Page 101 of His Darkest Obsession
"Then in that case." I give his ear a tiny nibble. "Please."
Anatoly's free hand reaches up, fists my hair, and gives it a sharp yank to expose my throat to him. A gasp tumbles from my lips. The fingers buried inside me pulls out, and leave me empty and aching. So much so that I almost beg him to come back when I feel him tugging my panties aside.
He looks at me, his blue eyes burning with desire, like he doesn't quite believe what he just heard.
"Say it again," he whispers, his voice thick with need. "I need to hear you say it again."
I reach down between us, fingers fumbling with his zipper. The sound of it sliding down seems impossibly loud in the quiet room. I free his massive cock from his pants, and wrap my hand around its thick and heavy length.
The scent of his arousal fills the air between us, musky and intoxicating.
His cock feels hot against my fingers, so smooth and thick and masculine. I give it a slow up and down pump, letting the slippery precum coat my fingers when I reach the head before bringing it all the way down to the base of the shaft, and my heart skips a beat when I feel it give a phantom of a twitch.
"Please," I whisper, my eyes locked on his. Then, for good measure, I add, "Please fuck me."
Anatoly's jaw clenches and his gaze intensifies as he stares at me.
"Again," he demands, his voice straining.
I shift my hips and hands, moving up slightly and then back down until I feel him pressing at my entrance. But he holds me there with a single strong hand to keep me from taking him inside.
I whimper in frustration.
"Please fuck me," I say again, louder than before, my voice breaking on the words.
He inches the head of his beautiful cock inside of me, spearing my wet and dripping pussy with that delicious wet heat. But hegoes no further. The slight intrusion only makes the emptiness worse, teasing me with what could be mine.
Of whatshouldbe mine.
I know what he's doing.
He won't fuck me until I beg him properly. Until he is absolutely certain that this is exactly what I want.
So I beg him again, abandoning all pride and pretense.
"Please, Anatoly, I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me. Please."
Each plea earns me another inch of him, stretching me further and further as he pushes deeper. I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as I keep begging.
"Please," I cry. "Please. Please. Please."
With every breathless "please" that falls from my lips, he rewards me with another inch until he finally buries himself completely inside of me from root to tip.
A tremor rushes through me when he's finally nestled deep inside of me. My breath comes out hard and uneven. I've never been so full before in my life.
I'll never be so full again ever again in my life.
His hand moves away from my hips to cradle my face in their reassuring warmth.
"One final time,britvochka," he whispers. "Just so I know that this is exactly what you want."
I clench my pussy, feel his heart pulsing against my slick walls, and I nip his lips one more time.
"Please," I mew. "Please fuck me."
Anatoly fixes me with a dark and hungry stare that makes my breath catch in my throat. But there's no menace in his eyes. His fist remains tangled in my hair, keeping my head tilted back, throat exposed, vulnerable.
"You begged for this," he tells me, his voice rough. "Never forget that."
