Make Me Beg, Daddy

Chapter 66

It’s coming in three, two, one…

“Don’t you dare hide from me,” Kane snarls. “You are a f*****g masterpiece, Lilah. Look at these curves. This soft, gorgeous skin.”

He drops to his knees on the floor at the foot of the bed, though he’s so tall that he’s still head and shoulders above the mattress. He reaches out to cup one ankle in each hand.

I didn’t give him permission with my words, but he knows I need this. A push to keep things going in the right direction.

His hands slide up my thighs to cup my calves. He begins to worship me, his lips pressing kisses into the soft flesh, nibbling, nipping, pulling me a little bit closer to him with every flick of his tongue.

“I’m obsessed with you,” he mumbles against my skin. “I want to eat every single inch of you. I want to know exactly how you taste when you’re begging for me.”

He drags me toward him. My ass slides across the comforter. I’m still hugging myself, but when I’m close enough to him, he delicately takes my wrists, plucks them off, and sets them on the mattress at my side.

Then he touches my waist, stroking the edge of my panties. “May I?”

I nod.

As soon as he has my permission, he tugs my underwear down my legs. I gasp, my legs trembling as he exposes my dripping p***y to the cool air.

He doesn’t go for the kill immediately. Instead, he teases me. He uses his tongue to lick the outer lips, slow and deliberate, tasting the creaminess of my arousal.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he praises. “Such a dirty little baker. All that sweetness on the outside, and a soaking wet center just waiting for me on the inside.”

I arch my back as he laps at my c**t in a slow pulse. His fingers cup my ass and pull me toward him, sliding just close enough to my other hole to make me tighten up with fear and anticipation.

The combination of the pressure and the suction builds heat through my nervous system. I’m shaking, my breath coming in ragged sobs.

“That’s it, Lilah. Let it out,” he encourages, looking up at me from between my thighs. “Show me that freak inside you. Stop being shy and tell me how much you want my cock.”

“I... I want it,” I sob, my hips bucking against his face. “Please, Kane, I want your c**k inside me!”

“Come for me like a good girl and I’ll give it to you.”

Those words are the last straw.

I break open on his mouth, spasming like I’m being electrocuted as all the heat he stoked turns into fireworks.

Kane presses the heel of his hand against my c**t to ground me as I flop and writhe. Then, once the peak has subsided, he stands up and looms over me.

“I’m going to stretch you out, Lilah,” he whispers, positioning himself between my thighs. “I’m going to fill every single corner of you.”

“Wait—!”

I roll to my side, open the nightstand drawer, and take out the condoms I bought on Friday. Kane smiles when he sees the unopened box.

“Prepared, I see.”

“More like I understand cause and effect. Just because I said I want to have s*x with you doesn’t mean I want your babies.”

He holds out a hand. “As you wish, sladkaya.”

But I shake my head. “I want to do it.”

He lowers his hand.

I sit up on the edge of the bed. My knees are still shaking from what he just did to me, so it takes me a second to get the box open. The cardboard flap fights me. I tear it wrong and three of them come out in a strip and land on the comforter.

“Smooth,” I mutter.

“Take your time.”

Finally, I separate one and get the wrapper between my teeth because my fingers are damp. It rips open on the second try.

Then I look at him.

He’s standing right in front of me, close enough that if I leaned forward, he’d be against my mouth. Up close, he’s worse. Or better. I don’t know which word I want. He’s just so much bigger than anything I’ve dealt with before, and my brain keeps buffering unhelpfully.

“It’s not going to fit,” I say.

“It will.”

“You don’t know that. What if⁠—”

“It’ll fit,” he promises. “We’ll take our time and make sure of it.”

I wrap my hand around him. At the first touch of my fingertips, the air punches out of his mouth. His whole body tightens up and his hands curl into fists again.

I pump once, just to feel him jump against my palm. His stomach draws in, highlighting the sharp lines of his abs.

“Lilah.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re playing.”

“I’m being thorough.” I roll the condom on with my other hand, working it down carefully, taking longer than I need to.

His head tips back. His throat moves.

And that’s when a thought sneaks in and sits down where I can’t ignore it.

Does he let other women do this?

He doesn’t seem like a man who hands the reins over. Not once, not to anyone. He puts his own name on things. He picks the restaurant and the tailor and the dress. He melted my deadbolt rather than wait for me to open my own door.

Twenty years and nobody’s given him an instruction, he said, and honestly, I believe him.

But he’s letting me steer now.

Does that mean what I think it might?

I don’t ask. I’m not going to ruin this by asking, and I’m not sure I’d trust the answer anyway.

I just get the condom on, smooth the base with my thumb, and look up at him. “Done.”

“Thank f*****g God.” He cracks his neck. “Are you ready?”

“I… I think so.” I lick my lips. My mouth is suddenly so dry. But one look at Kane’s huge p***s yearning toward me gets me salivating all over again.

“You’re in charge, Lilah,” he reminds me. “We’ll go at your pace.”

I scoot back onto the mattress until my shoulders find the pillows. Kane follows me up the bed on his knees.

I reach down between us and take hold of him. My hand looks absurd wrapped around his girth. I line him up where I need him, and the head slides through all that slickness, catching, sliding again.

“Okay,” I breathe. “Okay. Slow.”

“Slow,” he agrees, and doesn’t move an inch further than I pull him.

I press him in.

The stretch is immediate and enormous. My whole body goes rigid around the intrusion, and some hysterical part of my brain begs me to stop before it’s too late.

But I make myself breathe. Kane’s forehead drops to mine, his arm shaking beside my ear, his hips utterly obedient.

“Talk to me,” he urges.

“Still fitting,” I gasp. “Currently in the negotiation phase.”

“Take what you want.” He strokes a fallen lock of hair out of my face. “There’s no rush, sladkaya. I could stay here all night.”

So I do. I take another inch, then wait, then another, feeling my body give and adjust like dough finally deciding to cooperate. He’s so deep it’s anatomically implausible, pressure blooming everywhere at once, and then something inside me unclenches and the pressure turns into something else entirely.

“Oh,” I say faintly.

“There it is.” His mouth grazes my jaw. “You feel that?”

I nod. I nod a lot. My hands find his back, ink and heat and sweat. I hold on to him and stay exactly where I am, not moving yet.

Then slowly, he starts to rock in and out of me. Half an inch at a time, then an inch, then two, then four, then I don’t even know how many.

He pulls out almost entirely, leaving only the head of his c**k inside, before slamming back in. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of his thighs hitting my ass echoes in the quiet bedroom. My breasts bounce with the impact.

“f**k, you’re so tight. You’re like a vice, Lilah. You were made for me.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my legs locking around his waist to pull him even deeper. Moans I’ve never made before are pouring past my lips.

Who’s this bold girl? Who’s this confident woman? Who is saying “More, more!” to a man who swore to ruin her life?

It’s me. Not Do-It-All Delilah, but Lilah, Kane Makov’s Lilah.

His sladkaya.

His filthy little baker.

With a raised brow, he asks to change positions, and I nod frantically because yes, yes, I need that so f*****g badly.

He flips me over effortlessly, palms me in my low back until I give him the arch he wants, presenting my p***y to him. Then he enters me from behind.

At this angle, every thrust drags over my G-spot and a whole new flurry of sensations tears through me with violence.

I’m sobbing now, the pleasure too intense to bear. He reaches around and grabs my t**s, squeezing them hard, his thumbs rubbing my n*****s into hard peaks.

“I love how your ass looks from this angle,” he growls as he f***s me. “So round, so soft. I could f**k you like this for days and never get tired of it.” I can feel the orgasm building, a tidal wave of heat starting in my toes and rushing toward my core.

“I’m... I’m going to...”