Blake Wants What He Wants

Blake snapped to attention, reaching and practically pushing me off of him. He held me at arms length for a moment before he stepped back and the two of us eyed each other like gunslingers while we caught our breath.

I was the first to react, giving a slow and teasing smile that was more than a little flirty as I sat back in my seat and let him look at me.

"You talk a big game," I said, "But you were closer to cumming faster than any other guy I've ever had."

He laughed, shaking his head, "You caught me off guard, that's all. Didn't expect you to be so..."

"Good?" I teased.

"Experienced," he countered.

I flushed red almost immediately. He had my number and of course he did.

Now I wouldn't say that I was experienced exactly but I was a damn sight more skilled than I had been last night. I mean it'll take more than three blowjobs to make me a pro at them, still I couldn't help but feel like I was a little bit of a natural at least since I seemed to pick it up so well.

But him calling me out for it wasn't going to change things for me. Yeah, I knew what I was doing. But then he was the one that kept on calling me a slut and what is a slut except someone who knows what they're doing.

Who learned it through experience.

The embarassed blush in my cheeks made it hard to pass myself off as possessing casual indifference but still I gave it my best shot, shrugging and rolling my eyes at him.

"I am what I am," I said, "You can hardly complain if I'm good at it."

"Who was complaining?" he retorted, stepping forward and closing the distance between us with a few short strides, "There is a world of difference between being caught off guard and complaining. You're good with your mouth, I'll note that for future reference. But like I said right now I've got a different part of you in mind."

Blake grasped me by the wrist as he approached and with a tug I was on my feet and in his arms and he crushed me with the bulk of him and the firmness of his hold, practically bending me backwards as he held me in a firm embrace while his lips found mine.

Shocked at first that quickly melted into warmth in my belly as I came to life in his arms, pushing my tongue forward just in time for him to break off the kiss and connect with me again, but this time not on my lips.

On my cheek and then my jaw and then my neck and down. A row of kisses on my collarbone before he descended like a waterfall down over my breasts and found my nipples one by one.

His arms released me as they slid around my body and came up over my ribcage and they held my breasts from below, gently squeezing them again and again while they turned them up to the attentions of his lips and tongue.

And he made me moan. He made me tangle my hands in his hair and pull him into me.

And he made my chest a mess of his kisses and slick with him before he finished by licking his tongue up the length of my cleavage before he nipped the edge of my chin and pushed me back.

I tumbled into the chair beneath me and sat there breathless as he stood broad and tall and strong above me, one hand slowly stroking his cock with a shlick ing noise as he stepped up to me and bent me, with his other hand, into position.

This was going to happen now.

And I think I was going to love it.

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