I Need It Again

Reaching up I push on him, not hard but just enough to give me some room to work in. And when I've gotten enough I slide down and my knees find the hard rough dirty ground and my hands slide down the hard firmness of his torso until they catch on his belt and shakily undo it.

With a quaver of fear in my voice that I don't have to put there consciously, I speak again.

"I like it when you punish me. And I don't like that I do but I can't deny it. I like it when you punish me and it's never enough so I always need more. The only way I can think of to get that is to keep on pushing. We've tried you dominating me and we've tried you humiliating me. How about we try you hating me, this time?"

I manage to get his belt undone. The buttons and his zipper as well. I shove everything to the ground until he's bare from the waist down and I see with my own eyes that I'm right.

Because Blake isn't just hard, he's achingly hard for me. And I know that both of us now are going to get what we're looking for.

Trembling on my knees I press my hands into the tops of his thighs and then, when he offers no resistance, my fingers of each hand meet each other in the middle when they wrap around the base of his cock. I press my lips forward with a moan as I find the head of his cock and give it a long and lingering kiss before parting my lips to let him inside, pressing down to take him in me.

Blake is motionless as I close around the first third of his cock and hollow out my cheeks, eager to show him more. Even since the last time I had him I've learned so much and right now I've done him so wrong that I want to be good for him, hoping that showing him that I'm better now is going to be enough to show him that he's making the right decision in sparing me from his ire.

So I pull out all the stops. I twist my hands up the length of him while I hollow out my cheeks and then I squeeze ever so lightly with my fists while my lips pull back until my tongue plays on the underside of his cock.

Pulling back further I lash my tongue this way and that across the head of him. Back and forth and up and down before finally settling on rolling it around and around his head, moaning audibly as my hands begin to pump.

Every stroke down my fingers brush into his heavy balls and I feel them twitch. He might hate me but his balls are full of eager seed and frustration for release. He wants and needs this, needs me to drain him of every last drop and the mere thought of that is enough to excite me, sending flipflops in my belly that never quite settle as my heart begins to pound.

But in spite of his clear need and in spite of the fact that he is achingly hard. In spite of the fact that I am giving this my all, eager for him to have me and to take me. In spite of the fact that he has a woman that he hates giving her everything to please him, he is implacable.

I might as well be showing my affection to a wall, for all the good it does.

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