All Chapters of CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I noticed she licked her lips at the sight of my bare chest and waited in anticipation as I unbuckled my belt-my hands slower now.Her eyes followed every movement, and in her excitement, she spoke."I want your cock in my mouth while this thing ruins me. I need to cum as soon as possible," she whispered and waved the object.Now, I can say this may be an object of pleasure-a sex toy.I watched her kneel in front of me, then she glanced up."You're going to be my master. I love roleplays. Understand?""Yes... ma'am."She raised a brow."Yes... yes, I understand," I replied awkwardly.Suddenly, I felt her soft, trembling palm around my shaft, still hidden inside my white boxers.She was still weak."You have such a beautiful rod, Master." She licked it, making it wet and shiny."So thick and so long... mmhhhh."She licked it again, all the way down, then settled on the mushroom tip."Now, the grand unwrapping."She giggled and pulled the waistband down, the weight of it slapping her fa

ARIA I opened my eyes slowly, my eyelids felt so sticky and heavy like they’d been glued shut. The dull pulse in my temples throbbed with my heartbeat, and my throat felt so dry and cracked like I swallowed smoke. “Fuck my head hurts”. I cursed and tried to sit up but was stopped by a sharp sting in my hand. I turned slightly and saw an IV line taped to my wrist. “What the…where... where is my—” “Ah, she’s awake.” I looked up and found Lord Vince's private doctor. He glanced at me with a faint smile. “Your bodyguard? He went to you something to eat. He was so worried and nervous. I thought the man would throw up or punch a wall. Guess he’s scared of losing his job.” I blinked slowly, still groggy. My lips parted. “I wasn’t... talking about him.” He tilted his head. “I was asking where my toy went,” I rasped. He raised a brow. “Oh. Apologies,” he said with a low chuckle, straightening. “Let’s focus on the basics first. You’re on fluids. We’re running a fe

ARIA'S POVI pushed myself off the bed, my legs trembling slightly.My thighs ached, and every movement felt like fire threaded through my muscles.That was the moment Titan walked into the room.“Get the car ready,” I said, grabbing the wall for support. “After a bath, I’m going home and getting a proper fuck. That doctor was boring.”He didn’t say a word.Just stood there, watching me with those unreadable eyes.I took another step and my knees buckled.Before I could hit the ground, his arms caught me. Like a net made of steel and warmth.His scent was the first thing I registered.He smells good, masculine.If only he was healthy and wasn't such a boring person.“Let me go,” I muttered weakly. “I can still move.”“You can’t even stand,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.I blinked up at him.What is wrong with this guy?What's his deal?“I can stand. Know your boundaries, Titan. You're my bodyguard, not my—”Before I could finish, he lifted me effortlessly into his

I lay on my back, one leg hanging off the side, the other bent up.As I pushed the dildo furiously in and out of me with each brutal stroke of my hand.I wasn’t even close to feeling good—just bored, frustrated, maybe angry.Titan was right, I am too weak to do it.I want it more rough.Then the bathroom door opened. I didn’t stop. Let him look, he can deal with it.Titan stepped out, his shirt clean but still damp in spots. His hair was wet, and he wiped a drop of water from his temple.Then he saw me.He didn’t move for a second. Just stared at me.I locked eyes with him and kept going, a smirk pulling at the corner of my lips.“Yes… yes! Mmmhh.”I moaned as my face squeezed at the painful pleasure.I noticed him walking toward me.Then, without saying anything, he reached out and grabbed my wrist.My red eyes stabbed him.“What do you think you are doing?"I panted, but he just pulled the dildo from me and set it on the nightstand.He looked down at me with a serious, quiet expres

“Mmph!” I heard myself moaning louder. His tongue continued toying with my swollen clit, flicking over my sensitive bud with long, wet licks and spine-curling precision. I swallowed, adamant about keeping my face straight and my hands by my side. I tried desperately to resist him, but he worked my clit, alternating between those soft, sensual licks and blowing on me, even sucking my clit between his lips. Against my will, my pussy watered and bloomed for him, leaking as he lapped at me, keeping his rhythm so patiently, playing the game so well that it was inevitable that I rocked toward that breaking point. I tried to resist, tried to keep my glare on him stern. But it felt too fucking good. My hands, which meant to beat him, ended up curled in his hair, yanking hard as I rocked my hips into his face, desperate now to topple over the edge and feel myself shatter against him. My body utterly betrayed me as my mouth voiced the words softly, "No, please, no," feeling humiliatio