Page 28 of Beg for You

Her eyes stayed locked on mine and I couldn’t read them, there was heat, yes, but something else that confused the shit out of me—until her little tongue darted out, lapping at my leaking slit and I forgot how to think.

She did it again and I bucked, like someone had plugged me into a wall socket. “Suck me,” I gritted out, voice shot to shit.

One of her soft, warm hands went to my thigh, the other coming up, covering my hand still gripping my cock then she parted her perfect puffy lips and let me slip inside.

My fucking brain short-circuited.

I groaned as the wet heat of her mouth surrounded me, the feel of her tongue pressing up as her throat worked. “That’s it, Princess.”

She started moving, tentatively, eyes still wide and on me as she slid down my length, taking me deeper, as far as she could go, and back. I couldn’t look away from her pouty lips wrapped around me, from her smaller hand still over my scarred, rough one wrapped around my cock.

She made an “Mmmm” sound and I had to fight the screaming need to thrust down her throat. My thighs shook as she continued to work me, as I watched the best show of my damned life.

I held out as long as I could, but it didn’t take long and I was close to the edge, so close to blowing. I wanted her in so many ways, and being the dirty prick I was, there was no resisting the burning need inside me.

It was hard, torture, but I managed to pull my cock from her hungry mouth without whimpering.

“Squeeze your tits together,” I barked, unable to control what or how words came out of my mouth at that point.

Her eyes flared and she licked her lips then slowly cupped her tits, doing what I asked while giving me that fucking innocent look. Making me crazy. This couldn’t be the first time someone had come on her tits. Her rack was spectacular. Shit, whatever, I was too far gone to think. Gripping my slick cock, I started stroking from base to tip, hard and fast. I’d ask her to play with my balls, but I liked looking at her hands on her tits too much. My hips started thrusting on their own. I fucked my fist while Cassy watched—shit, so hot—and imagined it was her tight pussy gripping me instead.

My eyes lifted from those creamy mounds up to her face, and fuck, yeah, her blue eyes were on my dick, lower lip between her teeth, cheeks dark, hair wild—then they slid up to mine and locked on, and I knew right then that no one had ever done this with her before.

The asshole in me needed to hear it. “Man ever come on your perfect tits, Princess?”

She shook her head then she reached out and covered my hand with hers again. “Let me,” she whispered.

My hips snapped forward without my say-so. I liked that little rasp in her voice, that excitement in her eyes, too damned much. I took my hand away and gripped the back of the couch on either side of her head as she started jacking me with both hands. Her hold was too gentle—shit—cautious.

“I won’t break,” I forced out past dry lips. “Squeeze me tighter…that’s it.” My head dropped forward, and it felt so fucking good I struggled to keep my eyes open, but I couldn’t look away from the sight of her delicate manicured hands wrapped around my cock.

She squeezed me tighter, just the way I liked, and I groaned. “Cup my balls, Princess.”

She did as I asked. “Like this?” That look of innocence was on her fucking face again and it pushed me over the edge.

I shouted and watched my come splash on her perfect skin, slide down her gorgeous breasts. The sight satisfied the monster in me, the hungry teenager who had been half in love with her once—and the man I was now—in a way I had no hope of understanding.

As soon as I pulled my shit together, I climbed off the couch, tucked my dick back in my jeans, and went to the back to grab a towel.

She was still sitting where I left her when I walked back. I kneeled in front of her and slid the towel over her skin, cleaning her off, then I tugged the sleeves of her dress into place and dragged it back down her legs, covering her.

I didn’t want to send her away. I wanted to take her up to my apartment and eat her again, make her come so many times, in so many ways, she forgot who the fuck she was.

Which was exactly why I didn’t.

I held my hand out. She took it, and I pulled her to her feet. Her lips were slightly parted, and I couldn’t stop from leaning in and taking another taste. She stared up at me when I pulled back, and my gut tightened again.

“All right?” I asked, because, honestly, I wasn’t sure. The woman was impossible to read.

“Yes. I’m fine,” she said.

Her cheeks were still pink, and I liked the way that looked on her a whole hell of a lot. “That’s good,” I muttered. “I like watching you come, Cassandra. You gonna give that to me next time?”

The pink got darker. “I’d, um…I’d like that.”

I grabbed her shit off the counter and handed it to her. “I’ll text you with a time for our next appointment.”

A smile curled her lips and I watched her pull herself together. Her shoulders straightened. “That would be good, thank you. I’m free afternoons and evenings the rest of this week except Friday,” she said, now all professional politeness.