Page 20 of Beg For Me


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Daniel lay on the floor, blood smearing the wall where his head had hit, and I stumbled forward. I leaned down and pressed my thumb into his one good eye, his screams of agony making my cock harden.

“Please!” he begged. “Please let me go! I won’t tell anyone!”

“Of course you won’t,” I breathed as I pressed my thumb in deeper.

“P-p-pl-please stop,” he begged.

“You are nothing but a parasite,” I growled.

As I shoved my thumb deeper into his eye, I felt a pop, blood, and clear fluid gushing from his eye socket. He let out an agonized scream as I pulled my thumb free and wiped the fluid on his shirt.

He reached up, trying to pull my hand away, which only pissed me off more. I grabbed my knife and held his hand to the floor, holding the sharp blade against his index finger. He squirmed underneath my hold, his body going rigid as I slowly sank the knife into his flesh.

He kicked and screamed, fighting as I hacked away at his finger, watching as his blood spurted from the wound. A dark laugh escaped my throat as I finally cut through the bone. His body jerked with aftershocks of pain, and I started the process over, cutting off each finger in slow motion.

“You never deserved her,” I spat. “Say it!”

“I never deserved her,” he panted.

“Good boy,” I said as I pressed the knife into the skin at his neck and dragged it across.

Blood spewed like a geyser, spraying across my chest and face. The warmth of it made my skin tingle, and I shuddered, licking it away from my lips.

Daniel gasped, and clutched his throat as he tried to stop the bleeding. Seconds went by as his movements grew slower, before finally his hands fellstill at his sides. I stood slowly and glanced back at the door we’d just come from, my mind going back to Lila.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I ran back down the stairs and unlocked the door, finding Lila on the bed, broken sobs being ripped from her chest. She stood from the bed, her chest heaving as she took in my appearance. For the first time, she didn’t look at me with an ounce of fear. Instead, all I saw was desire.

I reached her in three long strides and gripped the back of her neck, drawing her close. My mouth pressed against hers, and a small gasp escaped her. Her body went rigid before it softened into mine, and I slipped my tongue between her lips, caressing and exploring. She met my pace, our tongues colliding, and I gripped her neck harder.

My free hand trailed along the curve of her hip, then slipped under her shirt, feeling the roundness of her belly. Her movements stilled as I explored, her hand hovering just over mine. Her insecurity bled through, and it only heightened my desire to show her how much I wanted her.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathed into her, feeling her relax just a little.

Her arms slid around my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss, and I continued my exploration, running my thumb over the hardened peak of her nipple. She moaned into me, her breaths coming in ragged bursts.

I reached down, slipping my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, going slow to give her time to object. She let out a soft whimper, her legs widening, welcoming me to continue, and I slid my fingers down, gently rubbing against her swollen clit. Her lips parted on a silent gasp as I made my way down further, running my fingers through her slick folds. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against my chest as I teased her entrance with my fingers.

“Tell me what you want,” I breathed into her.

Silence filled the air as she slid her arms from around my neck and fumbled with the belt of my pants. Our lips parted, and I opened my eyes to find her staring back at me, her blue-grey eyes pools of lust. My heart raced as she unzipped my pants and shoved them down, my cock finally springing free. Her hand wrapped around the length of my cock, and I let out a shuddering breath as she ran her thumb over the tip.

She glanced down and saw her palm slick with blood and pulled away. I gripped her wrist and held it there, shoving my cock into her hand.

“Keep going,” I whispered.

She slipped her hand around my cock once again, stroking me in slow movements. I reached down, pulling down her shorts, letting them drop to the floor and the sight of her made me ache. Sliding my hands behind her thighs, I lifted her off the floor and threw her down on the bed. Her breathing became erratic as I leaned forward, pressing my body into hers.

I slid my fingers along her entrance, feeling the slickness of her and I groaned. Her back arched in response as I slipped a finger into her drenched pussy, the tightness of her making me ache to be inside her even more. I thrust my finger in and out, slowly at first, then increasing my pace. Her hands grabbed at my hair, pulling it roughly as her walls tensed around my finger. When I knew she was about to come, I slipped my finger free, and she whimpered softly.

Her white shirt was covered in blood, and I reached up, pulling her shirt over her head. Her arms shot to her stomach, trying to cover herself, but I pulled them away, holding her wrists above her head.

“I want to see every part of you,” I whispered against her ear.

Slowly, I slipped my finger back into her, feeling her breath catch as I thrust in a second one. I pounded my fingers into her, letting her orgasm build. My lips trailed kisses down her neck and chest, reaching the hardened peaks of hernipples. I flicked them with my tongue before wrapping my mouth around them and sucking. She pressed into me, urging me to keep going, a shudder rolling through her body. Her walls started to spasm, her loud pants filling the room, and I slipped my fingers free, pulling a frustrated groan from her lips.

“Tell me what you want,” I asked again.

When she didn’t answer, I slid three fingers into her, and the palm of my hand rubbed against her clit. Her arousal pooled beneath her, soaking the sheets, as I continued fucking her with my fingers. Her hips began to thrust forward as she rode my fingers, chasing the release I’d been denying her. I leaned down, taking her nipple into my mouth, giving it a gentle bite, before flicking and swirling my tongue around it. My cock pressed against her inner thigh, the ache I felt almost unbearable.