Beg

Chapter 34 - Beg

They stayed tangled together afterward, bodies still warm and slick with sweat and the thick evidence of everything they’d just shared. Torin pulled Alisha tight against his chest; she tucked her head under his chin with a soft, contented sigh, one leg draped heavily over his.

Her full, heavy breasts pressed soft and yielding against his bare skin—the warm, plush weight of them spilling against his ribs, the soft undersides resting against him, nipples still faintly sensitive from earlier.

Soft, lazy kisses passed between them—slow brushes of lips, the occasional lazy flick of tongue tasting the salt on each other’s mouths—until the quiet of the apartment and the heavy pull of exhaustion finally took over. Both of them drifted off, still wrapped around each other, her curves molding to the hard lines of his body.

Sometime after midnight Torin woke with a dry throat. He slipped carefully out of bed, found a bottle of water on the nightstand, and drank deep. When he turned back, the dim light from the hallway fell across Alisha’s sleeping form.

The sheet had slipped down to her waist, leaving her completely exposed from the hips up. Her huge breasts were completely bare—soft, full, and heavy, the pale skin faintly marked from his earlier hands and mouth. They rested against her ribcage in lush, natural mounds, the soft flesh spreading slightly under its own weight, the pink nipples relaxed and peaceful against the smooth, warm skin. The faint sheen of earlier sweat still clung to the deep valley between them. The sight alone made his cock twitch hard.

Torin climbed back onto the mattress and leaned over her, the mattress dipping under his weight. One large hand dug into the heavy, soft cushion of breast, lifting the full mound and squeezing the yielding flesh until it spilled between his fingers. At the same time, his mouth closed around the right nipple, warm and soft. He sucked slowly at first, tongue circling the relaxed peak in lazy, deliberate circles, then drew it deeper into the wet heat of his mouth, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing as he pulled more of the soft breast against his lips.

His other hand massaged the opposite breast without mercy—fingers sinking deep into the plush, giving flesh, squeezing and lifting the heavy weight, rolling the soft nipple between his knuckles until it began to stiffen under the attention.

Alisha stirred with a sleepy, confused murmur, voice thick with sleep. “Torin… what…?”

He answered by biting down gently on the nipple he held between his lips—just enough pressure, a sharp little spark of sensation that cut straight through the fog of sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, still hazy. The nipple in his mouth hardened instantly under the attention, tightening and swelling against his tongue as blood rushed to it. The soft flesh of her breast pushed up against his face with every slow, greedy suck.

A soft, needy sound left her throat—low and throaty. She lifted both hands, pressed them to the back of his head, and pulled him tighter against her chest, pushing more of the soft, heavy flesh of her breast into his mouth until his face was half-buried in the warm, yielding mound. “Mmm… like that… don’t stop… suck harder…”

Their mouths found each other in a slow, deep kiss that quickly turned hungry—tongues sliding wetly, teeth catching on lower lips, breath mixing hot and uneven. Round two had begun, and neither of them wanted to pretend otherwise.

Torin sat back on his knees in the middle of the bed. His cock was already hard again, standing thick and flushed dark against his stomach, the swollen head already glistening with a clear bead of precum. He wrapped his fingers around the heavy shaft and stroked slowly, deliberately, watching her face the whole time—watching the way her eyes darkened. Alisha’s gaze dropped to the motion and stayed locked there, lips parting, tongue flicking out to wet them.

Without a word, she spread her legs wide, knees falling open against the sheets, showing him everything. The still-wet, swollen folds between her thighs were pink and messy, her clit visibly puffy, the soft inner lips glistening and slightly parted—already ready for him again.

He shuffled forward on his knees until the flushed, thick head of his cock rested right against her entrance. Instead of pushing in, he rubbed the blunt tip up and down through her slick folds, coating himself thoroughly in her wetness, pressing just enough to make her feel the stretch and the heat without giving her what she wanted. He dragged it slowly over her sensitive clit in tight circles, then back down, teasing the entrance again and again, letting the head catch for a second before pulling away.

Alisha’s hips twitched upward, chasing him desperately. A frustrated little noise escaped her throat. “Torin… stop teasing… please…”

He kept going, voice low and rough, almost a growl. “You feel that? How wet you still are for me? Still dripping from the last time I filled you.” He pressed the head against her entrance again, letting her feel the full blunt pressure, the way it stretched her just a fraction—then pulled back the second she tried to push down onto him. “Beg for it properly. I want to hear it.”

Her expression shifted—annoyance mixed with raw, aching need. She started to close her legs as if she had changed her mind, a stubborn little protest, thighs trying to press together.

Torin’s hands shot out fast. He gripped the soft, warm inner flesh of her thighs and forced them back open, spreading her wide again, holding her completely open for him. The head of his cock stayed right there, resting hot and insistent against her entrance, smearing more of her wetness across the tip.

“Say you’re sorry,” he said, voice low and rough, eyes locked hard on hers. “Say it, Alisha. Tell me you’re sorry for trying to close these pretty legs. Tell me you want this cock back inside you.”

Alisha’s breath came faster, chest rising and falling hard, those full breasts shifting with every inhale. Her voice came out soft, almost shaky, needy. “I’m… I’m sorry. Please—please fuck me. I need you inside me. I need that thick cock filling me again… please, Torin—”

The moment the words left her mouth, he drove forward in one hard, deep thrust, burying every thick, rigid inch of his cock inside her wet pussy in a single stroke until his hips slammed flush against hers. She cried out, the sound sharp and broken, her walls clamping down around him in a tight, fluttering grip like she never wanted to let him go.

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