Beg For Me: Chapter 15

He sighs a big, satisfied sigh, then chuckles. “I think I ruined your nice duvet. Whoops.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll buy a new one. I never liked this thing, anyway.”

I prop myself up on my elbows and look at him. We grin at each other like fools.

“Hello, Mr. McCord.”

“Good evening, Ms. Bianco.”

“Would you like a wet cloth for cleanup?”

“If it’s not too much trouble, I would.”

“It’s no trouble at all.”

We’re both as high as kites, grinning at each other like a pair of circus clowns. I’d almost forgotten how strong those orgasmic endorphins can be.

I kiss him, cradling his face in my hands, then tell him to lie on the bed and wait for me. He shoots to his feet and does a swan dive onto the mattress, flipping onto his back and flinging both arms out to the sides.

Between his legs, his cock still stands stiff as a flagpole.

It’s a beautiful thing. So is his smile, which is huge and blinding. He looks like he just discovered he can fly.

“If I start calling you Mrs. Robinson, would that be insulting?”

“Not to me. Anne Bancroft was ten years younger than I am now when she made The Graduate.”

I head into the bathroom as he continues to speak.

“But she was supposed to be like twenty years older than Dustin Hoffman in the film, right?”

“Right. But they were only six years apart in reality. So none of the age stuff actually meant anything. It was all for show.”

I stop in front of the bathroom mirror to stare at my reflection. I have to admit, I’m glowing. My skin looks fantastic. Those rosy, post-coital cheeks.

Carter’s better for my complexion than all the expensive creams I use.

I run a washcloth under warm water, squeeze it out, and wipe it between my legs. I rinse it and squeeze the water out again, then return to him. Gazing up at me, he watches me walk toward him. His beautiful body an offering. His heart in his eyes.

I climb onto the bed and stretch out next to him. Taking his cock in my hand, I gently start to clean him with the washcloth.

“Nobody’s ever done this for me,” he murmurs, watching me caress him.

“They should have. You’re an excellent patient.”

“If I’m a patient, that means you’re the doctor, right?”

Our gazes meet. His eyes glint with mischief.

Chuckling, I raise my brows. “Oh, you like that idea, do you?”

He bites his lip and nods.

“God, you’re adorable. How are you this cute?”

“Cute again? Arrgh!”

“Pardon me. How are you this…perfect?”

He glances demurely down at my hands. “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” I lean over and press a kiss to his hard stomach. “I could eat all my meals right here.”

“That can be arranged.”

We smile at each other. I’ve never felt this comfortable with a man this early on. I’m not sure what that means. Or if I want to know.

“Uh-oh. She’s thinking. That’s never good.”

He’s teasing but the worry comes through loud and clear. I shake my head and pick up his hand, cleaning that with the washcloth too. “I was actually just pondering how easy things seem to be with you.”

“Pondering? You were pondering while my dick was in your hands?”

“Don’t be insulted. I can multitask very well.”

“Okay, but if you ever admit while I’m making love to you that you’re also composing your grocery list, I’ll throw myself off the nearest cliff.” He quickly backtracks on that. “I mean I’m not expecting…I’m not assuming that we—”

“Yes you are,” I say lightly, smiling. “And that’s okay.”

He breathes a soft sigh of relief.

Finished cleaning him up, I rise from the bed again and deposit the washcloth in the clothes hamper in the closet. Then I find my discarded sweatpants and sweatshirt next to the bed and get dressed.

Carter watches my every movement, making no move to get dressed himself.

Seeing him acquiescent like that, soft-eyed and waiting, takes my breath away.

Maybe it’s the tequila that makes me do it. Or maybe it’s just because it feels right. Whatever the reason, what I say next surprises us both.

“I’d like you to spend the night. I don’t think we should have sex yet, but if you’re okay with that, and you’d like to stay too, I want you to.”

He draws a slow breath. Without taking his gaze from mine, he whispers, “Yes. Thank you.”

This man has thanked me more in one night than my ex did in twenty years of marriage. If I ever meet his mother, I’m going to compliment her on her parenting skills.

Or possibly die of embarrassment, considering she could probably be my older sister.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have anything for you to wear to bed.”

“I’d say that’s a tragedy, but we both know I’d be lying.”

“What do you normally sleep in?”

“Briefs. A T-shirt if it’s cold.”

I smile. “It’s not cold tonight.”

He rolls off the bed and stands. Then he strolls around to my side, grinning devilishly. “So you want me naked.”

“I do. Get undressed.”

He cocks his head and smiles. “So bossy.” But he eagerly strips off his jeans and briefs until he’s standing fully naked in front of me.

Looking at his strong, muscular body, I murmur, “You’re gorgeous. My God. Even your feet are perfect.”

He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly, putting his face into my hair. Winding my arms around his waist, I rest my cheek against his chest and listen to the steady thump of his heart.

He whispers, “Will you be naked too?”

“Better not. Too risky.”

“What if I promise to behave myself?”

“It’s not you I’m worried about.”

“Gotcha. Would it be okay if I woke you up in the morning with my mouth between your legs?”

He’s too good to be true. There has to be something wrong with him. Nobody is this wonderful.

“That would be more than okay, but you have to let me reciprocate. I don’t want this getting one-sided.”

“Making you feel good makes me feel good. It’s a turn-on.” He pauses to chuckle. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying no to a blowjob.”

“My skills might be a little rusty. You have to promise not to laugh at me.”

“I guarantee that no man in the history of the world has ever laughed when a woman has his dick in her mouth. Let’s go to bed.”

He turns to the bed and drags the covers down, then pulls me into his arms and flops on to the mattress, taking me with him. My laugh is breathless, but it turns to a shriek when he starts to tickle me. He rolls over and pins me underneath him, grinning down at me like a madman.

I say, “I forgot to ask you if you snore.”

“I forgot to ask if you snore.”

I pretend to be insulted. “How dare you, sir? A lady doesn’t do that.”

He peppers kisses all down one side of my neck, then kisses me on the mouth. “Ah, but are you a lady? I hope not. There are too many filthy things I want to do to you.” He puts his mouth next to my ear and whispers, “And have you do to me.”

He rolls us over, arranging our bodies so I’m facing away from him on my side and he’s curled up behind me, then he pulls the covers over us and snuggles against me, throwing an arm over to pull me in tight. His sigh is deep and contented.

“Are we really going to sleep with the lights on?”

“Oh shit. Sorry, I got distracted.”

He leaps out of bed, runs over to the wall switch by the door and hits it, then runs back to me as the room is plunged into darkness. Within moments, he’s resumed his spot behind me, tucking his legs up behind mine. He slips a hand under my sweatshirt and cups my breast.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes.” We lie there quietly for a moment, until I become aware of his erection poking at my ass. “You’re hard again. Unless you brought your wallet to bed with you.”

“I’ll think about something unsexy if you don’t like it.”

“I like it. I’m just surprised.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re the most boner-worthy woman in the world. Of course I’m hard again.”

“No refractory period necessary, hmm?”

“Yeah, like five minutes.” His voice turns throaty. “I can go all night if you want to.”

I smile into the darkness, thinking I might take him up on that sometime.

Like that, sated and smiling, I fall asleep.

The dream begins in a fairy-tale woods.

Golden sunshine filters down from the lush overhead canopy. Colorful birds serenade me from the branches of the trees along with the playful music of flutes and wind chimes. A waterfall splashes somewhere nearby but out of sight, the sound of the water carrying on a warm, gentle breeze. The air smells of springtime—blooming flowers and rich, rain-drenched earth.

I’m strolling barefoot through the gauzy light, humming to myself, in no hurry and with no particular destination in mind. The mossy ground is soft beneath my feet. The dress I’m wearing is a pale yellow wisp of silk, barely covering my naked body. I’m aware of my nipples, the way the fabric slides over them, teasing them to tightness, sending lovely tingles down between my legs.

Suddenly, from behind the trunk of a towering magnolia tree steps an enormous satyr.

He’s a man to the waist, with the build of a warrior, his chest broad and hewn with muscle, his skin burnished from the sun. His face is ruggedly handsome, his hair dark gold, his ears pointed. An unkempt beard covers his jaw.

His lower body is coated in a thick layer of brown fur. His legs are those of an animal, horse or goat, with hooves instead of feet.

A huge erection juts from between his furry legs.

My heart pounding, I freeze in place and stare at him with wide eyes.

“Hello, lady nymph,” he growls. Glowing blue eyes rake over my body. He licks his lips and grins lasciviously. “What a pretty little nymph you are. But a trifle sad. I think you need a good, hard fucking to make you happy.”

His enormous erection bobs. Fluid glistens at the swollen crown. Thick veins run the length of it, pulsing with blood. I stare at his penis, fascinated and terrified, my heart beating like mad.

I turn and run.

Animalistic laughter rings out behind me.

I dart through the woodland paradise, panting in panic, running blindly away from that beastly laughter that still echoes around the trees. My breasts bounce with every step. My hair is loose and long, flying around my face as I flee.

I leap over a mossy, fallen log and am caught in midair by the satyr. He pulls me against his strong chest and chuckles as I struggle to get free, my feet kicking uselessly.

“Sweet little nymph, you can’t escape. You were made for me.”

He sits on the log and traps me on his lap there with him, fondling my breasts with one big rough hand as I squeal and struggle. His muscular, furry thighs tickle my bottom. His monstrous erection pokes between my legs.

He’s huge and hot everywhere, and I know exactly what he’s going to do with me.

“Please! Let me go!”

He pinches my nipples through the silk, laughing in delight when I cry out. The he rips the dress off, his strong fingers tearing through it with ease, baring my breasts. He leans down to greedily suck on my nipples while he gropes my bottom.

My struggles and cries of distress are useless. They seem only to excite him. He takes my mouth in a savage kiss, rips the rest of the dress off my body, then puts his calloused hand between my legs and pets me there, stroking his fingers over my exposed pussy.

“Wet little nymph,” he says, laughing.

I make sounds of protest, begging him to set me free, but gasp when he thrusts his fingers inside me. He works them in and out, ruthlessly delving into my tender flesh as he bends down again to lick my aching nipples.

The pleasure is exquisite, but my fear of what he’s going to do to me burns like fire in my veins. If he tries to fit that enormous cock inside me, I’ll surely die.

He flips me over on his lap and holds me there as he fondles and spanks my bare bottom, enjoying playing with his trapped pet. Between my legs, I’m wet and throbbing. I can’t catch my breath.

“Please! Please! Let me go, you beast!”

He laughs and tweaks my swollen clitoris, making me gasp and jerk. When he strums his fingers back and forth over it, a helpless moan slips past my lips. His engorged organ rubs against my entrance. My hips start to undulate obscenely.

“You don’t want me to let you go, sweet nymph. You want me to fill your pink hole with my hard cock and fuck you until you’re screaming, don’t you?”

I babble a denial, which only makes him laugh again.

“I think we need to put something into that mouth.”

He pushes me to my knees so I’m kneeling between his hairy thighs, then holds me by the neck as he forces his huge cock past my lips. I want to protest, but can’t. When he thrusts his hips, I open my mouth and take him down my throat.

His cock is enormous. Hot and thick, tasting faintly of salt and smelling of musky animal.

I should be gagging on it. Instead, I’m sucking and bobbing my head to try to take it deeper, inching it down my throat. He sinks a hand into my hair and growls in approval, thrusting his hips. I grab his hairy thighs and grip them as he fucks my mouth lustily.

He pulls and pinches my nipples as I suckle him, slapping my breasts until they ache. He fondles my shoulders and back, grumbling in pleasure. The jerking of his hips grows faster as I suck and suck and suck. My pussy aches with need.

“My pretty little nymph wants to taste her satyr’s seed, doesn’t she?”

I whimper, feasting greedily on his huge cock, and cup his hairy testicles. Then I curl both hands around the base of his shaft and stroke it as I suck the crown.

He climaxes with a roar.

Hot fluid spills over my tongue and down my throat, such great spurts of it, it leaks from my mouth and drips down my chin. I swallow his semen over and over, breathing through my nose as I lap it up.

“Very good, little nymph. Time to take that cock in your tender little cunt now.”

He drags me up with his hands under my armpits and pushes me down on my belly onto the log. He spanks me smartly several more times, laughing at my helpless pleas.

Holding me by the hips, he thrusts into me.

I cry out as his enormous cock invades my pussy. Despite his release, he’s still hard as steel. He starts to thrust into me with hard strokes, ruthlessly fucking me, growling his pleasure and holding me firmly in place. He pounds me and gropes my breasts, pinching my nipples as his hairy balls slap heavily against my thighs.

I’m dizzy. Delirious. He’s using me, ramming into me, grunting and groping anything he likes on my naked body. My breasts are heavy and aching, swinging with his thrusts. My quivering thighs are spread open wide.

When the satyr shoves his wet thumb into my asshole, I groan in need.

His laugh is dark. He continues to rut into my aching hole, stretching me and violating me mercilessly, until his grunts of pleasure grow louder, and I know he’s close again to release.

When he shoots his hot load into me, my pussy clenches. I climax with a scream.

It echoes through the trees as he slows the motion of his hips and leans down to kiss my neck.

“My pretty, perfect nymph. You served me well. Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

He withdraws his cock from my dripping pussy and gently turns me over, draping me over the log on my back. Kneeling between my spread legs, he puts his mouth onto my swollen sex, lapping at it with his big tongue, sucking his semen out of me and swallowing it as I rock helplessly against his face, feeling his beard scratching my inner thighs.

His enormous rough hands rove over my naked body, fondling my breasts and tweaking my hard nipples. He reacts to my soft cries of pleasure with a grunt, then thrusts a finger inside my pussy and another one in my ass. Delirious with pleasure, I grip his hair and ride his face and fuck his thick fingers until the pleasure is unbearable.

My orgasm overtakes me. I awaken with a gasp.

It isn’t a satyr’s head between my spread thighs. It isn’t his mouth that feasts on me.

It’s Carter’s.

It’s somewhere near dawn. Soft morning light filters through the crack in the curtains. He’s kneeling on the bed between my legs, sucking on my clitoris while he finger fucks me through my orgasm until I’m spent.

When I’m limp and panting, a boneless ragdoll in his hands, he lifts his head and smiles at me.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning to you, king satyr.”

He furrows his brows in confusion, and I start to laugh.

I can already tell it’s going to be a beautiful day.