Fuck Me Like You Hate Me

It's so much. It's so much that I can barely make sense of it. It's a fucking like I've never had before and all that I can do is hold on, digging my nails into the skin of the palms of my hand when it gets to be too much to take and begging for release, wondering if he will give it to me.

Until he does. Time and again he does. Over and over in an endless cycle until I'm left here thinking that we've been alone in this space for weeks, not minutes. Believing that the group has sent out a search party for us and they will stumble upon us at any minute and no amount of pleading or explanation will make me anything less than what I am, right now.

A woman on her knees letting herself be used. A woman clearly getting off on it.

Because I know the flush on my chest is from my arousal. I know the signs are clear in my skin, in my hard nipples, in my sex that is dripping so much that my thighs feel like they're coated in my juices.

In the little movement I make back to him before he plunges back in and the way I open my mouth wide, like the good girl I am, ready to take him.

"Goddamn," he pulls back half-triumphant and out of breath himself. Shaking his head and stroking his cock he stares down at me with that hunger in his eyes, all the anger and then sadness he'd felt washed away with the victory of getting something out of me. Of getting to use me.

"You like it?" I smile slowly, licking and then biting my bottom lip as my hand comes up to grasp my breast and squeeze, "You like using me?"

He laughs and chuckles, shaking his head but still stepping up to me and waggling his cock in my face.

"You are one fucked up chick," he says, moaning after as I lean forward and luxiuriously close my mouth around the head of him and start to suckle, "It's a good thing I like that."

As I turn my head and lavish him with my talented tongue, Blake reaches out with a contact that is almost affectionate. Instead of pulling at my head he nearly pats it, running his hand back through my hair and gently coaxing me to look up at him.

"You are beautiful," he says, like he keeps on forgetting it and keeps on getting reminded of it, "It's rare the kind of girl who can be so dirty in bed and still look so fucking cute doing it."

I purr appreciatively and set back to him, my hand coming up to stroke his cock once more while my mouth begins to bob. Blake leans back and enjoys it, his body relaxing into it as I feel him begin to throb familiarily. He's close, and I'm so happy.

With my free hand I dive it between my legs, starting to play with my eager sex. If he's going to finish I know I can get there too. A skillful flick here and a teasing touch there and soon I'm gasping, a heat rising in me that is sure to payoff more or less at the same time as I taste him explode within me, coating my mouth with the heat of his climax.

Because he's breathing heavily now. He's on the edge and I know that he's nearly there. So I renew my effort and redouble it, focusing on drawing out the pleasure until I know that I'll get my reward.

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