Blake Is Unmoved

Blake is unmoved. He doesn't even tense with frustration, he started tense and he doesn't relax one iota. And when I turn my eyes up to look at him, he stares down almost with indifference, some cold look in his eyes that I can't and I suspect never will know. Looking at me as if I'm simply less than, something to be regarded and nothing more.

"Please," I mumble with a mouthful of his cock, begging him, "Please hate me. Please show me what your hate can do. Please, make me work for it. Please... please..."

I'm whimpering now, **** for him until I pull back and stare up in full, "Do something."

But he doesn't. But I do.

I press back and I take him further. One hand on his cock and the other kneading into the bare skin of my knees as I press down with my lips and take him deeply. Fingernails cutting into my skin and then moving to press in somewhere new, my thighs twitching and tensing as I squeeze them against myself while I whimper and moan, while the pounding in my chest meets the new heat in my belly, a tight knot of my need that only twists and grows, turning me into a knot of confused desire.

He is so hot in my mouth. He is like red hot iron, hard as a rock and long and thick. My jaw aches to take him but I take him all the same, holding his cock steady while I press down on him again and again, taking him deeper each time until I feel him pressing at the back of my throat and I do not fucking stop.

And still he does nothing. I can barely even sense that he is alive. He does not throb for me. He does not pulse. I cannot feel his heartbeat through his cock and I cannot feel him respond one bit.

He is iron and steel, hard and unmoved. He is simply letting me work on him while I work myself into a desperation, my body responding to the moment as best it can, as best as I can manage.

Does he not see me? Does he not see my nipples hardening beneath the fabric of my shirt? My lips quivering and my eyes watering as I take him again and again, as I push down until I **** myself to relax and take him even deeper? Does Blake not see the effort I put myself to in order to satisfy him?

Does Blake not see how I am twisting myself up into knots just to give him someone to desire?

Does he not see how much I need this too?

"Please," I fall back gasping, breathing heavily and mumbling it out with all of the desperation I can muster, "Please."

And then I'm back again and I'm starting at the top and I'm working my way down until I'm crashing with the head of his cock against the back of my throat again. And then I'm focused and I'm determined and I'm letting him in. Pushing down with all of my resolve as I feel him close off my airway, as I feel him push down inside of me while I **** myself on him, letting him in bit by bit until, like the good girl I am, I take every last inch.

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