Page 20 of Beg For Me (Morally Gray #3)

“I love vampires. They’re so elegant. Wouldn’t it be cool to be immortal? Except for the drinking blood part. I’d go crazy not having anything crunchy to eat. What do you think would happen if a vampire was allergic to blood? Would he get rashes and terrible diarrhea?”

I can’t help myself. I start laughing. After I’ve composed myself, I tell him to take off his shoes.

“Does this mean I’m staying?”

“It means I don’t like shoes on my nice duvet.”

Without releasing me, he kicks off his shoes and sweeps them off the bed with his feet. We lie there for a while, our breathing falling into sync, until he rolls onto his back, bringing me with him. He arranges me on top of him until I’m comfortable, then pushes my hair off my face.

Gazing deep into my eyes, he whispers, “Thank you. For being you. For being so amazing. I’ll do whatever you want to make amends for my fuckup.”

I press a soft kiss to his lips. “Well, there are a few things I can think of right off the top of my head…”

He gazes at me for a beat, then rolls us over so I’m on my back again. Then he sits up, pulls my sweats down my legs, and tosses them to the floor. Staring between my legs, he licks his lips.

Then he growls, “Permission to eat your cunt.”

“Granted. And for the record, that’s a standing permission from now on.”

He rises, pulls off his shirt, and tosses it aside.

I take a moment to admire his beautiful body.

One of his pecs is inked, and so are both of his muscular arms. I know that he’ll be magnificent fully naked.

Those strong thighs. That hard ass. That big bulge he’s grown for me, straining at the confines of his zipper.

He grabs my ankles and drags me over so my bottom is on the edge of the bed and my feet are touching the floor.

Kneeling between my spread legs, he slides his hands slowly up the inside of my thighs, caressing my flesh as he stares with avid eyes straight at my exposed pussy.

He leans forward and licks it.

When I feel his tongue on me, so warm and soft, I moan in pleasure. He swirls the tip of his tongue around my clitoris, teasing it, then sucks with gentle pressure.

“Yes. Perfect. Just like that.”

He puts his hands under my thighs and hooks my knees over his shoulders, continuing to lick and suck my clit, then slides his hands up my body and squeezes my breasts.

It feels amazing.

His mouth, his hands, his thumbs stroking back and forth over my rigid nipples…

the incredible sensations make me shudder.

I moan again, arching into his hands. My eyes drift shut.

I sink both hands into his hair and rock my hips against his face as the pleasure builds, spreading outward from my pussy to my entire lower body.

He takes one hand away from my breast and sinks his thumb inside me.

When he starts playing with that sensitive knot between my ass cheeks, stroking it gently as he finger fucks me and lavishes my clit with his tongue, I shiver helplessly.

The feeling is so intense, it’s almost overwhelming.

My skin is hot and my hard nipples are aching for attention.

I wish I could have his mouth everywhere at once.

I lift my head and whisper, “Show me your cock. I want to watch you play with it while you eat me.”

Eyes closed, he groans into my pussy.

Without taking his mouth off me, he fumbles with his belt, tugging at it desperately, until the clasp releases. He whips it through his beltloops and throws it aside, yanks down his zipper, and shoves his hand inside his pants.

He grasps his erection, makes a fist around it, and starts to stroke the length of it as he licks me.

“That’s a very nice dick, Carter.”

He strokes it faster. It juts from his fist, thick and veined, the crown glistening. Just looking at it excites me. I want it inside me. I want him to make me come with his mouth, then fuck me deep and hard with that beautiful dick.

I want that, but it’s too soon. And he’s right. I might feel differently tomorrow about his confession than I do right now.

So tonight, we’ll let him repent a little.

I sit up and gently pull his head back by his hair, forcing him to look up at me. Kneeling between my thighs, he’s panting, his cock still squeezed in his fist, his eyes hazy and half-lidded.

“Do you like how I taste?”

He rasps, “Yes.”

“Would you like to make me come?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

He shudders and licks his lips. “Yes, please.”

When I say softly, “Good boy,” he makes the smallest whine in the back of his throat, then shoves his face back between my thighs and latches onto my swollen clit like it’s a nipple he needs to draw milk through.

“Not too hard,” I admonish, tugging his hair.

He gentles his suction, his fist frantically pumping his dick.

It’s so exciting to watch him like this. On his knees, desperate to please me, obeying my every command. He’s young, gorgeous, and completely at my mercy.

I feel powerful, like a sorceress. Like a warlord taking her victory spoils. It’s a heady sensation, being in charge. No wonder my ex liked it so much.

I take his face in my hands, lean over, and kiss him. He kisses me back desperately, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth and moaning. I taste myself on him, the musky tang of my womanhood, and it thrills me.

“Open your eyes, sweet boy.”

His lids drift open. Flushed and panting, his pupils dilated and his lips swollen and wet, he almost looks drugged.

Our faces inches apart, I gaze into his eyes and whisper, “You’re doing so good. I love how you make me feel. Now, I want to watch you make yourself come while you eat me, okay? Will you be a good boy and do that for me?”

He’s so excited, he can’t even answer. He simply licks his lips and nods, all the cords in his neck standing out and sweat beading his hairline.

“All right. Stay on your knees there. Spread your legs wider so I can see all of you.”

He obeys me instantly, spreading his legs apart and cupping his hand around his balls, displaying himself for me. Staring up into my eyes, he rests a hot, trembling hand on my thigh and squeezes it.

“Stroke yourself. Let me see you.”

He swallows, exhales a shaky breath, then runs his palm along the underside of his straining cock. At the crown, he curls his fingers, then strokes his hand back down the length until he reaches his balls again, which he fondles.

I gently kiss his cheek. “You’re so handsome, Carter. So perfect.”

He sways slightly, swallowing again, then inhales a ragged breath.

“Do you like it when I praise you?”

“Yes. I love it. I love it.”

His voice is thick. His breathing is shallow. His eyes have a glossy, unfocused shine.

There’s a split second of perfect clarity where I understand exactly how much responsibility I have to be careful with him like this, to make sure this heady feeling of control doesn’t overpower what we’re both actually after.

The intimacy and connection is what’s most meaningful, not who’s telling who what to do.

It’s all about trust.

My chest tightens with emotion. Gazing into his eyes, I murmur, “You’re safe with me. I promise. Now give me your mouth and make us both come.”

We share a hot, passionate kiss. Then Carter positions himself back between my legs and, with a grateful groan, buries his face in my pussy.

I cradle his head and watch him lick and suck, his cheeks hollowed, his eyes closed, his hands working between his legs, one squeezing his balls and the other stroking his shaft, until we’re both moaning.

My pulse is flying. I’m breathing hard, and my thighs are trembling. The pleasure is sweet, so sweet, a pulsing coil of heat that winds tighter and tighter with every stroke of his tongue.

He opens his eyes and stares up at me with a pleading look.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I whisper breathlessly. “Yes.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, moans deeply into me, and shudders. A thick stream of semen shoots out of the crown of his cock, then another and another in short, rapid pulses, spurting onto the bedspread, sliding down his hand.

My pussy convulses. The contractions hit hard and fast in exquisite, rhythmic bursts that overwhelm my senses. Crying out, I fall back onto the bed and writhe against his face. My nipples ache for his teeth. The hollowness inside me aches to be filled with the long, hard length of him.

I orgasm with abandon, thrashing around and groaning. I’m beyond all caring of anything but the way he makes me feel. The pleasure he’s selflessly giving me.

When my orgasm fades and I’m lying there panting at the ceiling, Carter rests his cheek on my thigh. I reach down, ruffle his hair, and laugh softly, blissfully contented.

I could really get used to this.