Page 18 of Beg for You

She was a grown woman. It was her choice to fuck around with a man she knew nothing about. There were no hearts and flowers here. No promises. No feelings to be injured. She’d be pissed when it blew up and her father found out she liked to take a walk on the wild side.

It was her father who would feel it, not her.

Cassy and I were using each other, plain and simple.

I lifted my hands, sliding them higher. Her gaze darted down, watching their progress. Was she taking in the contrast of my dark rough skin against hers, all creamy, smooth, flawless?

I looked up at her again. She was breathing so fast, so damn unsteadily, I paused.

She whimpered. “Don’t…please, don’t stop.”

Thank fuck. I didn’t think I could. This might have been about revenge, but, fuck, I wanted her.

I looked at us in the mirror, the way my body was almost twice the size of hers, looming behind her, dark, rough, scarred. We were an extreme contrast. She was so petite, her frame delicate…clean. Day against night.

We couldn’t have been more different. Her privilege showed in every part of her.

I lifted my hands higher, cupped her perfect tits in my hands, and squeezed gently.

Fuck me.

She collapsed back against my chest, her hands dropping to my thighs either side of her, digging her perfectly manicured nails into me through my jeans.

How many times had I fantasized about touching her like this when I was younger?

My hands were big and covered her almost fully. I squeezed again, feeling their weight, the way her tight little nipples rested against my palms, then pressed my lips to her ear. “More?”

She licked her lips. “Please.”

Her response was breathy and sent tingles across my scalp. “You sensitive?” I rasped as I plucked those tight peaks.

She moaned and nodded again, biting her lip, her fingers digging deeper into my thighs.

Jesus, she was responsive. I was amped so damn high I had no idea how I hadn’t already fucked her on the floor. “You wet, Princess?” I tugged her nipples gently and she cried out.

“Yes…yes, I’m wet.”

Jesus fucking Christ. “I’m going to make you come, right here, and you’re going to watch yourself. You’re not going to look away, understand?”

She nodded again.

“Say it,” I growled out.

“I—I’m going to watch,” she said through her panted breaths.

I dropped one hand to the waistband of her pants and tugged the button open then slid down the zipper. Her panties were black lace, matching her bra, and I slipped my hand down the front.

She arched against me instantly, fucking writhed as my fingers slid over her slick pussy so strongly I had to band my free arm across her chest and hold her to me.

“Woman, you’re fucking drenched.” I dragged my ugly scarred lips up her porcelain-doll throat, brushing her ear. “How bad…do you want it?” I said, pissed when I had to pause and get my words right mid-sentence. She was scrambling my fucking brain with the hot way she was reacting, the whimpers and moans. I’d barely touched her.

“I want it bad, please, Cal.” One of her hands slid to my wrist between her legs, holding me there like she thought I’d pull away. Like fuck. “Please,” she whimpered.

Her desperation, her pleas just turned me on more. I dragged my index finger through her slit, unable to stop my groan at how soft and slick she was. I moved higher, circling her stiff little clit and nipping her earlobe when she cried out from the contact.

I toyed with her, played with her until she was panting, until I could feel her thighs quivering against mine and she was so wet she was all over my hand.

“More?” I forced past my tight throat.