CHAPTER 2: BEGGING FOR IT
MAEVE’S POV
I pushed my fingers inside, gasping at the stretch, at the filthy, wet sound it made.
“Like this?”
“Deeper. Imagine it’s my c**k. Thick. Hard. Stretching you open, filling you up until you can’t think.”
“Oh, God—” My head fell back, my hips rocking against my hand.
“You’d take me so well, wouldn’t you? My good girl. You’d let me f**k this tight little cunt anytime I wanted.”
“Yes! V, I need—”
“What do you need?” His voice was a predator’s purr. “Use your words.”
“I need your mouth on me! I need you to lick me, suck my c**t while you finger me deep—”
“Christ, you’re going to be the death of me.” His composure cracked, and I heard the raw need in his voice. It was the biggest turn-on yet. “Do it. Touch your c**t. Pretend it’s my tongue. Fast, n
