Make Me Beg Novels & Stories

MELISA QUIZON I was so stupid to give you all my attention. ‘Cause the way you played me. Exposed your true intention. ‘Cause one day I’ll have you beggin’ on your knees for me. Yeah, one day. I’ll have you crawling like a centipede. You mess with me. I’ll mess with her. So, I’ll make sure you get what you deserve. Yeah, one day! You’ll be beggin’ on your knees for me [Song: Beggin’ On Your Knees]

"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.”

Push me, then beg. But this time, I wasn’t falling for it.

Her words and confusion were a sore buzz killer. “Would you make me beg then?” she called out. I stopped mid way and looked back. She looked angry. “What?” I was confused. “Will you make me beg, if, I mean when I am ready?” she demanded furiously. Ideal answer was yes… I would have made her beg and an image of her naked, on her knees, with her soft lips around my… But I pushed that dirty thought out of my head. “It is actually an expression, princess,” I sighed as I desperately felt the need to clarify. “There are many ways you can… you know… can do it.”

"Should I make you beg for it?" Then he curled his fingers slightly, deliberately hitting that sensitive spot inside me. "Fuck!" My hips jerked violently. "Tell me, Poppet," Jaxon said as he pulled his fingers out before thrusting them back in hard enough to make me gasp again, "with enemies trying to kill us and no guarantee we survive tomorrow, making you beg for my cock might be the only fucking thing keeping a man like me sane." He leaned closer until his forehead nearly touched mine. "So..." His voice dropped lower. Darker. "Should. I. Make. You. Beg. For. It?"

"Please... I want it so bad. Don't make me hold it. Please let me cum for you. I need it. I need you." The plea came from somewhere deep inside me, a place I'd never accessed before. I'd never begged anyone for anything in my life… I didn't beg, didn't plead, didn't show weakness. But with Jaxx, begging felt natural, right. It felt like the most honest thing I'd ever done.

“Then they’ll have to bleed for it first.” I met his gaze.“Then let’s make them.”

Of course, I’d been delusional before. [I need you to help me process my divorce with Aiden.]

“You’re taking it so well—like you were made for this.” I reached up with trembling hands, cupping his balls, urging him deeper even as my body convulsed. When he pulled back for a fraction of a second, words tore from my raw throat before I could stop them: “Don’t stop—please. I need it all. Make me choke on it.” Begging. I was begging.

I bit my lips, my hips jerking, Begging to be touched. And then I felt it, his fingers sliding into my pants.