Page 20 of Beg Me
"That's my good girl," he says, his voice a mixture of praise and possession that makes me whimper around him. "My perfect little cocksucker." He pulls himself from between my lips with an audible pop. "Tell me what you want."
"Please fuck me," I gasp. "Please use me. I need it more than I've ever needed anything."
Something flares in his eyes—satisfaction, hunger, something darker I can't name. "Good girl," he says, and those two words send a fresh wave of heat between my legs. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."
He releases my hair and steps back, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. "On the bed. Hands and knees. Now."
I scramble to obey, beyond thought, beyond anything but the desperate need to please him, to be filled by him. As I position myself on the bed, I feel more exposed, more vulnerable, and more myself than I've ever been.
Colt reaches into a drawer beside the bed and pulls out a wand vibrator, its sleek black surface catching the low light. My eyes widen as he approaches with the toy in hand.
"Since you're so desperate to come," he says, turning the wand on to its lowest setting, "let's see how well you handle a little more stimulation."
He kneels on the bed behind me, one hand gripping my hip to hold me steady. The vibrator hovers near my skin, close enough that I can hear its low hum but not yet touching me. The anticipation makes me tremble.
When he finally touches the head of the vibrator to my clit, I jerk forward with a gasp. Even on the lowest setting, the sensation is overwhelming after everything my body has already experienced.
"Oh god," I whimper, my arms shaking as they struggle to support my weight.
"Too much?" Colt asks, his voice deceptively casual as he keeps the vibrator pressed firmly against me.
"I don't know if I can—" My voice breaks as pleasure builds too quickly.
"You'll take what I give you," he says, his words both a promise and a threat. "Every. Last. Bit."
The vibrator stays frustratingly low, building my arousal without giving enough to push me over. I push back against him, desperate for more, but his grip on my hip tightens in warning.
"Please," I beg, my voice barely recognizable. "I need more."
"Patience," he murmurs, positioning himself behind me. I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing but not entering. "Tell me how badly you want this cock."
"So bad," I gasp as the vibrator continues its relentless torture. "Please, I need you inside me."
He pushes in slowly, just the tip, making me whimper with frustration. "What are you, Tess? Say it."
"I'm your toy," I pant, desperate to feel him fill me completely.
"Not specific enough." He withdraws slightly, and I make a sound of pure desperation.
"I'm a slut," I admit, the word falling from my lips more easily now. "Your dirty little slut who needs to be fucked."
"That's right," he growls, finally thrusting forward in one smooth motion that fills me completely. "My filthy little cockslut who begs to be used."
The vibrator continues its steady hum against my clit as Colt begins to move, each thrust deliberate and deep. The dual sensations—the fullness of him inside me and the vibrations against my most sensitive spot—make my mind go blank with pleasure.
"You love this, don't you?" he demands, his pace increasing. "Being fucked like the dirty slut you are. Say it."
"Yes," I gasp, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "I love being your slut. I love being fucked by you."
His hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back as he pounds into me harder. "Louder. I want to hear you admit it."
"I'm a slut!" I cry out, beyond caring about anything but the mounting pleasure. "I love being your slut. I love being fucked by you!"
The vibrator suddenly increases in intensity, and I scream as the pleasure spikes sharply. Colt's rhythm becomes punishing, each thrust hitting something deep inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Please," I sob, teetering on the edge. "Please let me come. I'm begging you."
"Beg better," he commands, his voice strained with his own restraint.
