is mine to fuck anytime I want. You belong to me. Nobody else.”
“Yes. God. Oh fuck,” I cry out, my head falling back as my orgasm explodes inside me, powerful and consuming, like a lightning bolt.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking pretty when you come on my cock.” He palms my breasts, swirling his warm tongue over one nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.
