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Chapter 124 Beg Me To Touch You
Chapter 124: Beg Me To Touch You
Dante’s POV
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“Make you what, baby? Cum?” I pressed her fingertip just barely inside, enough to make her gasp but nowhere near enough to satisfy. “I could do that. I could make you come so hard you would see stars. But you know what I want to hear first.”
Her lips trembled as she bit her lip, fighting herself, fighting me, fighting the desperate need consuming her.
“Still being stubborn,” I observed, pulling her finger free. “Even when your pussy is crying for me. Even when you are so close to breaking you can taste it.”
“Dante.” Her voice hitched, raw and needy, and I could feel every tremor of her body answering me.
“I can see it, you know.” I held her hand still, making her wait, making her ache. “I can see how badly you need this. How your thighs are trembling. How your breathing is all over the place. How you keep grinding against your own hand like it could ever be enough.”
“It’s not.”
“It’s not enough,” I agreed, voice low and dark. “It will never be enough. Because it is not my fingers inside you, is it?”
“No,” she admitted, barely a whisper.
“Say it again,” I ordered, circling her entrance with her own fingers. “Louder.”
“No. It is not enough.”
“What do you need?”
“I need…” She broke off, still fighting, still stubborn.
“You need my fingers,” I supplied, voice dropping to a dark, possessive whisper. “My thick fingers stretching you open. Curling inside you until I find that spot that makes you scream.”
“Yes,” she moaned, trembling.
“Then beg for them.”
“I cannot…”
“You can.” I pushed her finger inside, slow, shallow, controlled. “You will.”
Gianna gasped, her inner walls clenching instinctively around the intrusion, trying to pull it deeper, craving what only I could give.
“See? Your pussy knows what it wants.” I established a slow rhythm, in and out, never giving her more than an inch. “It is trying so hard to keep you inside. Imagine how it would feel wrapped around my cock.”
“Oh fuck.”
“That is right. Let yourself imagine it.” I kept the pace torturous and maddening. “Imagine me spreading you open. Filling you so full you cannot think. Making you take every inch while you beg me for more.”
Her hips were moving now, rolling against her own hand, trying to force her finger deeper.
“Desperate little thing,” I murmured. “It is not full enough, is it?”
“No.”
“Not deep enough?”
Chapter 124. Beg Me To Touch You
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“No. Please…”
“Please what?” I pulled her finger almost all the way out, making her whimper.
“Please, I need… I need more.”
“More what? More fingers?” I pushed back in, adding the smallest amount of depth. “You need to be more specific, baby.”
“Your fingers,” she finally gasped out. “I need your fingers. Please.”
Triumph blazed through me, hot and satisfying, but I was not done yet.
“My fingers,” I repeated, continuing the slow torture. “And what else?”
“What…”
“I promised you something, the first night I touched you like this, did I not?” I thrust her finger slightly deeper, then pulled back. “About what you would beg for eventually.”
Her eyes widened. “Your… your cock.”
“That is right.” I increased the pace marginally, watching her get closer to the edge, watching the desperation build. “I promised you would beg for my cock. And you will, baby. Maybe not today, but soon.”
I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I continued to move her hand. “Soon the day will come when it is my big cock splitting you open. When you are underneath me, spread wide, taking every thick inch.”
“Dante… oh God.”
“And do you know what is going to happen then?” I curled her finger slightly, and she cried out. “You are going to fall apart. You are going to shatter into a million pieces. And you will never be the same.”
Her breathing was ragged, her whole body trembling.
“It will be all you think about,” I continued, my voice a dark promise. “Every moment of every day. You will crave it. You will dream about it. You will ache for it.”
I added depth to her movements, getting her closer, so close I could feel her tightening around her own finger.
“My cock will ruin you for anyone else. You will never be satisfied with anything less. You will spend the rest of your life yearning for the way I fill you. The way I stretch you. The way I make you mine.”
“Yes. I am so close.”
“I know you are, baby.” I could see it written all over her face, in the flush spreading down her chest, in the way her thighs were shaking. “I can feel you getting tighter. Your pussy is trying so hard to come.”
“Then let me…”
“Not yet.” I slowed her movements, pulling her back from the edge. “You are not quite there yet.”
“What? No.”
“Are you ready to beg properly?” I asked, keeping her suspended in that torturous space between pleasure and release. “Are you ready to give me what I want?”
Her hips rolled frantically against her hand, chasing the orgasm I was denying her. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Please…..touch me,
make me come, please.”
Chapter 124 Beg Me To Touch You
“Better.” I rewarded her with a deeper thrust. “But not quite good enough.”
“What do you want from me?” she practically sobbed.
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“Everything.” I captured her jaw with my free hand, forcing her to look at me. “I want complete surrender. I want you to admit that your body is mine. That your pleasure belongs to me. That you will do anything I tell you because you trust me to make you feel good.”
She stared at me, pupils blown wide with lust, teetering on the edge of giving in completely.
“Now,” I said, my voice soft but commanding. “Are you ready to surrender totally?”
A powerful knock at the door shattered the moment like glass.
“Fuck,” I growled, frustration ripping through me.
“Do not stop,” she gasped immediately, her free hand clutching my shirt like a lifeline. “Dante, do not you dare stop.”
I wanted to ignore it. Wanted to tell whoever was on the other side to fuck off. Wanted to finish what I had started, wanted to feel her come apart under my control.
I kept moving her hand, kept pushing her toward that edge.
The knocking came again, more insistent this time.
“Dante.” Bruno’s voice came from outside, muffled but urgent.
“A few more seconds,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “I am so close.”
I cursed under my breath. Why now? Every nerve in my body was ready to ignore the interruption, to keep going, to finally give her what we both needed.
But no.
She would have gotten off minutes ago if she had not been so stubborn.
So this was her punishment.
“Since you refused to beg,” I said, my voice rough and barely controlled, “we have to stop.”
“No. Dante, come on. I almost…”
“Almost does not count, sweetheart.” I dragged her fingers out of her pussy, slow and cruel.
Her body clenched on empty air, desperate to hold on to what was already gone. “That is your punishment.”
“You fucking…” she hissed, breath shaking, eyes wild. “Cruel man.”
“I know.”
I slid her dress back up her body, my hands gentle even though I was burning inside. I lifted the straps, tying them carefully at the back of her neck. My touch was soft, the opposite of what I had just done. A contradiction she would feel for hours.
The knocking came again, louder this time.
“Don, it is urgent. You need to sign off on some important things.”
I muttered a vicious curse under my breath.
Her dress had shifted, exposing the soft swell at the side of her breasts. I could not stand it.
“You will remember how close you were.”
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I fixed it immediately, adjusting the fabric so no one would see anything that belonged to me.
“How badly you needed to come. How much you wanted to beg, but could not let go of that pride.”
She watched me as I walked to the door, her eyes still clouded with need.
I yanked it open.
Bruno stood there.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
