Page 55 of I Would Beg For You

I smile and tuck the phone back in.

“Everything okay?” Naomi asks.

I nod. “Everything’s fine. Come here.”

I open my arms to her, and she wastes no time rushing into them. She crashes into me, and then our mouths are also crashing together, seeking, taking, tasting. Dio, I missed her.

We fall into a tumble on the bed. Half of her sweater is off, and I tug it off her as she divests me of my shirt and pushes the shirt, jacket, and coat off me in the process. She’s expedient, gotta give her that, and hungry for me, just like I hunger for her. Her bra is off, and my hand is closing on a heavy globe, my mouth now seeking the pebbled nipple so I can suck on it. She tastes delicious, but I need more. I push her onto her back on the bed and scramble off, reaching for the waistband of her pants to undo the button and zipper so I can pull it off her, get her panties off in the process, too.

I grab her calves and tug her until her butt is on the edge of the mattress, then my hands are flat on her inner thighs and pushing them wide open so I can sink my mouth onto her sex.

She’s already wet and gleaming, eager for my cock, but I have to taste her first. I lap at her slit—it feels like my mouth is flooding with ambrosia. I need more, so much more. She’s writhing under me, needing the pleasure I can give her, and I concur. My mouth latches onto her clit as I slip a middle finger inside her channel, then add my index as well when I feel she’s ready. As I suckle her nub, I curl my fingers a little inside her, looking for the ridge of her pelvic bone, seeking…this, the little protrusion of flesh that drives her crazy.

Indeed, she arches off the bed with a keening moan. I smile against her clit, then accelerate the efforts of both my tongue and fingers to stroke her in both places at the same time, using the same rhythm, until she shatters under me as she cries out my name.

It’s a delight to detach from her and watch her coming down from her high. God, she’s beautiful. Her mouth is plush, lipssoftly parted. I have a vision of them wrapped around my cock, and I waste no time to divest myself of my pants and getting onto my knees on the bed. One hand sneaks under her head as I lift it up while my other hand guides my hard shaft past those lips.

Fuck, she’s so warm in there. My hand fists into her hair, setting a rhythm wherein I fuck her delicious mouth with short, rapid thrusts. When my balls tighten and I feel I’m about to come, I pull out. Naomi whimpers her deception, but I don’t pay this any heed. She’ll get her pleasure very soon. In all the times I’ve had her, I’ve never taken her from behind, and today, that’s all I can think of.

I roll her onto her front, press her arms out and flat into the mattress as I use my knee to part her legs. As soon as she’s stretched wide, I lower my body onto hers and sink my cock into her pussy.

She grips me differently from this angle. Tighter, hotter, like a vise closing in on my throbbing manhood. It takes just a few pushes for me to sail off into one of the most blistering orgasms I’ve ever had. At the same time, I’m aware she hasn’t come yet, so I sneak a hand underneath her belly and seek her folds, pressing my fingers onto her clit and rubbing until she crashes from her climax, too.

Spent, I let myself fall onto her, though I’m careful to brace most of my weight on my forearms to not crush her under me. Our breathings are erratic. My heart is hammering away in my chest. I don’t know for how long we stay like this, until Naomi lets out a giggle.

“What?” I mumble.

“Someone’s very happy to see me,” she says on another soft laugh.

I move, my hard-again cock bumping against her ass. “Hmm, he really is.”

“We can’t let his happiness not be rewarded,” she says.

I nuzzle her neck. “Agreed.”

She rolls onto her back and kisses me, and I lose myself in her again.

I’ve taken her two more times when we finally call it a day, really spent this time as we lie in bed on our backs with our bones like liquefied jelly.

I know we both have to go back to reality, but I want to savor a few more moments with her. I’d say she feels the same way, too.

Until the decision gets wrenched out of our hands. It sounds like the metal door of the elevator opening. I jump to my feet, finding my pants and tugging them on. It’s dark inside; we forgot to turn on the lights.

“Stay here,” I tell her as I grab the gun and check there’s a bullet in the barrel. Naomi’s eyes grow wide when she sees what I’m clenching, but I don’t have the time to soothe her right now. Danger might be right in the next room.

I’m cursing myself as I move stealthily to the open doorway of the bedroom. The lights come on in the living room, and I frown. Someone sent to hurt us would prefer the cover of darkness.

“Naomi?” a female voice calls out.

I turn to Naomi, eyebrows raised. She quickly gets out of the bed, the sheet tucked around her as she reaches my side.

A shadow falls onto us, and I cock the gun as I turn around to face the person who’s just arrived.

I frown when I see her. “Anya Brennan?”

“We can trust her,” Naomi says.

I turn to her slightly without releasing my aim on the newcomer. “Your father’s PR person? Are you out of your mind?”

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