Cry Or Better Yet Beg Novels & Stories

Please… if I have to beg all the gods to keep us all safe, I will do it without hesitation at all. This time, let us live… let us all be happy without one of us dying. itsclarixass

"Hey, Celia! I just apologized to you. You should've accepted it and let it go. But no, you just had to push it! You're nothing but a small-time business owner trying to act tough. "Don't forget. This is Yorkdale City! So, here's the deal. Apologize to me right now, and maybe I'll let it slide. Otherwise, you're screwed when my dad gets here." She was talking complete nonsense. I couldn't help but curse at her, "Just shut up! You're like a pile of crap!"

“Come on. I know you're dying for it. So beg me like you mean it.” “Please” He makes a disapproving noise, almost as if he's scolding me. His hand tightens his grip on my hip—almost painful. “I told you to beg, not ask. I want you falling apart—not just some lazy words.Beg me. I promise I'll give you what you need.” “Oh my fucking God just do it please!” “Say it properly. ‘Please, Aiden—‘“ His teeth graze my earlobe, voice dropping to a whisper "...make me come."

I bit it‚ softly αt first‚ then hαrder‚ letting my teeth sink in just enough to mαke her screαm. “I’m gonnα… I’m gonnα come—fuck‚ Ryαn‚ don’t stop—don’t stop—pleαse—pleαse don’t stop—” she begged‚ voice crαcking‚ full of nothing but need αnd heαt αnd desperαtion.

“Beg like you mean it.” “Please, Sir,” I sob, wrists burning, hips grinding desperately. “I’m yours, please don’t stop, I need it, I need you—” He slams in, fucking me relentless, but stops again right at the edge, hand cracking my ass until I’m crying, pleading and broken. “Say it again.” “I’m yours, Sir! Please, let me come, I’ll do anything, Sir—”

I whispered, my voice shaking and almost inaudible. ​He froze inside me, stiff and taut, a silent demand for obedience. Then, as if coaxing a secret from my trembling soul, he said, Beg for it, sweetheart. Beg. ​That word burned with both humiliation and need. I hated myself for the craving that surged through me, for the vulnerability that clung to every whispered syllable. But the truth was, right now, I needed to beg not because I wanted to, but because I had no other choice. I needed him to make me come.

“Beg.” I was shaking now, stubbornness crumbling under the relentless build and denial. My pride warred with the desperate need pulsing between my legs. He edged me twice more, whispering filthy praise against my neck—“So tight… so fucking wet for me”—until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please,” I finally gasped, the word torn from me. “Nico, please… I need it.”

by the time Ryan was done with his words, Dora felt a warmth that made her want to cry in joy, She wanted to tell him how she felt as well, Express herself like he had done but she couldn't find the right words, nothing she would say would be as beautiful as what Ryan had just said to her, “Are you gonna cry?” He teased her, she frantically shook her head with a smile “Tough girls dont cry. Now, go and freshen up and come back here before those wounds get infected “ he said, Dora stood up about to leave but she stood still “What is it?” Ryan asked, he appeared to be worried

Crying will only massage his ego. So I bit my lower lip as my body trembled with frustration. He noticed. “How hard are you trying not to cry right now? Pathetic. He died right beside you and you couldn’t save him. You didn’t even notice.” The dam broke. I couldn't help anymore. “Please — tell me it’s a joke.” “Huh?” He raised a brow, surprised at my sudden switch and plea. I looked up at him, hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

I suddenly hear him get quiet and I wonder what has happened. “Please don’t cry, my love. I don’t deserve to see your tears. You should never have to cry over me. I should make you smile and be the one who wipes the tears away. I know I said I wouldn’t beg for forgiveness, but I will beg for you to live. Please live baby, I can’t live in this world if you are not here. Even if you tell me to stay away and never come near you again, I’ll live with my shame as long as I know you are happy and alive.”