Page 5 of You Need to Beg
A voice screamed in my head, but it quickly drowned under the desperate need of more.
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Boom
It's explosive.
It starts slow, a quiet hum.
I'm going to come.
It ripples through my nerves,
an electric dance flooding my body until
it reaches my head.
Boom!
Blinding pleasure and
suddenly
All is forgotten.
I can't breathe.
I can't think.
All is lost.
I am lost in you.
Part III
I needed all of him. I needed his lips, his skin, his body. He clutched unto me. His fingers dug into my buttocks as we stumbled backwards together, stopping only when he finally slammed me against the wall. I ran my hands across this body.
I can’t believe I’m doing this; I screamed in my head as his hands roamed over my dress. His fingers popped the buttons on the front of the dress until my breasts were exposed. He took a step back and watched me. My thick kinky hair must have been wild by now framing my brown face. My breasts were average in size, perhaps a little small, but they stood alert and perky. My umber nipples were erect; goosebumps washed over my skin as he groaned at the sight of me. He crashed into me, nibbling my neck as he hiked up the front of my dress and pressed his fingers against my clit.
A burst of pure desire erupted through me as I shook with the electricity of his touch. He rubbed my clit up and down and up and down, pressing with expert force as I gasped. I pushed him away slightly and he looked back at me confused. My eyes found the bulge in his crotch area, but this time I didn’t look away.
I drew my hands towards it and shuddered at how hard it felt beneath his jeans. Granite, I had made him turn to granite.
I tugged at his belt and drew the zip down. He tugged, and tufts and black hair spouted out from his boxers before his dick flung out to face me. It was perfect. It stood erect, glistening with precum at its tip. Veins bulged, and it leapt slightly as I cupped my hands around his balls.
“I want you in me,” I said. My voice low and thick with desire “now.”
He sucked in a breath before pulling out a condom from his pocket and letting his jeans fall to his ankles. He slipped it over his beautiful dick, with an expertise that would have worried me, had my mind not been clouded with an unquenchable desire. I didn't care who or how he had fucked before this moment. I just needed him to fuck me now.
He drew closer to me, grabbing my jaw with his large palm as he kissed me, hard and desperately. His hands drew down once again to my buttocks before he tugged up my sundress and pressed me closer to him.
My body throbbed beneath his embrace. I needed him. I needed to feel him, to have him. His finger ran down my nipple, and I could feel the wetness dripping down my legs. Without warning, he hiked me up and pressed me against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gasped as I felt his dick graze against the opening of my vagina. He pressed against me, allowing the wet to graze the tip of his dick before he pressed it against my opening.
He stopped. I looked back at him desperately.
“Beg,” he whispered in my ear. His breath hot and sweet. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I shivered at the command. I needed him.
“Please,” I whimpered back.
