How To Beg In A Romantic Way Novels & Stories

He replied “But what?” I asked “I just want you to stay here with me and hold you for a little while longer" He said stretching out his hands to grab me “Just a little while? Please, please" He added pleading and I love the way he held me and kissed me and I like it when he enjoys my company so much he begs me to stay “Maybe, if you beg a little harder, I may call my girl and tell her am not coming anymore” I said to him and kissed him back

“Maybe you should beg for once. Get on your knees and ask nicely.” His laugh is dark, ragged. “You think I’m the one who’s gonna break first?” I spin in his arms, shirt falling open completely, breasts bare, nipples hard in the cool air. His eyes drop, then snap back to my face, pupils blown wide. I trail my fingers down his chest, slow, teasing the open buttons. “You’ve been walking around hard for two weeks because you’re too proud to admit you want me more than I want you.” He grabs my wrist, presses it to his heart so I feel it slamming. “You want me to beg? I’ll beg. On my knees, tongue buried in that pretty pussy till you’re screaming. But only after you admit you’re dripping for me ri

"It isn’t any fun alone." "You want me to undress too?" Arissa asked, raising a delicate brow. "You’re going to have to beg me." Beg? Shit, why didn’t I see this coming? "Would you like me to get on my knees and beg?" I asked, slowly stepping forward so that we were mere inches apart. "Or do you want me to kowtow?" "Knees will do." Arissa responded, crossing her arms beneath her breasts so they were pushed up.

“Beg prettier.” I whimpered, shaking my head, but the way Alex’s fingers slid down my stomach and joined Liam’s work forced me into submission. Together, their mouths and hands were relentless, dragging me higher and higher until begging wasn’t just pretty—it was desperate. “Please—please don’t stop, don’t—”

My moans grew louder, hips rocking desperately. Just before I could come, he pulled his hand away. “No—no, please—” “Will you let him touch you or kiss you like that again?” “I won’t—I swear I won’t—” He brought me to the edge three more times. Each time he stopped just before I could fall, making me beg louder, more desperately. “Dante, please… I need you. I’m begging you. Please let me come. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

I begged. He looked at me and laughed, “No.” I huffed and decided to try something a little more convincing. Using my cutest smile, I tilted my head back, batted my eyes and brushed my fingers across his forearm, “Pretty please.” There were goose bumps forming on his skin under my fingers, and I knew I was getting to him. He glanced down at my hand and looked at me as if he were about to devour me, “Don’t do that.” My cheeks became warm and I grinned, biting my bottom lip, "Why not?"

I groan, deepening the kiss so I can stroke her tongue with mine. I want to push further and explore her mouth until she crawls into my lap. I need to feel her perfect body all over mine. I just fucking need her. But Bethany pulls away far too quickly, leaving me panting. "Come back." She shakes her head, but her lips twitch. "I'll beg if I have to," I try again. "I'm not going to make you beg right now." She sounds a little breathless, which makes me fucking proud. I pout as playfully as I can while looking like a bloody mess.

Then he pinned both of my wrists to the wall beside my head. “I’ll touch you,” he murmured. “I’ll do all the things you’ve been dreaming about. But I’m not going to give you anything unless you ask me for it.” He kissed the edge of my mouth. Bit my cheek. Whispered against my throat. “All you have to do,” he said, “is beg.” I tilted my head back, body betraying me again. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t beg. So I said the only thing I could.

His gaze flicks up, startled by the command. “That’s it,” I murmur, arching against his mouth. “I want you to see what you do to me. I want you to know you’re the only one who can make me this way.” His groan vibrates against me, sending shocks through my body. He thrusts his fingers inside, hitting that spot that makes me cry out, and I hold his head tighter. “Beg for me,” I whisper, half daring, half plea. “Tell me how much you need me.”

"Don’t make me beg." That wicked smirk of his only pushed me further, I dropped slowly to my knees between his thighs, keeping eye contact the whole time, enjoying the way his breathing deepened with each second. My hands slid up his strong thighs, teasing, before tugging down the waistband of his briefs just enough to free what I wanted. I licked my lips, giggling again. "Guess you’ve earned it, daddy." He leaned back on the couch, legs spread, eyes devouring me. “Come here. Don’t make me beg.”