Beg For It

by Angie Daniels

Max nudged me off the stool and laughed. “I’m too good a dancer for that.”

  I let him lead me out onto the crowded dance floor. Of course the song had to be something slow. My body was snug against him, his arms tightly around my waist.

  I moved from side to side with my arms dangling by my side.

  “I don’t bite.”

  “Who said you did?” I snapped.

  “Then put your arms around my neck,” he said swaying just slightly to the music.

  Damn him. No way in the world was I going to let Max know I was afraid of him because I was—afraid of the way he made me feel when I was around him.

  I did as he asked, and when my breasts rubbed against his solid chest and he brought his lips to nuzzle the side of my neck, I heard myself sigh. Why couldn’t my body listen to my mind? It was screaming, “Danger Will Robinson!” and yet my nipples hardened and refused to listen. As the song continued even my mind was no longer listening because I was now thinking about what it would be like to take him home with me tonight. The erection I felt pulsing against my belly button guaranteed a night I would never forget.

  “You are so sexy,” Max whispered close to my ear. “Would it piss you off if I kissed you right now?”

  He was testing me, and had no idea how close I was to tugging him by his collar toward me and covering his lips with mine. “Yes, it would.”

  But now his lips were close, dangerously close. I could hardly breathe. Being in his arms felt right. Natural. Like I had found what I had been waiting for all my life.

  Where the hell had that thought come from?

  Jerking back, I dropped my arms and planted my hands lightly at his waist. The little distance between us was just what I needed to get my head on right, even though I wanted to draw him close again. As soon as the song was over, I was storming across the dance floor, and away from him.

  For the next hour, I steered clear of Max, which wasn’t hard to do. I made sure the buffet table was presentable. Sent my staff back to the kitchen for more salad and then helped set up the dessert table. My specialty is confections—truffles, cakes, cookies. Carbohydrates and sugar was what I was good at which was why I would never be considered a skinny woman. My mother was Asian and yet I had definitely inherited the hips from my father’s family. He was a proud black man from Georgia.

  I spent the next hour, mingling with guests and sipping one too many martinis. I was more than tipsy when I spotted Max and that same chick disappear together. For the longest time I sat there trying to act like I didn’t care until I couldn’t take it any longer. Whatever reason I had for getting up out of that chair I was blaming it on the alcohol. I sprung from my seat and went in search of them. Halfway there I ended up detouring to the ladies room and puking my guts out.

  “You okay?” someone called from the other stall.

  “Yeah,” I lied. I had drunk more than my usual limit of two, maybe four. I wasn’t even sure. I cleaned myself up. Bummed a piece of gum from the woman standing at the sink and walked out when I suddenly remembered I was looking for Max. I headed down the hall. It was ridiculous, but yet I was pissed. And my mind and body were screaming… if anyone was going to screw Max tonight it was going to be me.

  “You looking for me?”

  I jerked around to find him standing in the doorway of what looked like possibly Pearson’s office.

  “Nope. Why would I be looking for you?”

  “Liar.” Max stared me down as if I was an opponent and he was being challenged.

  “I don’t have a reason to lie.”

  “Sure you don’t.” Max yanked my arm, dragged me into the room, then shut the door.

  Click!

  My heart started racing as I leaned back against the door trying to get as far away from him as I could.

  “Are you going to let me go?”

  “Not until I kiss you.”

  I parted my lips to protest, only it ended up being an open invitation as he pressed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue inside. The kiss was possessive and dominating ripping the air from my lungs while sending heat pooling into my panties.

  My traitorous body responded and my tongue was sliding against his, meeting each and every confident stroke. My arms came around him and then I was raking my nails down along his back. Goodness, did I have any shame? Evidently I did not because I was rocking my hips and grinding against him. It was the alcohol I kept telling myself. The tequila had weakened my ability to resist. Max’s hands roamed all over my body, exploring my curves. He found my nipples, straining against the dress, eager to accommodate his big hands.

  “You like that?” he said encouraging me.

  I whimpered in response. The dampness between my thighs was evidence I couldn’t ignore.

  The kiss deepened and I felt the need to knock him onto the desk and straddle his lap. His hands lowered to my ass and pulled me closer and I felt his penis pulsing. Not that it was easy to miss with him grinding his entire length up and down along my pussy until I was whimpering in pleasure.

  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

  “No,” I moaned.

  A laugh rumbled in his chest. “You are such a liar, CC. I might have to show you what happens to pretty ladies that lie.”

  Show me, was right on the tip of my tongue, but I clamped my lips down hard and moaned instead.

  “I want to lick you, suck you, and bury my dick so deep you’ll scream my name.”

  Oh I liked the sound of that so much I didn’t even try to resist a moan.

  I felt his hand slide up under my dress. Oh my, I was hot and so willing. He got the dress past my thighs and I arched forward so his fingers could slide across the crotch of my panties. And on contact, I was crying out with pleasure.

  “I knew your lips would be fat. Just the way I had imagined them.”

  Well, it was good to know that at least he had been thinking about me, too. With his fingers sliding across my folds, I didn’t even bother trying to hold back, I whimpered and moaned and rocked my hips. Why did things have to feel so right between us?

  I didn’t have much time to mull over that thought when I felt his hand shoving my panties to the right and eased inside. “Damn,” he groaned. “CC, you’re so wet.”

  I was just getting started.

  Cum was already sliding down my thigh, then he was pushing into my pussy and my body clasped around his finger.

  “That feel good?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered. “Oh yes.” I kept on rocking my hips, drawing his fingers deeper. Max brought his thumb up and rubbed across my clit. “Max!” I screamed.

  “That’s it babe. I want you to come for me.” He removed his finger and rolled it around my swollen nub, while his lips and tongue trailed along my cheek and neck. And then his fingers plunged inside again and again, over and over and I was so close to an orgasm. But even as intoxicated as I was, I refused to let him be in control.

  I stepped back, his fingers sliding out from inside me, sending moisture sliding down my inner thigh. “Sit,” I ordered. I was trying hard to be in control, but I was shaking with both fear and desire.

  Grinning, he walked over and took a seat on an old wooden chair and folded his arms.

  I turned around then reached behind me for the zipper to my dress and slowly lowered it, letting it fall down around my waist. I wanted him to see the curve of my round ass in a pair of sheer white lace panties. As soon as the dress hit the floor, I heard a sharp intake of breath sliding through his teeth.

  I couldn’t resist a grin. I wanted Max. I would probably regret it in the morning but tonight I wanted him. Tomorrow, I would do like Jamie Foxx said, and blame it on the alcohol. Slowly, I turned. I was standing in nothing but a lace white bra, matching panties and come fuck-me shoes. The way he was watching, heightened my arousal and confidence.

  My heart was pounding in response. My clit throbbed with anticipation. I knew what and who I wanted. I also knew that despite how much I tried to deny it
, the only person I could get it from was Max. Reaching up, I unclasped my bra tossing it to the floor and my breasts hung free. His eyes were glued to me as I lowered my panties over my hips and kicked them away.

  “Damn,” he hissed under his breath.

  Max sat there legs spread, saying nothing and yet his eyes never left my body. But the evidence of his arousal spoke volumes.

  Slowly, I walked toward him, the heels of my shoes, clicking across the floor. I was completely naked except for my shoes and the way he was looking at me made me feel confident and sexier than I’ve ever felt before.

  I approached the chair and stood between his legs, my breasts dangling in front of him. “You like what you see?” I said barely above a whisper.

  “I like everything standing in front of me. Now c’mere.” Reaching out Max drew me closer to him, bringing my kitty within an inch from his mouth. I felt his breath feather the hairs surrounding my clit.

  Leaning forward, Max brought his lips to my stomach where he dropped light kisses, sending quivers of need straight to my core.

  His hands slid up to my breasts, molding me, caressing. “I love these,” he growled and I closed my eyes. He touched my nipples, rubbing the sensitive tips. My head rolled forward to his shoulder and groaned as his fingers closed on my nipples and pinched just enough for my breath to catch. He continued to caress and tease while dropping light kisses across my stomach. I always knew his touch would be confident and skilled. I tried to pull away, to evade his tongue but he was strong and in all honesty, I really wasn’t that interested in stopping him.

  Max let his hand drift up along my ass. “You are beautiful. You know that, don’t you Claudia?”

  He kissed my stomach again, tracing a line with the tip of his tongue from my belly button to just above the place that was wet and aching for him. He looked up at me, his eyes locked with mine as he dropped to his knees. “You know I have to taste you, right?”

  I swallowed hard in response.

  He pulled me close, bringing my apex into the line of his mouth. Max then leaned forward, sliding his tongue along my damp folds, sending a bolt of pleasure through me.

  “Oh Max,” I sighed.

  He growled and held onto me with both hands, bringing me up against his mouth.

  I tried to keep from collapsing by clinging to his broad shoulders while his tongue continued its demanding assault.

  “Open your legs for me, babe.”

  As I slid my thighs apart, Max adjusted his hold on me and then placed one hand between my thighs, teasing my slick entrance with his fingers as he continued to tease me with his tongue. I let out a cry of shock before I could stop myself.

  Pleasure built and twisted in my stomach as Max pushed fingers inside of me, matching the strokes of his tongue with the thrusts of his fingers. His tongue was buried between my labia and he was holding me firmly in place. It wasn’t long before I was whimpering until I was certain I couldn’t take it any longer. And then his fingers went deeper and I was met by a wave of pleasure that sent cries of ecstasy from between my lips. Max didn’t cease until my hips had stopped rocking and my breathing began to slow. I looked down at him and my body heated at the sight of the wicked smile on Max’s lips.

  He rose and while I leaned back against the desk, he began removing his clothes. First undoing the buttons of his shirt, then unzipping his pants, followed by lowering his boxers to his knees.

  His cock was thick and proud and thrusting in my direction.

  My mouth felt like it hung to the floor. There was no way in hell I could accommodate all that. “Uh-uh, what do you think you’re about to do?” I managed between breaths.

  “You’re not gonna leave me like this, are you?”

  He moved his palm up and down the length of his erection. Unconsciously, I shook my head and watched in awe as he reached down for his wallet in his pants and removed a condom

  “Put it on,” he said then handed me the foil packet. He leaned in and captured my lips in a deep kiss while I ripped open the packet. Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and rolled it on. Max groaned with desire, then moved back to the chair and took a seat.

  “Straddle me Claudia.” His voice was rough, strained. “I need to be inside you.”

  I was shaking with anticipation as I walked over to the chair. I wasn’t sure how he was going to make it work but I wanted him too damn bad not to try.

  Lifting my legs, I positioned myself over his erection and felt his hardness sliding against my slick folds. I rolled my hips against the swollen head, teasing both me and him, and then lowered very slowly over his length.

  “That’s it babe. Take all of it.”

  I sighed as he filled me. The feeling was amazing. He brought his hands to my waist guiding me and yet not rushing to be buried and I was grateful. I stretched, swallowing his hardened length inch my beautiful inch.

  So this is what it feels like to be with Max.

  All the nights I had spent thinking about this very thing and now that it was finally happening, my fantasies were weak in comparison. He felt huge and I moved slowly at first, allowing for my body to adjust but once it did, I was in heaven. I braced my hands on his shoulders and before long, I was riding him hard until my ass was slapping against his lap. His hands were firmly at my waist as he started pounding his hips forward. I was crying out his name because nothing or no one had ever felt that good. I moved against him, rocking my clit back and forth, bringing myself closer to the peak.

  His hands were at my waist guiding me as the pounding began. I flexed my hips one last time and then I was riding him fast and within seconds I felt Max pulsing inside of me and then I exploded. Max howled and came seconds later and then we rode it out to the end.

  When it was completely spent, I leaned forward, resting against his chest and listening to the strong rhythm of his heartbeat. I waited until his heart slowed, and his breathing became even again before I drew back and met his stare.

  “You’re gonna be mine,” Max murmured against my lips.

  I was completely at a loss for words.

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  Other Books By Angie Daniels

  Feinin’ Big Spankable Asses Anthology (interracial romance)

  Tease (interracial romance)

  Seduced into Submission (Interracial romance)

  Talk A Good Game

  When It Rains

  Love Uncovered

  When I First Saw You

  In the Company of My Sistahs

  Trouble Loves Company

  Careful of the Company You Keep

  Intimate Intentions

  Hart & Soul

  Time is of the Essence

  A Will to Love

  Endless Enchantment

  Destiny In Disguise

  The Second Time Around

  The Playboy’s Proposition

  The Player’s Proposal

  For You I Do

  Before I Let You Go

  In Her Neighbor’s Bed

  Show Me

  Any Man Will Do

  Coming for My Baby

  Strutting in Red Stilettos

  Running to Love in Pink Stilettos

  Say My Name

  Put Your Name on It

  Every Second Counts

  A Beau for Christmas

  Do Me Baby

  Naughty Before Christmas

  Time for Pleasure

  For Her Pleasure

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Angie Daniels is a free spirit who isn’t afraid to say what’s on her mind or even better, write about it. Since strutting onto the literary scene in five-inch heels, she’s been capturing her audience’s attention with her wild imagination and love for alpha men. The USA Today Bestselling Author has written over twenty-five novels for imprints such as BET Arabesque, Harlequin/Kimani Romance and Kensington/Dafina and Kensington/Aphrodisia Books. For more information about upcoming releases, and to connect with Angie on Facebook, pleas
e visit her website at www.angiedaniels.com.