Beg For It

FIA

"I've never wanted a man so bad in all my life," I whispered softly, and I knew it was the truth.

I have never wanted a man in my entire life.

"Yes, I know, my queen, but now you're naked for me." His gaze skipped down my bare body, resting on my pussy and then back up.

I can feel the warmth of his gaze traveling through my whole body.

"I'm still wearing my sandals, so I'm not totally naked," I said jokingly, not expecting it to be taken seriously.

He twisted in place to glance at my feet and saw that I was still wearing my sandals.

"Yes, you are. We'll not worry, my queen, because I have a remedy for that."

He shifted his position, settling himself between my legs, and proceeded to undo the strap of my sandal. Once my sandal was off, all I could hear was the loud thud of it hitting the floor.

However, my focus quickly shifted as I began to feel the gentle sensation of his lips showering my right foot with sweet kisses.

A ticklish sensation started to creep up my thighs as his tender kisses gradually made their way upwards.

But at the same time, he also took off my left sandal, and just like before, he casually tossed it onto the floor.

He planted kisses on my ankle, the top of my foot, and even my calf, slowly making his way up to my right knee.

There's no denying that his lips ignite a fiery sensation on my skin with every kiss he leaves behind.

As his kisses landed on my right thigh, he swiftly lifted my leg and placed it on his shoulder, giving him a better angle to continue kissing the skin all the way up to my eager center.

He continued to shower a trail of kisses up the inside of my thigh until he reached the entrance, where I could feel the anticipation and the teasing warmth of his breath.

I took a deep breath to prepare myself, but it was futile because when he ran his tongue along the folds of my intimate area, I was taken aback by the overwhelming pleasure he brought to my body.

His tongue gently explored the opening of my core, causing me to shiver with delight. I couldn't resist the tantalizing sensation of his mischievous tongue as it continued to taste and tease my most intimate parts.

"Wait...my other leg. Won't you even pay attention to it?"

His laughter resonated with amusement, a deep rumble that caught me off guard. I never expected to have the courage to speak those words at that moment.

But the truth is, I couldn't bear what he was doing anymore. It was eating away at me from within, and I needed his attention to be diverted elsewhere, even if just for a little while.

"If that's what you want, why not?" he responded, his voice filled with curiosity.

I nodded, relieved that he was willing to comply with my request. And so, he knelt between my legs, ready to fulfill my desires.

Before, only my right foot had been resting on his shoulder, but now both of my legs were on either side of him. It was a position that allowed me to breathe and feel a sense of control.

He began by kissing the tender arch of my foot, his touch tickling and sending shivers up my spine. Then, he moved to the side of my foot, followed by the top just above my toes, and finally, the ankle.

Just as he had done with my right leg, he showered kisses along my left leg, making his way up to my knee and then further up to my thighs.

I closed my eyes, knowing that there was no escape now. Once again, his lips found their target.

He blew warm air onto my pussy, teasing me with anticipation. Slowly, his tongue traced its way through the delicate folds.

Every stroke of his tongue was deliberate, emphasizing the pleasure he was giving me. And when he found that small, sensitive spot in the center, my body arched in ecstasy. The speed and precision of his movements only intensified the pleasure.

He continued to explore, parting the lips of my femininity and focusing his attention on that particular area. His tongue even teased the tiny bud, bringing me to new heights of pleasure.

At that moment, there was no escape. My mind was consumed by the sensations, and I surrendered myself to the pleasure he was bestowing upon me.

I never expected to experience such an overwhelming desire.

Once again, I could feel his complete focus on me, causing me to catch my breath.

It's as if my entire body is ablaze with the intense sensation coursing through me.

He continued to do this repeatedly, never faltering.

His mouth pressed against my entrance in a wet, passionate kiss; his tongue expertly exploring every inch of my sensitive folds, teasing my swollen clit.

I couldn't help but gasp, my body arching in response, as his hand firmly gripped my waist, adjusting our position for better access.

As he settled into his new position, he immediately dove back down to kiss my pussy. If his earlier movements were gentle and teasing, they had now become more forceful.

Each suction and stroke of his tongue on my pussy felt more intense than before. It was driving me wild. I clutched onto the bed sheets tightly, muffling my moans.

His tongue, long and thick, skillfully delved into the depths of my wetness, twisting and turning, sending waves of pleasure through me.

I let out another gasp, my hands tightly clenched, and a whimper escaped my lips. The sharpness of my nails made me fear that I might rip through the copper bed.

I arched my back and curled my legs, helping him bring my body closer to his.

The stubble on his jaw added to the tingling sensation I felt. It was both delightful and rough, teasing my skin.

Furthermore, I could feel his fingers pressing against my butt. Meanwhile, his lips continued to explore and pleasure me as if anticipating something extraordinary.

The heat and pressure in my core intensified like an unstoppable inferno. It felt like something incredible was building up inside me, a sensation I had never experienced before.

As my breaths turned into screams and my soft sounds transformed into loud moans, I couldn't help but lose control. The pleasure was overwhelming, driving me to the edge of madness.

And just as I was about to reach the peak of ecstasy, I sensed an explosion building up inside me. But right at that moment, he released his grip on me. He gently lowered my thighs from his shoulder and ceased his tantalizing movements, leaving me in a state of intense longing.

"Fuck! please! Don't stop...don't tease me anymore, just let me come, let me come in your mouth...."

"In my mouth?" He nipped at my nipple, teeth pinching with just a hint of pain. “Not in my mouth. The next time you come, it will be around my cock. And you'll be screaming."

"Then give it to me."

He nibbled on my other nipple, causing me to let out a loud protest. The discomfort from his actions quickly transformed into a pleasurable moan as he gently sucked on my ample nipple, easing the sting and igniting a wave of delightful sensations deep within me.

"No, my lovely. Not yet. I don't think you're ready yet,” said a baritone voice that made me desperate.

"I am—I can't take it anymore. Just do it...I need you inside me." I moved to put my arms around him, but his fingers pinned my wrists and held them against the pillow over my head.

“Beg for it.”

"You want me to beg? Fine, I'll fucking beg. Please, I need you. I need your cock inside me. Please fuck me. Please."

As he emitted a low, disapproving growl, his eyes underwent a remarkable transformation. The once-dark orbs now shimmered with a regal golden hue, unmistakably marking him as a royal wolf. Lost in the depths of those captivating eyes, I couldn't help but wonder if mine appeared as wide as they felt, for I was completely engulfed in his mesmerizing gaze.

I should be scared, but why do I feel different?

"No, I told you once. I won't fuck you. I hate that word as a term for sex. At least, where it concerns you. You are the most precious thing in my life. You deserve far, far more than mere fucking. So, try that again."

I couldn't manage to express it all over again, so I entwined my legs around his waist and raised my hips, yearning for his firmness against my tenderness. I discovered his massive erection and glided my wet warmth along it, then pressed against him with a grinding motion.

I don't mind appearing needy as long as I can only whimper when his hardness meets my core. Our bodies collided while he clenched his jaw, restraining himself.

"Please, just...please. No more games. Make love to me."

He let me grind on him a few moments more, and then he stopped me with a hand on my hipbone.

"Yes. Damn, yes." He shifted his hips, gliding his cock between my folds, drenching himself in my arousal. A loud moan escaped my lips as he slid his sizable and lengthy shaft into the entrance of my vagina.

With agonizing slowness, he pulled back, grasping his erection with one hand, and teasingly pressed the tip against my sensitive clit. Gradually, I could feel his cock gradually penetrating my warm passage.

He's stretching my walls, and I can't help but gasp.

"Shit, woman. I'm barely even inside you, and you're already tight. Fuck it, your mine!" My eyes widened as I watched the hairs coming out of his arms as if his wolf was fighting as if his wolf also wanted to feel me.

I felt like I was going crazy while watching how his fangs grew.

Shit!

I could also sense its claw piercing into my waist, causing me pain and a trickle of blood to flow. The scent he breathed in left him shocked. As I gazed at his face, it slowly transformed from a blur to a clear image. Finally, I recognized who it was. None other than the king himself. It felt like a sudden splash of cold water had been thrown at me.

"You're mine, Fia! I will own you! And you can't say no to me. I won't let you escape from me anymore because you will always be mine." I was stunned, and I just saw him reach down to reach my neck, and that's when I felt the burying of its fangs at the same time as it penetrated the tunnel of my pussy.

I screamed at the pain and strange sensation I felt. It seemed that everything around me became clear, and when he faced me again, I saw the blood on his lips and the smile of victory that was also engraved there.

"You're mine, Fia."

I woke up and was taken aback. My head was throbbing, so I instinctively held it in pain.

I hadn't realized that I was drenched in sweat, and the warmth and dampness in my core made me uncomfortable.

I couldn't help but cry and curse, as I never expected to have such disturbing dreams.

As I glanced at the broken window, the sun's rays streamed in and hit my face.

I took a deep breath and clenched my fist.

Why do I have to dream about that man?

Damn him!

I wanted to faint, but instead, I braced myself and let the tears stream down my face.

I hate him!