Blake Is Going To Make Me Pay

Blake grasps me and keeps me aloft. My whole body is so loose right now that I'm almost surprised I don't full slip through his grasp but he manages to keep a grip on me. He manages to hold me, to shift me, to reposition me, to put me in the place he wants me.

"I thought you knew the rules," he played with me, "I thought you were on the same page. But you're greedy."

"So I am," I laughed, biting my lip and shrugging, "What are you going to do about it?"

It's almost like a ballet, the way that he moves me. He shifts and twists and turns me, spinning me around and around like a pirouette or maybe that's just the world spinning as my body tries to adjust to my post-orgasmic bliss. Either way it ends with him holding my head in both hands and guiding me up to my knees.

"Why make you pay," he smiled, "Of course."

I felt the spongy thickness and the odd hardness of a cock bumping up against my lips. Automatically I parted them, letting him slide between them and push his way inside. His cock tasted familiar to me, salty and earthy and masculine. I wondered whether it was his taste or just cock in general that was striking a note within me.

I realized it didn't matter, as a pleasing warmth settled in and through me while I moaned around his thickness.

"Such a good little cocksucker," he cooed at me, "So good. So practised."

I suckled, pushing back and forth as I took him into me. As I gingerly and almost lovingly accepted his cock.

"Look at you, rising to the occasion. And god you do know what you're doing. Don't you?"

Blake groaned when I pulled back and swirled my tongue around the head of him, giving him a taste of what he could have. What he would have, frankly, because while I enjoyed my little victory and liked being mean to the man, I wasn't about to leave him with blue balls.

And sure maybe that's because sucking cock was as much for me as for him. But he didn't have to know that.

He didn't have to know any of this.

And I didn't have to know what he had planned until it was far too late for me to do anything about it.

"You suck," he snarled, "You lick. You steal. You deserve..."

His voice trailed away and I pulled back, asking him with big innocent eyes and a mouthful of his cock, "What do I deserve, Blake?"

"You deserve to be punished," he said with finality, as his grip tightened and I couldn't get away.

I had met with the **** of his thrusts before. I knew, from experience, that they could match or exceed any of the men that I'd ever been with.

I knew he was good. I didn't know he was holding back.

Blake didn't start slow. He didn't take his time. He didn't give me anything less than too much for me to take.

When he started, he gave it his everything. When he fucked my face, all I could do was hold on. Just relax my jaw and take it, just let him use my mouth and my body like I had before. Just give in to the moment.

To my bully.

To me.

To a passion that I couldn't deny.

To a pleasure that my body ached for.

And to a lust that was so pure it might as well be a ****.

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