Page 69 of Beg Me

“Lucky for you, I have one more nugget of wisdom. Wanna hear it? I think you’re gonna love it.”

“Give it to me.”

“I think,” I say as my core begins to clench. “That you should come down my throat.”

His head hits the headboard. “Fucking hell, Markie.”

I giggle. “I told a friend that I’d report back about whether you were big enough to choke me or not. And, while my precursory investigation leans heavily toward a yes, I sadly haven’t done the research to confirm or deny it.”

“If you think I’m telling you not to suck my cock, you’re nuts.”

I lift onto my knees, cupping his face in my hands and tilting his head back. “Kiss me now because the next time your lips find mine, they’ll taste like your cum.”

A small gasp escapes my throat as he crashes his mouth against mine. He parts my lips with his tongue, and it meets mine in a wild tangle of lust.

My nails drag across his scalp, as his dig into my ass. My nipples bead so tightly that when he takes one between his teeth, I almost unravel.

I push him back gently. It takes every bit of self-control that I have to stop him from ravaging me, but I promised him a good time, and I’ll deliver.

His eyes are wide as I climb off his lap and pull the blankets back. His dick is erect—all ridges and veins, and ready to explode. I reach for his balls with one hand and wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft with the other.

He hisses as I grip him, flexing himself against my palm.

I lock my gaze with his and slowly lower my head to the tip.

“Motherfucker,” he groans as I lick a bead of precum off the head. His thighs tense, his body trembling from the contact.

My thighs are coated with my desire for him, and I ache for his touch. As if he knows this, he reaches down, tilting my backside so he can reach between my legs.

I moan against him as a finger slides between my folds. Having a part of him in my mouth and in my pussy at the same time is the best of both worlds.

The tip of his cock slips between my lips to the sound of his groan. I suck him in, stroking him from root to tip, rocking my hips against his hand as he finger fucks me.

“I love how wet you get,” he says, gathering my hair and pulling it back with his free hand. He tosses it over the far side of my shoulder. “I want to see my dick going down your throat.”

I pick up the pace, taking him in as far as I can. My spit drips down his length as my mouth begins to water. Our gazes connect again, and the need I see in his eyes—how much he wants me—makes me whimper.

“Take me deeper,” he says, adding another finger to my pussy. “You said you wanted to choke on it.”

Fuck.

My eyes cloud as I take him farther down my throat, almost to the point of gagging. He tenses beneath me. His eyes darken as he rubs my clit.

“That’s it.” He flexes into my mouth. “You can take a little more. I know you can.”

My hum isn’t a confirmation or a denial of my ability, but I try anyway. Watching his face as he grows closer to his climax, feeling his cock swell in my hand, and the sensation of his fingers playing me like a fucking instrument are a little too much. I’m on the verge of falling apart.

I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to process all the stimuli, and take him as deep as I can.

“There you go,” he says, hissing. “Get ready to swallow, babe.”

His words are the final nail in my coffin, and my body explodes around his hand.

He groans, the sound filling the room as every muscle in his body tightens. I start to shriek from the intensity of my own orgasm but am stopped by a shot of cum to the back of my throat.

The saltiness coats my tongue and the walls of my mouth as he sprays his load into me.

By the time he’s finished, and my body stops shaking, I’m beat. Deliriously, deliciously exhausted.