How To Beg In A Romantic Way Novels & Stories

“Do I have to beg?” Maybe she wonders why I looked so confident right now. She may be thinking that I love my woman to beg. But only for her. I want her attention. That is why; I want her to beg. God knew how much Beatrice didn’t want to be another notch on my bedpost, but if I had to beg, I would. Where I was concerned, it seemed I had no pride. “You have to tell me you want me as much as I want you.” She began to turn her head, her lips trembling. “Because you don’t know.”

She says slyly. I turn to her on the step. "What? You want me to beg?" She smirks. "Maybe a little." I get close and start peppering her face with little kisses. "Please." Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. "Please." Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. "Please." She starts giggling. "Okay! I forgive you!" I separate smiling. We go back to leaning on our knees again.

“Then come make me beg.” He didn’t just come to her. He stalked. Rome’s expression had changed. No more lazy teasing. His jaw was clenched, muscles taut, cock standing thick between his hips as he stopped beside her. “You want me to make you beg?” Amara didn’t answer. She just slid her legs apart. Rome dropped to his knees between them. One hand braced her thigh. The other curled into her hair. And then his mouth was on her — fast, hungry, vicious.

“Oh?” I sighed, looking away from his gorgeous dark eyes. My words weren't working at their best right now. Plus I would catch more flies with honey than vinegar. There was a better way to go about this. “Please, Jay,” I whined, letting him see my desperation. “I need what you give me, what only you can give me. I need it, please.” There. I knew Jay liked it when I begged. He blinked at me, his mouth falling open. I reached up, grasping his waist. “I need you so bad, please. Don't keep doing this to me, I feel like I'll explode. Please.”

he whispered, his eyes shining with emotion but I remained unfazed. “If you really want me, and want to have something with me, then you have to beg this time around.” I added, my tone dark as I held his gaze. My voice coming out in whispers, “You have to beg me and tell me that you want and love me. I am going to be the master of this" I said, gesturing between us with my fingers. “Not you!”

I say and push on his shoulders until he's laying flat on the bed and I get up to straddle him, nesting his hard dick between my legs, "But I think I have to beg for forgiveness first, don't I?" "Oh, yeah," he says, biting on his lip as he looks up at me, "On your knees." "Whatever you say, Sir," I say and move down on my hands and knees until I'm at face level with his pretty, pink dick. Liam lifts himself on his elbows so he can look down at me, "Now what?" He grabs himself and lifts his dick until his tip is hitting my lips.

He shrugged and faked a yawn while stretching his limbs out, which made him raise my phone higher, "This is not going anywhere." "ELLIOT!" I whined loudly and gave him my best pout. "You know what you gotta do." And with that, I once again froze on my spot. That is his favorite line when we were dating because that means that I have to beg him for me to get something I want. And I'm not talking about the "pretty please with a cherry on the top" or "pretty please with a dolphin half unicorn with fairy dust all over" kind of begging, but the type of beg where I have to say three different things that I love about him.

“This is how I beg.” Rising smoothly, I closed the distance, wrapping my arms around his neck. His body tensed, a coiled spring ready to snap. My fingers traced his jaw, rough with stubble, down to the pulse throbbing in his neck. The touch was electric, forbidden, stirring desires I wished I could bury. If I go lower, I’ll make sure I have the last laugh. His breath came shallower, eyes darkening. “Zeus, please? I can go out, right?” I leaned in, with the pleading eyes locking onto his. “You'll allow me, won't you? I’ll be a good girl. I promise. Hm?"

"Ah... finger me..." I shamelessly asked, biting my lips. He looked at me and said," Beg me with grace." "Please finger me..." I begged, digging my claws in his strong muscular back, trying to enter inside his skin. . He was making me feel insanely hot. He smirked at my struggles and softly whispered," Say my name while begging, Martina." Ugh! How hard he's going to make it for me. I have vowed to not submit in front of any male in this life. It seems like Loren is going to be exceptional.

She fell back against the bed, panting, drenched in sweat and something else. Dante stood slowly. Her eyes followed him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, then pulled back with a somber smile. “No matter how many times I tell you to beg, don’t.” Her breath caught. The intensity still lingered in the air, enough to make her bold. “What happens if I beg?” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair, eyes scanning her face. “I’ll ruin you.”