Begging For Sex ♕

He Is Always In The Mood

And I didn’t even mind that he was always begging for sex until I found he was jerking off 20 times a day to porn. Why was he watching porn if I was wet and ready at any given moment? We were out at the beach having fun. Of course, like any good dick tease, I wore a new skimpy swimsuit and flirted with only the hottest guys. Jamie, my boyfriend, was not the jealous type; in fact, he loved it when other men would drool over me. Thankfully, he knew that my pussy and heart were only his…But I was going to tease at the strings of trust.

One late night, I saw he was in his office watching porn and jerking off as if his cock owed him money. I said nothing, but when he finally left the space, I went in and reviewed his history. The man was utterly obsessed with sex and porn. How in the hell was he begging me for sex all the time when we literally fucked twice a day?

It didn’t Take Long Until he Was Begging For Sex

He was insufferable trying to get my bikini off. I even had a nip slip that other guys took notice of; it was crazy how much he wanted me that moment. “You need to calm down, we are in public, Jamie!” I said. “Come on, Ariel, come to one of the changing tents with me.” An idea came to me the moment he suggested the changing tent. “That’s actually a great idea, baby. Let’s go to the tent.” Once we were in, I told him to get on his knees and lick my pussy until I came. I would be smart and not make him beg for sex until I came.

It felt incredible, and he knew just what I liked and gave it to me. God, I was loving how this would make him beg for sex even more. I came in his mouth and left the tent without a word. “Ariel, wtf!? Why did you leave?” He asked, sulking. “Aww, I’m sorry, baby, maybe you can watch porn later and get off to that instead!” I said with an evil smile.

I Gave Him Blue Balls

He followed me around the beach like a sad, horny little puppy, bulge obvious, temper flaring, ego cracked wide open. It was delicious. Every time I bent over to grab something, he got closer. His hands were twitching like he didn’t know whether to rub one out behind a dune or throw me over the nearest lifeguard stand. I didn’t let him do either. I licked an ice pop slowly and watched him squirm. “You know,” I said, pretending to be sweet, “you could’ve saved yourself all this frustration if you weren’t so obsessed with your hand and a Wi-Fi signal.”

“Ariel,” he groaned. “Come on. Please. I’m losing it.” That’s what sensual domination will do to a man.

“Are you begging for sex again already?” He nodded, breathless. “Hmm. Maybe if you’re a good boy tonight, I’ll let you sniff my panties.” He nearly choked. Later, in the car, he tried again, palming himself through his shorts while driving, muttering under his breath. I spread my legs in the passenger seat just enough for him to see, no panties, lips glistening, thighs parted. “You’re gonna wreck the car,” I teased. “Eyes on the road, baby.”

I Was Going To Make Begging For Sex a New Trend

He slammed the brakes at a red light and looked at me like he was about to explode. “I’m begging for sex, Ariel. I can’t take it anymore.”

“That’s not how begging works,” I smirked. “Try harder.” When we got home, I went straight to the shower. He followed me in like he had no spine left. I let the water run over my nipples while he stood there, hard and helpless. “You want to come?” I asked. “Yes,” he groaned. “Then get on your knees. And don’t you dare touch yourself.”

He did as he was told. I stood there, soap slicking down my body, pretending not to notice how desperate he looked. I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, and looked down at him. “You’ve been jerking off like a teenage loser for weeks. You don’t get my pussy until you learn to earn it.” He nodded, eyes wide. “And if you’re going to keep begging for sex, you’d better get used to not getting it.” He whimpered. I kissed his forehead. Then I left the room. And locked the door.