And Honestly I Don't Want To Stop

I could feel it pressing at the edges of myself. All I needed was a little bit more.

This was breaking the rules. It was defying his orders. It was going against the whole point of this moment, of Blake and I hidden in this little back space.

But there was a certain kind of joy in that, in turning things to make him the one who had to be on the back foot.

Blake had been good to Emily, but he hadn't always been good to me. He'd made my life a living hell and made me fear him, made me hate him. And even if all those things had happened in another world to another version of me, I couldn't ever forget them and I don't think I could ever forgive. I don't know that I would ever be able to fully get past it, even if this Blake turned out to be the best man I'd ever known.

But maybe, just maybe, I could get **** in my own little way.

As I pulled back on the downstroke I moved the tip of another finger in to join the first at the parting of my sex. And when he thrust forward I plunged forward with that second finger, pushing in and filling myself and stretching myself a little farther.

The moan that came out of me was deeper, almost a bass note. So loud and so full that it was clear in an instant what I'd done and an instant later, after a moment where the gears turned, I saw Blake put the pieces together and realize what I was on the verge of.

"You bitch," he grunted, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He couldn't stop. He needed to fuck my tits just as much as I needed to fuck myself.

Any denial that he gave to me meant a denial for himself and besides, I was so close that even him ordering me to stop probably wouldn't have been able to prevent me. I was hovering on the edge and I was starting to tumble over.

I hadn't broken any rules, not really. He'd told me to touch myself, to fuck myself. He'd stripped me and put me on my knees and built up to all of this. And while he'd said a whole lot about him coming first and this moment being all about him, he hadn't actually ordered me not to cum. Not as far as I could remember at least.

Blake had laid all the groundwork for this, and I was about to reap the rewards.

"OH FUCK!" I cried out, plunging my fingers in and filling myself with it completely, "Oh it's so fucking good. So fucking full. Oh fuck... I feel so..."

Any completion to that sentence was silenced by a moan that shook my whole damn body. It ripped up from somewhere in my belly and rushed over me, tensing me as I hovered so close with only one more push needed to tumble me across the finish line.

And my thumb did just that, strumming across my clit once, hard, to send me tumbling into pleasure.

My body flexed, bending over him, My arm across my breasts tightened the grip and trapped his cock inside and my finger and thumb pinched my nipple to shock me, opening my eyes wide and making me cry out so loud I don't think a single noise escaped me.

I just stared down, tensing and shaking and spasming as it rushed over me again and again. As the pleasure left me gasping and burning and put a smile on my lips as my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I knocked my knees together, clenching my thighs around my hand and trapping it and my fingers inside of me.

And the giggle that escaped me was high and light and I nearly whooped as I almost fell backwards.

As his cock slipped out from between my tits and Blake caught me and I wondered how he'd let that happen.

Not knowing that it was a part of his plan.

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