Page 27 of Beg for You

Her eyes were glassy, cheeks rosy, lips puffy from her biting them. “You do?”

Jesus, the way she said that—fuck—she sounded almost innocent, like she had no idea what I wanted from her. If she wanted to play that way, play coy, I was on board. I couldn’t deny it was hot.

I leaned in so our mouths were almost touching. “After I taste these lips, suck them, I’m going to eat that hot pussy pressed against me, soaking through my jeans, then you’re going to drop to your knees, take out my cock, and I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth.”

Her eyes widened. “Cal,” she said breathlessly.

Yeah, shit. That was hot. There was no way I could hold back another second. I slammed my mouth down on hers, getting my first taste of Cassandra Deighton. Her lips were warm and soft, her kiss almost sweet, goddamn tentative. That just amped me up more. I sucked her lower lip, nipped it. She whimpered and opened for me, and I slid my tongue inside the wet heat of her mouth…and groaned.

Cassy tasted better than I’d imagined, and after I first saw her all those years ago I’d imagined it a lot. Gripping the back of her head, fisting her hair tighter, I tilted my head and deepened the kiss, taking more.

She moaned against my lips, feeding me her little tongue, fucking going up in flames. One of her hands slid around my back, the other curling around the side of my neck, her thumb brushing my jaw. I dropped a hand to her ass and kneaded the soft flesh, yanking her closer. And fuck, that’s when she started rubbing up on me, working her pussy against my hard dick. I ground back, and she cried out, her movements getting more frantic.

Jesus, she was going to come like this if I didn’t stop. It was hard, but I pulled my hips back. When she came, I wanted it against my mouth.

“Please, don’t stop,” she said, trying to pull me back in.

“Not stopping, Princess.” I lifted her off the counter and strode to the leather couch, lowering her onto it. I dropped to my knees in front of her.

Her dress was still bunched up around her hips and I could see her panties, a light color, lace, delicate. I looked up at her, sliding my hand up her thigh, and brushed my thumb along the edge of that pretty lace. “You gonna let me put my mouth on you, Cassandra?”

She swallowed, her slender throat working. “Yes.”

There was something going on behind her eyes, shit, the way she was looking at me, like I was the answer to something, like this was more than just getting off—that she needed this, me—and it made me pause. I searched her wide-eyed stare, trying to work out what I was seeing, but she gave me nothing. And why would she? She didn’t need me. To her, I was just some guy getting her off. The monster she was slumming it with to escape her boring fucking life.

“Please,” she whispered.

I jolted. I’d been staring at her, fucking frozen. “Say it. Tell me what you want,” I said, because I was a bastard like that. I wanted to hear it from those proper, perfect, rich-girl lips. I wanted to push her right out of her comfort zone. I’d warned her I wasn’t polite or sweet, that I wasn’t the kind of guy who would hold her hand, and as much as I wanted in, I wasn’t going to make this easy on her. If she wanted what only I could give her, she had to ask for it.

I didn’t know why I was pushing her. Maybe it was seeing her in that evening dress, all done up, confirmation that she was living the same shallow life as her asshole father, but it had twisted something inside me. Then she’d give me innocent fucking looks and wide eyes, tentative kisses. I couldn’t work her out. All I knew was I wanted her with a fierceness I hadn’t felt before.

Christ, I wasn’t sure I could do it.

I wasn’t sure I could fuck her and not feel like an asshole. Yeah, I hated her father, but now, for some messed up reason, I didn’t like the idea of hurting Cassy.

Cassandra had thrown me off balance tonight, and I didn’t like it. Not one fucking bit.

“Please…put your…” Her throat worked again, eyes darting away, and my gut tightened. “Can you put your…your mouth on me.” Her eyes slid back to mine. “Please.”

Fuck.

I didn’t know who this woman was, I just knew in that moment there was more to her than I’d first thought. I also knew I needed to get her off, fuck, make her feel good, more than I needed anything else. Food? Who needed to eat? Oxygen? Breathing had nothing on the sounds Cassy made when she came for me.

I gripped the sides of her panties and tore them off. “Yeah, baby, I’ll put my mouth on you.”

Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I slid my hands under her, filling my hands with soft, smooth ass cheeks, and covered her pussy with my mouth.

The first taste of her had me growling like the monster she more than likely saw me as. She tasted so fucking good. So good. I dragged my tongue through her slit, up to her tight little clit and sucked on it. Her body bucked and she screamed, one of her hands going to the back of my head, nails grazing my scalp as she held me to her. She was into it, getting off on my scarred head between her thighs. She wasn’t the only one. I’d never been harder in my life. If I reached down and squeezed my dick I’d blow in my jeans.

I ate her like a man starved, tightened my grip on her ass, and shoved my tongue in her tight opening, tongue fucking her while I pressed down on her clit with my thumb.

She arched, nails grazing my head and shoulders, and cried out my name.

When she finished pulsing against my mouth, coming so nicely for me, I stood and yanked the front of my jeans open. No, I wasn’t going to fuck her, not yet anyway, but I was no saint and I’d never pretended to be.

Shaking with need, I gripped the shoulders of her dress and yanked them down her arms. Her tits burst free and I growled once more. I wanted my mouth on them again, but I needed to get off right fucking now. I couldn’t let her leave a second time and not come.

I climbed on the couch, straddling her on my knees. Her eyes were as round as fucking saucers. I gripped my dick and leaned in, pressing the swollen head to those sexy as fuck lips.