How To Beg In A Romantic Way Novels & Stories

“I know what the easy answer is but I can’t do that.” “If the easy answer is to walk away then you’re lucky you’re not within slapping distance because I would totally whack you upside the head for being so dumb. Of course, the answer isn’t to walk away. The answer is to woo Beatrice. You’re attracted to her and perhaps, with any luck, she’s still attracted to you. Make a grand gesture to show her that you care.” “Like what?” “I don’t know, use your imagination and I’m not talking about flowers.”

he said and his voice cracked on the words. “Then beg.” He sucked in a breath like I had punched him. “What?” “You heard me,” I said. “If you want to touch me you are going to have to beg for it. And it better be convincing.” For a moment I thought he might refuse. Thought his pride might win out over his need. But then he dropped to his knees again and looked up at me with so much raw desperation in his eyes that I almost gave in right there.

Standing beyond the gate. The second he saw Ubi, his whole expression darkened. I opened the gate and put my hands on my hips. "What do you want? Do you know you're being a nuisance?" And then Hugo did something that made me freeze. He suddenly pulled me into a tight hug. "Please, babe, come back to me. Don't go through with your wedding. Let's go through with ours instead," he begged. I shoved him away with all my strength and slapped him hard across the face.

Sitting on his bed, low sweatpants hanging off his hips, one hand gripping his phone, the other lazily resting against his hard, thick cock, the outline pressing against the fabric. Ryder: Your turn, baby. My entire body burned. My face blushes as I just imagined that I had taken that hard cock into my mouth. My nipples were so hard pressing against my bra. Should I? I typed back. Evie: I am not that easy. Ryder: What should I do to beg? Evie: I want you to suffer for it. Ryder: Oh? You want me desperate? Evie: I want you on your knees.

“Beg me harder—show me how much you want this cock right now and tell me how hard you want me to fuck you.” “Please fuck me, Rylan,” I cry out desperately. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I will feel the impact for days —maybe until I can’t fucking walk… please Rylan, fuck me like you’re destined to break me.” I didn’t even know if my words makes any sense but I just want the damn cock inside me. Using both hands, he cups my breasts. “Begging so desperately for my cock, huh?” He sneers, his voice dripping with mockery. “But you know what sweetheart? Even if you don’t beg, I’m going to ruin you.”

She thinned her eyebrows and I could feel that she understood my challenge. Our lips were just a little away. She aligned her face to reach my ear. I leaned in closer to her neck when she slowly muttered in ear. "Sultan, your Begum is begging you to... To make love to her... Madly... An... And roughly." Her voice so delicious and tempting that it made me go crazy all alone. A wide smile formed over my lips and I understood that the fire was burning equally between us. My hands freed her hands unknowingly and my lips reached her neck. Her smell beautiful and like a drug.

“How much do you want me to do? How far do you want me to beg you?” He leaned even closer, his lips near my ear now, his voice deep and hoarse enough to make me shiver. “Then beg me properly… Why not get on your knees?”

I groan and nudge her legs further apart with my knee. “Please.” She begs, casting me a sultry look over her shoulder, red hair plastered to her face. “Have me my love.” She sticks her ass out further encouraging me. One hand on her hip, the other around my cock, giving it a few strokes I line up at her entrance, bending the knees slightly.

“Is that so? Well, I suppose I’ll just have to find another way to convince you.” “Oh? And how do you plan to do that?” I challenged, my playful smile widening. He leaned even closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “By begging you, of course.” I laughed softly, feeling a flutter in my chest. “Okay, let’s hear it. Beg.”

“Not until I decide you can.” “This is ridiculous.” “This is control. My control. Over you.” I wait until he’s breathing normally again, then release the pressure and start stroking. “Let’s try again.” I work him back up—slow, deliberate, watching every reaction. When he gets close, I press my thumb down again. “Fuck!” He arcs up. “Alexei—” “Beg.” “What?” “Beg me. Beg me like you mean it.” “I’m not going to—”