Page 112 of Don't Make Me Beg
I keep my pace, pressing my palm against her belly, and she lets out a moan. I fucking love that I know her body so well, Iknow exactly which buttons to push to send her right over the edge.
Her nails dig into my back, and I feel her pussy clench around my cock, pulsating as she rides out her orgasm. “Fuck. Yes. Oh my God—” she cries, and I don’t wait for her to finish before I flip us over, so that now she’s on top. “Wait. I was… I was just about to…” Her desperation is so fucking cute; I have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing.
“Aw, what’s wrong, baby? Were you about to come?” I pinch her nipple, watching her eyes gloss over. “Oh, are you going to fucking cry?” I laugh darkly, leaning in. “Did you really think I was going to let you come that easily?”
She blinks her tears away; her cheeks flushed bright pink and her pupils completely blown out. I can’t help but notice the disappointment pulling at her brows. I fucking love how responsive she is. When she looks at me, I see what looks to be a challenge in her eyes, so I turn it up a little more, wanting to see just how far she needs me to push before she breaks.
I slap her ass before guiding her hips, showing her how I want her to fuck me. Her hips begin to rock as she finds her rhythm, slowly figuring out what feels the best. “That’s it, baby. Ride my cock.”
She throws her head back, her fingers digging into my chest, losing herself to the pleasure, and the sight of her riding me nearly steals my breath. Her perky tits bouncing in my face, those rosy, pink nipples practically begging to be sucked, her supple curves and the way her body fits mine so perfectly. Everything about her is perfect, and she has no idea.
She’s the kindest, most selfless, and genuinely good person I’ve ever met. She’s got a heart of gold, and she’s loyal to a fault. She puts everyone’s needs ahead of her own, and all she wants in return is to feel accepted and loved for who she really is. All she wants is to be seen.
Well, I fucking see her.
I’ve always seen her, and there’s not a single thing I’d change.
She’s a fucking goddess, way too good for anyone, especially someone like me.
“Such a pretty little slut getting yourself off on my cock.” I say, my hands roaming up her body. I grip a fistful of her hair at the root and tug her head down to face me. “Look me in the eyes while you fuck me. You keep your eyes focused on me.”
I pull her hair a little harder, and when our eyes meet, I feel the air shift around us, and time seems to stop as the world tilts on its axis. It’s as if I’m staring straight into her soul. How could I deprive her any longer?
“Are you ready to come now, princess? Or would you like me to torture you a little more?” I ask, giving her ass another sharp slap.
“Yes,” she cries out as my palm connects with her ass once more.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir. Please may I come now?” Her voice is raspy and dripping in desperation as she digs her nails into my chest, her hips moving on their own as she chases her release.
“Yes, baby. You can come. You’ve done such a good job letting me use this tight cunt,” I say, smoothing her damp hair from her face.
I flip her back over, my body desperate to take back control as I throw her legs over my shoulders and drive into her, one hand palming her breast as I cradle her neck in the other. Our eyes never break contact, and I wish she could see just how perfect she is right now. I wish she knew how incredible I think she is, inside and out.
I may not be able to tell her with my words, so I do my best to show her as I bring us both back to the edge, and this time, I don’t hold back.
There’s no use fighting it. It’s like there’s a force bigger than either of us drawing us together. Like it was always meant to be this way. Like our bodies are two magnets being pulled together across space and time, finally clicking into alignment.
It’s undeniable the moment Scout’s orgasm finally hits, because her pussy clenches around my cock so tight, triggering my own release on the spot. Her shaking body buckles forward, her fingernails digging into my pecs as she lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. It’s a full-body release, racking through her in powerful waves of pleasure that seem to never end.
It’s in that moment that I feel my whole world shift on its axis and everything changes. I know, this is it for me, there’s nothing that will ever top this feeling. I finally let myself free-fall.
Soon her moans turn to sobs, and all I can do is hold her while she falls apart. “That’s it, sweet girl, let it out. It’s okay, I’ve got you. It’s okay, beautiful. I’m right here.” I brush her sweaty hair from her forehead as I look into her eyes, trying to gauge if these are more than just the result of an intense play session.
Scout’s new to this type of dynamic and coming out of sub space can be emotional sometimes. It’s not something that can easily be explained, which is why I didn’t warn her ahead of time. I didn’t want her to be afraid of letting herself go deeper.
“Shh. Just let me take care of you. You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.” My hands continue to caress her back, needing to hold her just as much for myself as my adrenaline drops back to a normal level.
She swallows a gulp as her sobs slowly turn to sniffles, and I wrap my arms around her and shift us so that we’re lying on our sides, our bodies still connected. I wipe the stream of tears from her cheeks as I stare into her eyes that seem to be holding back so many secrets. “Hey, what’s got you this upset? Are you hurt? Did I take things too far?”
She sucks in a breath and shakes her head.
“Talk to me, Scout. Tell me what I can do to help.” I continue to rub her head as I wipe the fresh tears from her cheeks with my thumb and patiently wait.
After a few more silent minutes, she finally finds her words. “I guess I’m just freaking out a little about what I asked you to do to me.”
“Because you asked me to hurt you?” I ask, trying to understand. “I take it that is a new desire for you?”
