Page 94 of Don't Make Me Beg
“Shh. Stop asking questions and lie down.” I bend down slowly, trailing kisses over her leg. “I’ve been dying to know if this pussy tastes as sweet as I’ve imagined,” I whisper, pausing when I reach the top of her thigh.
I feel her whole body grow tense as she squeezes her thighs together. “Luka, you really don’t have to do that—” She sits up and tries to pull me back up to her, but I don’t budge.
I hold her gaze and quirk a brow. “You say that like it’s a hardship or something.” I push her back down, already moving to the floor and making myself comfortable.
“Seriously, Luka… you don’t have to… I promise it’s fine.” She tries to squirm away, but I keep my hold on her legs, pinning her in place.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’ve been told in the past, but I assure you…” I hook a thumb in the waistband of her shorts and wet my lips, my mouth already watering in anticipation. “This is just as much for me as it is for you,” I say before dragging her shorts and underwear off in one fell swoop.
She sucks in a hiss, her body tensing in anticipation, and I love how nervous I’m making her right now. I could do this all night, and as much as I’d love to draw this out, I’m desperate to warm her up the way I should have the other night.
“Now be a good little slut and open your legs for me.” I grab her ass, pulling her closer as I kiss my way up her thighs, licking and savoring every inch of her skin. She squirms against me, like she’s trying to escape my grip, but I keep my arms locked and hold her in place.
When she asked me if I was going to punish her, she probably assumed that meant I was going to spank her, but that’s not what I had in mind at all.
I knew if I really wanted to teach her a lesson, I’d need to get a little creative. Besides, pain and pleasure are both sensations; the only difference between the two is the person’s perspective.
I take my time kissing and teasing my way up her body, my tongue tracing the crease of her thighs, kissing her everywhere except where she wants me to kiss her. Her thighs fall open, and her back arches off the sofa as she squirms and shifts, desperately seeking any friction she can get.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy is so pretty.” I gently trail my fingers over her smooth mound before circling her clit, giving her the faintest bit of pressure.
“Oh, God, Luka…” She cries out, her body flying off the couch. Her fingers dig into my hair as she desperately tries to pull my head back down.
I let out a chuckle, loving how reactive she is, how desperate I’ve managed to make her in only a matter of minutes. I hold her hip with one hand and slide the other one up her shirt as I dive back down and finally give her what she wants. My tongue is flat and soft as I lick her perfect pussy in soft, slow strokes, and fuck, she’s even sweeter than I imagined.
I let out a moan, keeping my movements torturously slow and deliberate as I let her adjust to the sensation. My cock is growing harder and harder by the second.
“Jesus, baby, your pussy tastes so fucking sweet.” I palm her breast, loving the way her legs instinctively wrap around my head. I fucking love watching her lose control.
I deepen the pressure, giving her exactly what she wants, then switch it up, twisting my tongue over her clit until she’s whimpering and clawing at my neck.
“Please. Please. Please,” she cries, breathless and desperate. I’m not even sure she knows what she’s begging for, but fuck if I don’t feel my chest swell with pride all the same. I know she’s close now, so I decide to take things to the next level.
“Look at you begging me to make you come,” I tease. “Such a fucking whore, aren’t you, princess?” I dive back down, this time turning my face so that my tongue flicks her clit side to side. She lets out another high-pitched cry, and I wince as her fingernails slice the back of my neck like razor blades.
I fucking love it. I fucking love knowing that I’m the reason that she’s losing all control, and that I’ll no doubt have the scars to prove it.
“You want me to make you come on my tongue like a fucking slut? Is that it?”
“Yes,” she pleads, her legs already quivering in anticipation. Her body is a live wire, and she’s right there, right on the edge.
I reach up and slide my finger to her mouth, and she slowly parts her lips, her warm, wet tongue circling my finger. Images of her taking me in her mouth flood my mind, and before I know it, I’m so fucking turned on that I have to pull away before I blow a load in my pants right there.
I line my finger up with her entrance as I flick my tongue across her clit, and on her next inhale, I slowly slide it inside.
Her moan is drowned out by my own as her pussy clenches around my finger—so fucking tight I’m still wondering how I even managed to fit my cock inside of her. She’s soaked, practically dripping, and I swear it takes everything in me not to lose it right then.
I start to move slow and deep, curling my finger upward until I find that spot that makes her hips jerk. I knead her with my fingers, stroking her exactly how she wants it as I drag her right back to the edge.
Her eyes grow wide, and I don’t give her time to recover as I add another finger, continuing to stroke her as my tongue moves over her clit in slow, steady circles.
I can feel her orgasm building inside her as her limbs begin to quiver and her back arches higher. Her labored breathing growing choppy and frantic.
“You want me to finally let you come, princess?”
“Yes! Please, Luka. Don’t stop,” she cries out.
I wet my lips as a wolfish smile breaks over my face. “Then you’re going to have to beg…”
