Novel & Cerita Make Me Beg

Easton asked, he could tell Mia was up to something as usual but this woman was the one he loved. “The Manhattan Fashion Week is tomorrow.” He raised an eyebrow. “So? We have no business there and you know it.” “I want to go,” she said. “And I want you to come with me.” Easton blinked again. “How?? That’s totally out of our league…unless, You got invited?” She shook her head. “No. I’m not that rich. I’m not a member too. But I begged my manager to pull some strings. She used a few connections. Got me one of the cheapest entry cards. Just one.”

I cry, embarrassed by my words, and by the need in my voice. "Good girl," he says with a devilish smile. Now beg for me to make you come, baby. Let me hear you beg like the good little girl that you are." And I don't even have enough pride to try to disobey him, because I need what he's promising me. I need it so bad. So even though I know that under any other circumstances I would tell him to fuck off, I do what he says. I beg him, beg him to make me come, to give me what I need. This man has taken everything from me. He took me when I begged him not to, stole my virginity from me, and yet I'm about to beg for him to finish me off. And I don't even care. I'm like an addict trying to get his

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

“Three days. That’s all she’ll last. Her wolf will drive her mad without my touch. She’ll come crawling back, begging.” The pack members and allies who had come for our ceremony erupted in laughter. A few of them even made a bet right in front of me, wagering a million-dollar aurora ore mine. They bet I’d be torn apart by the fear of going rogue and be on my knees by midnight, begging Viggo to let me back in. But they had no idea. My birth father had already secretly sent our family token. My pack was already waiting. This time, I would shatter our bond for good.

But I need him to do it right now. He goes utterly still, leaning over me, my hand in his grip. "You like begging?" My lips quiver, but no words pass. I know I've put myself into a trap now, my own words condemning me. I slowly raise my eyes to his. I find a manic lust staring back at me. I want it all. I want every bit of it. Even if I do have to beg for it. "Go on, beg," he urges. "I- I..."

her pants sounded desperate as he continued to draw circles on her arching bud and after a few rough thrusts he replied with, “Come with me…” She came undone as her legs had a slight tremble to which he gripped it even harder and landed a spank on her ass and pulled out to release his seeds on her ass. “Fucking see how you begged for your release? How you sucked me? That's how to submit.”

of the. "Travis," I gasped. "Yes?" He crawls, looking up between my legs. "Don't make me beg" "I won't make you beg but I will make you tremble"

“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."

Beggar "Beauty look at me please." I spin around and stare at his sullen face, "What do you want Zero?” I sigh, “My name is Beggar, it's not beauty, it's Beggar, okay, I said it was good. We good, we said what we had to say, don't worry about it. How many times are you gonna keep apologizing?" His face crumbles, and I feel that tug as my resolve slides a fraction. "Until I stop feeling like shit."

Not my mom… She would be so heartbroken. I stared at Bella, mentally imploring her not to listen to her minions. “Maybe if you beg me. Get down on your knees. Put your head on the floor. Beg me, and mean it.” Bella ordered. Trembling, I slowly got onto my knees, and let my forehead drop to the filthy ground amidst the jeers from Bella’s lackeys. “Bella… Please. You can do anything to me. Just don’t post that video online. I’m begging you, please…” My voice was shaking as I pleaded with her.