Page 6 of You Need to Beg
“Please, what?” He breathed. His expression, dangerously dark.
“Please fuck me,” I groaned, “please fuck me, I need you to fuck-,” he pushed himself into me. I took him hungrily, and a cascade of joy rippled through me with that first stroke.
“Fuck,” he groaned clutching at the side of my face as he shook with desire. He turned my head to face him. He bore deep into my eyes as his dick pushed deeper into my insides. I groaned, and he grunted. His eyes filled with a joy so potent it almost looked like pain. He shook as he tried to contain himself. His movements were painfully slow and deliberate. Until he couldn't handle it any longer, he thrust into me over and over again, each stroke taking me higher and higher. A delicious sensation crept over my body, and I gasped for air.
Pound!
Pound!
Pound!
He slammed into me with a force that broke a chasm within me. A chasm I didn't know I had.
Pound!
Pound!
Pound!
"Fuck," he whispered in my ear. His face pressed against my soft kinked curls. His breath rough against my neck. That's when I broke.
A ripple of pure pleasure erupted within me. I shook and let out a scream as it happened. I didn’t know what else to do. My body was raw and open. I surrendered to everything he could offer, and I was spent. His breath quickened with rapid succession, and he delivered a couple more thundering thrusts before he too succumbed to his desire. We stood there for a while. Clutching at one another. I felt him soften inside me as I regained my breath. He slipped out and looked at me. His eyes were bright.
“Phenomenal,” he said as I gazed back at him.
This is bad, I thought to myself. My heart shouldn’t be thumping this hard. My stomach shouldn’t feel this light. I can’t want him; I told myself as I looked at his beautifully carved body and his chiselled face. He was unattainable. He was out of this world, so why could I think of nothing else but holding him and never letting go?
I should be cool and reserved. That what she would do, the type of girl who had one night stands with strangers in a bookshop. She would be nonchalant and satisfied.
I swept my eyes over him before he bent down and planted a kiss on my lips. It was tender, almost loving.
I was not cool, and I was not reserved. He stood back and pulled off the used condom before pulling up his trousers. I buttoned up my dress. My hands still trembled.
It will pass, I told myself,I will forget him, I will forget this.I ignored the beat of my heart that had seemed to have moulded itself to his shape.We belong to him now,it sang, and I shivered.
“Are you okay?” he asked, but before I could answer, I heard the door open.
Shit.
“We’re closed!” I yelled out as I fumbled over the rest of my buttons and smoothed out my hair.
“Ken?” a familiar voice said, and my heart sunk to my stomach. Emma, it was Emma?! What the fuck was she doing here, she never came into the store, she hadn’t been in, in weeks!
"Emma?" I said as I gestured desperately at Ezra to get dressed. He looked back at me wide-eyed as he buckled up his belt. My heart raced as I grabbed a book from the shelf, Jane Austen'sPride and Prejudice.
“Yes, we do have one copy left,” I said louder than I needed to as Emma's heels clicked over to us.
“What’s going on? Why is the shop closed. I thought you said you never closed for lu-woah,” Emma said as she ran her eyes over Ezra.
I glanced back at him, and my stomach lurched. He stood there a chiselled god. The sheen on his face had given him a deep glow and the raw scent of sex in the air mixed with his scent was intoxicating. My heart faltered as I watched Emma regard him.
She was gorgeous. A very typical in your face, Yes-I-Know-I’m-Stunning-Thanks. She carried her beauty well. She used it as a tool, but she didn't let it use her. She didn't rely on it. She was cuttingly smart and at times, witty. I'd always thought, if she wasn't such a hardball manager, we might have been good friends. She swept her ash blonde hair over her shoulders as she got a good look of him. A sharp pang of jealously hit me squarely in the chest. Would he have her, just as he had me? The thought filled me with dread.
I had tasted the forbidden fruit, and now I was riddled with sin. Jealousy and greed had sunk into my soul. The thought of losing him, ofsharinghim, filled me with painful pricks.
But he didn’t look at her. Nothing more than a glance. His gaze was settled firmly on me.
“Yes, umm, I didn'treallyclose the store. We had few sketchy people outside, so I turned the sign to put them off coming in, but as you can see I’m dealing with a custom-,”
