Page 110 of Don't Make Me Beg
I dip my head down to meet his, bringing our lips together in a hungry kiss. It’s gentle at first as I wait for Luka to take control, to possess my mouth with his own, but then I remember he’s holding back. He wants me to show him, to tell him, exactly what I want.
My body seems to take over as I grind against him, my tongue dipping into his mouth before tracing over his bottom lip. And soon I’m reaching for the hem of his shirt. I feel his smile against my lips as he kisses me, and a sense of pride fills my chest. He leans forward to help me remove his shirt, his hand cupping my neck as he deepens our kiss.
My fingers dig into his thick hair as I slowly push his head down to my neck. He follows my lead, peppering kisses along my neck and collarbone as his hands hold my hips in a tight grip, as if he’s struggling not to take control.
“Take off my shirt,” I pant between frantic kisses, our hips grinding through the hard denim of our clothes.
Luka doesn’t miss a beat, before he’s pulling my shirt over my head, his hands roaming over my skin like he’s trying totouch me everywhere all at once. “Jesus, it’s hot when you tell me what you want.” He drags a thumb beneath the hem of my bra, like he’s silently asking for permission to touch my breasts.
Desire spreads like wildfire. I want him to do so much more than touch me. I want to be consumed by him in every way imaginable. I want to wear his marks on my skin, I want him to possess me, body and soul. I want to know what it feels like to have him inside of me, for him to wreck me in the best possible way…
So maybe I don’t get to turn off my brain tonight, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy myself.
“Take off my bra. I want you to suck my nipples,” I say, tightening my grip in his hair. With one flick of his fingers, Luka’s got my bra unclasped. Cool air rushes over my bare skin as he tosses my bra across the room, his lips already sucking one nipple into his mouth as he palms the other. His hot tongue teases me as he sucks and licks, before moving to the other breast, where he repeats the same motion.
“Fucking hell, your tits are perfect. Goddamn, I’m a lucky motherfucker,” Luka hisses. I feel like a goddess being worshipped with the adoration oozing between us as Luka takes his time, worshipping every inch of my skin.
I press his head down lower, hoping he’ll take it from here, but he’s not making this easy on me. He kisses my stomach but doesn’t go any further. “You want me to kiss you somewhere else, princess? I’m going to need to hear you ask for it,” he teases in between kisses, and my heart flutters to my throat. “Don’t be shy. Ask me nicely, and I’ll happily kiss you wherever you like.”
I blow out a frustrated sigh, but my desire outweighs any embarrassment, and I feel my inhibitions loosen even further. “Will you please make me come with your mouth?” I finally manage and judging by the way Luka’s eyes just flared with excitement, I’d say he’s pleasantly surprised as well.
“Fuck yes,” he growls as he flips me over and climbs on top of me. He wastes no time in removing the rest of my clothes as he slides off the bed and falls to his knees. He pulls me toward him like I weigh nothing, bringing my ass to the edge of the bed so that I’m fully exposed to him. My legs dangle over his shoulders, and there’s no hiding myself from him now. He drags his soft tongue over my warm heat, and I part my legs a little more, opening myself for him to devour me.
“Jesus, your pussy tastes good. Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” he whispers as his tongue swirls over my clit, like he’s enjoying this just as much as I am. He dives back in, licking me in long, soft strokes as he warms me up with deeper pressure. It’s so good, I lose all sense of shame or embarrassment as I surrender my body to him.
His soft kisses deepen as he sucks my clit into his mouth. My growing orgasm swirls low in my belly as I let out a moan, tightening my grip in his hair. My thighs involuntarily clench around his head, pressing his face deeper. He must take this as encouragement that I want more because suddenly my knees are by my head, and he’s pinning my legs down so that I’m fully open to him.
“Fuck, baby. Your cunt is so goddamn needy, isn’t it?” His eyes darken as he stares down at me, my aching pussy pulsing with need, but rather than looking away, I meet his eyes in challenge. A smirk pulls at the corner of his lips as he dives back down, this time burying his face deeper as he licks me all the way from my ass to my clit.
Holy shit, that was hot.
He doesn’t let go of my legs as he turns his head to the side, completely changing the sensation. Now his tongue isn’t moving up and down, but side to side, and it feels absolutely heavenly.
“Oh my god. Yes. Please don’t stop,” I beg, feeling my muscles begin to tighten in anticipation.
“Such a polite little slut, aren’t you? Look at you, begging me to fuck you with my tongue,” he teases, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t change a single thing he’s doing, just keeps a steady rhythm as he brings me closer and closer to the finish line.
It’s all so amazing, but I need more. I’m right there, so close. I need him to stop being so gentle. “Holy shit. Please. Harder. I need more,” I cry, feeling more desperate than I have ever been.
“What do you need? Tell me, baby. Tell me what my little slut wants me to do to her?”
I shake my head as I say the first thing that comes to my mind. “Hurt me. I want you to hurt me before you make me come.”
If Luka is surprised by my request, he does a great job of hiding it because as soon as the words leave my mouth, he’s jumping up to grab something. Soon he’s stalking back toward me, his muscles rippling as he moves, his jeans riding low on his hips, holding something long and flat in his hand.
“You sure?”
I nod, as excitement shoots through me.
“You remember your safe word?” he asks, slapping the leather paddle in his hand, making a sharp thwack.
My eyes grow impossibly wider as a jolt of fear fires inside my chest. Nothing about this makes any sense. I should be terrified right now. I should want nothing to do with this. But during the peak of my pleasure, when asked what I wanted most, for some reason this is what came out of my mouth.
“The safe word,” he presses, reminding me that I still haven’t answered him. “What’s your safe word, Scout?”
“Thin Mints,” I finally say on a whisper, my gaze never leaving his.
“Good girl.” He steps between my legs and gestures for me to scoot back on the bed, to which I eagerly comply as I await his next move.
