Page 50 of Beg for It
ELI
Icarry Blair back through the corn maze, her exhausted body slumped in my arms.
She looks like an absolute dream, her breasts covered in my cuts and cum and her neck marred with my bites and hickeys. She looks like mine.
Years and years of yearning after this woman who kills me, whose friends have literally tried to kill me, and I’m just as lost in her as I was on day one. I wish I could rid her from my system. I had hoped that tonight’s fun and games would satiate the beast inside, but it’s just awakened it further from its slumber.
I don’t know what I’m going to do from here.
I’ve gotten a taste of Blair, and I don’t know how to hold back. My secret obsession has hit its breaking point. I’ve felt her pussy quiver around my cock, and there is no way in hell I will ever forget that.
But I told her she was just mine for the night.
The sun will be rising soon, and I’m going to have to let her go.
I make it back to the entrance of the corn maze in record time. The party has basically dissipated, only a few drunkards remaining. There is no sign of Brett, Riley, or their crew. Thank fuck. I really didn’t want to deal with them again now that I had Blair with me.
My boots crunch against the dirt of the barnyard, the flood lights blinding me temporarily after being in the darkness of the corn maze.
“Sup, dude.” Felix appears at my side, baseball bat swinging in his hands. He doesn’t like to use it, but it’s the only real form of self-defense he has. He prefers code over combat.
“Thought you’d have split by now.”
“Nah, wanted to make sure Blair didn’t stab you or something.”
“How would she stab me?”
“Dunno. Maybe when you were like balls deep, lost to the nut, and she snagged the blade and stabbed your dick.”
“You were worried she might castrate me, and rather than come to my rescue, you thought to wait it out?”
“I’m not risking my dick for yours. Plus, I told you I wanted to set up the drones to keep an eye on everything, and you said no.”
I give him side-eye. “Because people would have noticed drones in the fucking sky.”
“Whatever.”
I let out a sigh. “Where’s Bash?”
“Locked him in my car.”
Jesus Christ.
I suppose that is better than hearing he is in the back of a cop car or something.
“I’m taking Blair back to hers. Think you can get the cameras down and gates open for me?”
Felix hums. “You know the gates are a bitch. The security guards are posted up there.”
“I’m sure you can think of something to distract them.”
“Fine. But you owe me for the extra effort.”
“Sure, sure. Whatever.”
“Perfect. Have fun and give Blair my hugs when she wakes up.” He gives me a salute with his baseball bat before bounding off in the opposite direction.
For a dude who spends ninety percent of his time holed up in his room hacking shit, he has the energy of a jackrabbit.
