Page 65 of Beg Me

Besides, I’ve trusted the process tonight, and it hasn’t let me down.

“Hey,” I say, swallowing. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“After I found out Jasper cheated on me, I went to the doctor to make sure, you know, that everything was okay.” I take a deep breath. “And it was, and I haven’t been with anyone since, and I never miss a birth control pill.”

Jory stills. “Well, I can assure you that I’m tested for everything under the sun routinely for work. And I haven’t been with anyone since the first of the year when the season started.”

Holy shit. He’s gone without sex longer than I have.

Slowly, I reach for the condom. He holds it in the air until I snatch it from his hand. With the crack of the foil wrapper, a grin settles against Jory’s lips.

“So, maybe we don’t need to use this?” I ask, holding it between my thumb and forefinger. “Of course, if you want to, I totally get it.”

He laughs, capturing my mouth with his. “Shut up.”

I giggle, falling to the mattress as he climbs on top of me.

“You are seriously going to be the death of me,” he says.

“I’d like to come once more before you pass away.”

He shakes his head. “As you wish.” He nudges my legs apart with his knee.

I open for him as the desire for round two builds in a furious fashion.

The head of his cock pushes at my opening, parting my soaked flesh. I shiver as he stares into my eyes and presses deeper. The girth of his dick feels like it’s splitting me in two … and it’s divine.

“Oh,” I moan, gripping his thick shoulders. “That feels so, so good.”

“You’re telling me.”

He hisses as he sinks into my body, the sound erotic and almost feral. The rawness in it strips away any remaining hesitation in me. He isn’t hiding his attraction or playing it cool or unaffected. He’s letting me see what I do to him, letting that knowledge empower me.

He’s giving me the power and control that I cling to.

The realization breaks through an already crumbling wall, and at least for this moment in time, I give myself to him because I trust him.

My fingertips drag down his chest as a sheen of sweat coats his skin. I feel the ridges of his obliques under my palms while I explore him with my touch.

He pauses once he’s as far inside me as he’s going to get, letting me adjust to his size. I’m gloriously full and stretched to within an inch of my life.

“I’m good,” I say, hiccuping a breath as he slides out. “Move.”

He pounds into me—long, delicious strokes, his hands caging me in against the mattress. Watching him enjoy me and struggle with his restraint is an aphrodisiac all its own. He pulls out, almost until the head breaks free, before sinking himself inside my pussy until he hits the back.

“You feel unreal,” he says through clenched teeth. “I knew it would be good, but damn, Markie. This is crazy.”

I lift my hips. The angle is perfect, and he hits my favorite spot immediately.

“It’s like fucking magic,” I say, panting. “Harder.”

“Yeah?”

“Please,” I say, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. “I’m not going to last too long, so fuck me, Jory. Don’t hold back.”

“Fucking hell,” he mutters. But he gives me exactly what I wanted.