All Chapters of BEG FOR IT : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Mark pulled his thick cock slowly from Lisa’s still-twitching ass, watching the way the tight ring clung to him before releasing with a soft, wet sound. Her hole stayed slightly open for a moment, glistening, before closing again. He spun her around on the counter with easy strength, lifting and settling her on the edge so she faced him fully. Her legs hung open, thighs shiny with her own juices. She was a beautiful, thoroughly used wreck—hair messy and stuck to her damp forehead, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. Her heavy breasts were covered in layers of bite marks, spit, and faint red handprints. Both her pussy and ass leaked steadily, a mix of her arousal running down onto the marble. Yet her eyes remained dark and hungry, still locked on his cock.“Beg for my cum,” he commanded, voice rough with restrained need. He stood between her spread thighs and stroked his throbbing shaft inches from her face and tits, the head still shiny with her juices, veins standing out, the whole length

Nate PovI crawl until my knees ache and the hardwood has scraped the skin raw. Cole doesn’t rush me. He walks behind me at a lazy pace, the soft sound of his bare feet the only thing I hear besides my own uneven breathing. Every few steps he reaches down and drags two fingers along the obvious bulge in my jeans, just enough pressure to make my hips stutter, then takes his hand away again. I bite back a sound. He hasn’t given me permission to make noise yet.When we reach the center of the living room he stops me with a quiet, “Stay.”I freeze on all fours, wrists still locked behind my back, ass up, head hanging. My cock is so hard it hurts. The zipper of my jeans digs into the underside of the shaft. Precome has already soaked through the front of my underwear; I can feel the wet spot cooling against my skin.Cole moves in front of me and crouches. He tips my chin up with two fingers so I have to look at him. His cock is still out, still hard, still shiny from my mouth. He strokes

Nate Pov Cole doesn’t pull out.He stays buried inside me while I tremble on the floor, cheek pressed to the hardwood, chest heaving. Every small shift of his hips sends another aftershock through my oversensitive body. My cock is still half-hard, sticky and spent against the floor, but the way he fills me keeps the ache alive.He leans down, mouth close to my ear. “You came so hard you almost blacked out. And you still haven’t stopped clenching around me.” His hand slides under my chest and hauls me up until I’m on my knees again, back against his front, his cock still deep in my ass. The new angle makes me gasp. “We’re going to the bedroom. You’re going to keep me inside you the whole way. If I slip out, you start begging from the beginning.”I nod, dazed. “Yes, Sir.”Standing is awkward. My thighs shake. The cuffs still limit my arms. Cole keeps one arm locked around my waist and the other hand firm on my hip, guiding every slow, shuffling step. Every movement makes his cock dra

Say PleaseLena PovThe blindfold is already tied when she pushes me down onto the bed.I don’t see her do it. I only feel the soft black fabric settle over my eyes, the knot tightening at the back of my head with practiced ease. The world goes dark. My other senses sharpen instantly—the cool air on my bare skin, the faint scent of her perfume, the quiet sound of her breathing above me.“Stay still,” Mara says. Her voice is low, calm, the same voice she uses when she’s about to take me apart. “Hands above your head.”I lift them. Soft rope slides around my wrists, looping through the headboard and cinching snug. Not tight enough to hurt. Tight enough that I can’t pull free. My pulse kicks hard in my throat.She doesn’t speak again for a long moment. I hear the soft rustle of fabric as she undresses. Then the mattress dips and her weight settles over my thighs. Bare skin against bare skin. She’s warm. I can feel the heat of her cunt hovering just above my stomach, close enough that th

Lena PovMara doesn’t untie me.She leaves me exactly as I am—wrists bound to the headboard, blindfold still tight, thighs slick and open. The air feels cooler now against the wetness between my legs. Every small shift of the mattress reminds me how exposed I am. I can hear her moving around the room. A drawer opens. Something soft lands on the bed near my hip. Then her weight settles beside me again.Her fingers trail up the inside of my thigh, collecting the mess she already made of me. She spreads it higher, over my hipbone, across my stomach, painting me with my own wetness.“You’re still shaking,” she observes. “Two orgasms and you’re already falling apart. We’re just getting started.”I swallow. My voice is rough. “Please—”“Not yet.” She presses two fingers against my mouth. I open automatically and suck them clean. The taste of myself is strong, familiar. When she pulls them free she replaces them with her thumb, letting me lavishly tongue the pad of it while she watches me f