Nina’s POV:
“Pllllleasse,” I find myself begging for him as he plays with my core.
Position his face towards mine; he lifts one hand, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear while the other continues pleasing me.
A smile covers half of his face, “Please, what?”
“Please. Please. Please,” I continue sobbing, body fill with needs, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Use your words, sweetheart. I don’t understand. Do you want me to stop?” I can hear the satisfaction in his voice, knowing he had the upper hand.
“No!”
His thumb rubs off the single teardrop as he bit his lips, “Tell what you want.”
“I-I want y-you M-Matt, p-please,” I stuttered.
He went down, a hot alcoholic breath hitting my ear. “No,” he whispers, causing my body to tense. He backs away, a teasing smirk crossing hi
