Beg for It(59)

“I loved how doing this would make you writhe and whimper and moan and beg for me. I loved it,” she said against his shaft, the movement of her lips sending tickling sensation rippling through him. “I loved filling you with the toys.”

“I loved it too…”

She went a little deeper, stretching him. Her tongue flicked the divot beneath his cockhead. “Do you have any?”

“No, Ma’am, no. I wish I…f*ck…oh, f*ck.”

“Nothing? No ass plugs? You remembered how good it felt to be filled, but in all this time you never did it even by yourself?”

“Just my fingers, Ma’am…”

Her breath shuddered along his cock. “Oh…oh my God, really?”

“Yes.”

“I want to watch you do that.” Slowly, she withdrew and pushed at his thighs until he took an automatic step back on legs so weak he was sure he was going to fall.

Reese tried to compose himself. “What?”

“I want to watch you do what you did when you were alone. Thinking about us, about me f*cking you. Show me.” Corinne flicked an imperious hand at him, though her blazing gaze and tilted smile gave away her arousal.

Seeing how turned on she was sent a slow, seeping strand of precome leaking out of him, so much it actually dripped from his cock. She moaned when she saw it. Reese clamped a hand on the base of his dick to try and keep himself from jetting all over her. It was close, so close, but he managed.

“You want me to umm…jack off for you?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

“Can I sit, Ma’am, I’m afraid I’ll pass out otherwise.”

“We can’t have that. Do it however you need to, puppy. However you would’ve done it if I wasn’t here. When is the last time you jacked off?”

“The day before that first meeting we had.” Reese backed up to find the armchair behind him and sat, the material scratchy on his bare ass.

“Did you finger your ass?”

Heat burned the tips of his ears. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Her delighted laughter sent another slow, rolling wave of desire through him. “Oh…I f*cking love that so much. The day before you met me in that restaurant and you were such a prick, you were jacking your cock and fingering your *, thinking about me?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He settled into the chair, legs spread, ass hanging over the edge of the cushion. “Right here.”

“Show me.”

He gathered the slick precome from his cock and coated his fingers with it. One hand on his cock, stroking up and down just beneath the cockhead without palming it. The other, middle finger slicked with his arousal, pressed into the heat of his *. It went in easily enough to the first knuckle. His cock convulsed, balls tightening. More precome slipped out, and when he finally let his grip slide up and over the head of his prick, there was no more holding back. No teasing, no hesitating, nothing but the frantic, frenzied ride toward orgasm.

He wasn’t even hitting his prostate in this position—just the sensation of his slippery finger stretching the tender, sensitive ring of his sphincter was enough right now to send ejaculate boiling up and out of his balls. It exploded from him with a force hard enough to send his eyes rolling back in his head. Spurt after spurt of hot fluid jetted from him, spattering his belly, his chest…his own f*cking face, his mouth, and the taste of it, that musky, ocean flavor, pushed another wave of ecstasy through him.

Panting, muscles aching, Reese fell back against the chair with his hands at his sides. He didn’t want to move. Couldn’t.

Maybe he’d f*cking died, he thought with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.

He lost track of the time he spent that way, but it must’ve been a few minutes because a soft touch on his knee opened his eyes. Corinne knelt in front of him, a warm wet cloth in one hand that she used to stroke along his skin. Cleaning him up. Taking care of him. When she’d finished, she got up to lean over him.

She kissed his mouth gently. “Thank you, puppy, that was gorgeous.”

“I want to do for you,” Reese said, though he couldn’t manage to make himself get up.

“Don’t worry,” Corinne answered. “You will.”





Chapter Thirty-Three



Corinne had not allowed Reese to give her an orgasm last night, not after watching him provide that glorious display. He’d been clearly exhausted after, and even though she’d been so turned on her thighs had been coated with slickness from her hungry, craving *, she’d instead forced them both to take a hot shower and go to sleep. She’d known he’d make it up to her, and besides, she hadn’t told him that she’d come all on her own while watching him f*ck his fist.

He’d started with serving her breakfast in bed, which had been a decadent treat. Then he’d gone down on her until she’d come twice, and after that he’d f*cked her to another orgasm. Well worth the late start on sightseeing.

They’d spent the rest of the morning being tourists. Corinne had never explored Philadelphia, and Reese, despite living there, had never bothered either. They saw the Liberty Bell, the Betsy Ross House, Independence Hall. They’d grabbed lunch at the Reading Terminal Market. Barbecue brisket sandwiches, thick cut fries, and large chocolate shakes.