Denying Me

His fingers tighten and I feel it rush through all of his body. Suddenly I realize that the man is barely holding on.

I feel a twitch deep inside of my body and something that feels like heat within me. He hasn't cum yet, but god he's so close to it.

Right now I'm wondering whether it's me that's doing this to him or the idea of what I'll be for him. Whether it's my body that he truly loves, or just the fact that he's going to turn a good girl bad.

"Besides, you've been mean," he says through gritted teeth, real anger in his voice and his words and the way that he fucks me, hard and rough, "You've been so cruel to me. Unkind. You and Rachel and the other girls at school. Warranted or not, it hurts. And I just want to hurt someone back."

He pumps hard against me and I stumble, rocked forward and pressed against the wall as he grunts in my ear while he fucks his satisfaction into me.

"You mean less than nothing to me. I entertained the possibility of you being more, back when you were fun. Now I just want to see you break. I want to make you need me more than you want to. I want you to hate the way you want me. And I know that you know I'm going to."

Blake fucks faster. His words becoming choppy as he pumps himself into me with reckless abandon.

He calls me names. He pulls my hair. Most of his words are less verbal than they are guttural as he makes me nearly regret everything.

But I can't regret this, even if it will lead to my damnation. I can't help but love the pressure building up in me and the way he's finally releasing all of his anger on me. I want more than even he is prepared to give and when he reaches the bleeding edge of it, I feel my world explode.

"Whore."

It rushes up from somewhere deep within me, this wriggling tension that builds until it fills my body. I stretch, long and lean, the moment of explosion before the tension and the absence of that pleasure makes me gasp inward. Like springs unfolding or fireworks crackling my whole body is pushed to it's limits and my eyes go open so wide that I think they might split. A gasp escapes me that shudders out on the ragged edge as heat pumps through my veins and my body is defined.

Every inch of me suffused with heat. Every bit of me relaxed, the final sigh before it all tumbles in. I can feel my heart pound and my nipples pucker. My asshole tensing as he pushes in to the limit and trapping him in there, holding him as deep within me as he is able to go and not and never letting him leave.

But more than anything I can feel between my legs. My sex spasming and aching with the absence of anything within it. This need that is core and central to this climax, that will leave it overwhelming but far less satisfying than it ought to be.

Because I will be left wanting after this. I will remain unfulfilled, with a hole at the center of me that craves only ever the real thing.

Nothing else will be enough.

Not until I get it.

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