Cry Even Better If You Beg Novels & Stories

So I'll just let the guitar cry, baby 'Cause there's no good in goodbye, babe. Can't let you see them coming down my eyes. So I'll just let the guitar cry baby.

he asked. “Yes…” I moaned, and he increased the vibration on the toy he was using on me. “Then you better beg me. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to make you cum. Beg me to make you squirt. Beg me to treat you like my sex toy for the night. I will make you feel better than I have ever made you feel before.” “Please…” I begged. “You’re not loud enough. Beg me again. This time, I want you to cry out my name as you beg me.”

"Of course, I'm on your side. I'll always remember everything you've done for me. I'm honestly just worried about you. "The online noise is badly affecting the company. Maybe… you could compromise a little? You know, offer a small allowance first to calm the others down? Sometimes, it's better to go with the flow rather than fight it. Don't you think so?" Layla wasn't here to support me. She was their messenger, testing my limit and using my kindness to persuade me into surrendering to their greed. Just then, Claire burst through the door, her face ashen. "Ms. Cooper, bad news! Keira's post just got shared by several influencers with millions of followers! It's already in the top ten trendin

"Say it." "Please make me cum," I begged, hating myself but craving the release. He grinned, victorious, and sped up, adding a third finger to stretch me. I came hard, clenching around him, juices soaking his hand as stars burst behind my eyelids. He kissed me through it—deep, claiming—then pulled back, licking his fingers clean with a satisfied hum. "Breakfast of champions."

And Amara, that crybaby is crying in her room. "Cry a river" I muttered. What I need now are my pills, she obviously can't help me.

“Did you like those men touching you?” “No,” I whimpered, trembling. “Please. Please,” “What are you begging for, pet?” he mocked, delivering another spank to my ass, this time a little too close to my pussy. “Make it clear.” “Make me cum. Please make me cum!” I was way beyond redemption. I just needed those fingers back in my pussy. “You crave release?” He chuckled. “Yes, yes please.” “You know what sluts do when they want something? They beg. Get on your knees and beg, my pet.”

Through my blurry eyes, I see him smiling and I can tell he is doing this on purpose—to make me beg, to make me plead… and I swear, I will beg. “Can you please just fuck me already?” I plead, my voice so broken that it sounds like I have been sex starved since forever. “I need you to take me now, Rylan.” “Beg me,” He demand, using his tip to part my folds. “Beg me harder—show me how much you want this cock right now and tell me how hard you want me to fuck you.”

Ok I cry very rarely but when I do a whole sea of sorrows,tears,my pain comes into it.When I cry I cry about each bad thing happening in my life, each betrayal, each loss. Its kind of trigger when it is stimulated, my whole emotions are out. I'm really extremist.I do things to an edge otherwise I don't do them.I also get bored easily. Its like switch of passions that kept switching on and off. Sometimes Chachu tell me that:

“Did you see Rhett posted a teaser on Crimson’s socials? It’s getting crazy engagement.” Of course he did. Always the showman. I took a sip of my latte and feigned interest. “Good for him. Did he tag the foundation?” “He did. Full video edit, even a clip of the band we booked. I have to admit…” She leaned around the corner. “The man knows how to sell a vibe.” Tell me something I don’t know. I settled into my office, opened my laptop, and tried to drown myself in logistics. Anything to keep my brain from circling back to the way Rhett had looked at me the night before—like he still saw every version of me I’d tried to outgrow.

"There might be another way. If we can figure out what you are. What a bloodline. Maybe we can—" Another pain wave; this one was much worse. I screamed. The room exploded, not literally, but everything flew; dresser drawers, clothes, books, and all of it lifted into the air and slammed against the walls. Dr. Chen ducked. Oryn threw herself over me. When the surge passed, I was sobbing. "I can't do this. I can't—" "Yes, you can." Oryn held my face. "You're the strongest person I know. You can do this."