Page 75 of Bitter When He Begs

“You—” I start, but his mouth cuts me off.

He kisses down my stomach—slow, measured, tracing every twitch with his tongue, every stuttered breath like he’s cataloging reactions for later. And when he reaches my cock, hard and flushed and leaking, he pauses just long enough to look up at me with those fucking smug blue eyes.

“I want to see you beg,” he murmurs, and then his mouth encases my cock.

Wet heat. Tongue dragging from base to tip, one slow stroke that makes my thighs tremble and my hands shoot to his hair before I can think. I don’t mean to moan, but I do.

“You’re gonna be so easy to ruin,” he says, and my cock twitches in his grip. “All it takes is my spit and you melt.”

“Not begging,” I manage, my voice hoarse. “Still not fucking begging.”

“Yeah,” he says, and the grin he gives me then is pure devastation. “But your cock said ‘thank you.’”

Luca’s mouth crashes against mine again, teeth scraping against my bottom lip before he bites down, making me whimper. He swallows the sound, his tongue sliding against mine, deep and possessive, and I just know he’s trying to own me from the inside out.

His fingers flex against my jaw, keeping me still as he devours me—and fuck, I’m suffering.

“Luca,” I moan, my head tipping back, but he doesn’t let me get away.

“No,” he growls against my lips, his voice thick with amusement. “Not until I’ve had my fun.”

He then sits up so abruptly it makes my head spin, and I watch as he digs in his nightstand drawer, pulling out lube and condoms. My heart is sitting in my fucking ass as I watch him slick up his thick fingers, and I swallow hard.

Fuck… I never thought we’d get here. Luca’s going to split me in two on his cock, and knowing me, I’m going to thank him for it.

He slaps my thighs apart and grins; my cock fucking throbs when he draws those slicked-up fingers to my needy hole, teasing me.

My hips jerk up when he pulls away, and he fucking laughs before slipping a digit inside, not giving a fuck about the tight ring of muscle. I gasp and my back lifts from the bed as he curls his finger.

“There it is,” he groans, fucking my hole slow. “Fuck, you’re tight, baby.”

I whimper, and Luca goes still for a second before chuckling and adding another finger, finding my prostate and my entire body lights up.

“F-fuck—”

“You act like you’re beneath begging, but you’re not,” he says, fucking me with his fingers and my cock jumps, precum slipping down my length. “Your cock’s dripping like it wants to be humiliated.”

I sound fucked out and he’s only got his fingers in me, and I know—I fucking know—as soon as he gets me on his cock, I’ll be a fucking slut for him.

“God, Luca, don’t stop,” I mutter, and he licks his lips.

“Yeah? You like that?” he taunts, curling his fingers and dragging another moan out of me. “You want more, you better start begging, Sunshine.”

My hips roll against his hand when he slows down, but Luca doesn’t give me what I need. He keeps the pace too fucking slow while his free hand grips my hip to keep me down.

“Luca,” I grit out, frustration curling in my chest.

“What is it, baby?” he murmurs, his tongue flicking against my ear. “You need something?”

I nod, panting, and he bites my earlobe. “Use your words.”

Groaning, my fingers fist the sheets, my body strung tight with frustration. “More.”

“More?” Luca echoes in a mocking tone. “Whimpering like that’s gonna make me go easy. Beg like the good little cockslut you are so I can fuck the brat out of you.”

I bite the inside of my cheek. I’m not going to do it; I fucking refuse. I can take it, ride it out, and wait for him to snap and fuck me like he wants to. He’ll cave first, he has to. That’s how this works, that’s howwework. I mouth off, he snaps, I win. Always.

But then his fingers twist inside me again, curling just right, and suddenly my spine arches off the mattress. My whole bodyseizes around the pressure, and a broken sound tears from my throat before I can swallow it down.

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