No Warmth In Him

There is no warmth in the way he kisses me. Nor in the way he touches me moments later.

Blake, right now, is little more than an animal. He kisses me like he is trying to take from me. He touches me like he is trying to pull more out of me. He grasps and he grabs, his hands on my hips and then drawing down to cup my ass and squeeze so hard that I feel myself be consumed by him.

But all it does is make me all the more excited by it.

The truth is that I love this. This side of him that excites and terrifies me in equal measure. I am being taken by him and all it does is thrill me, all it does is make me want even more from him.

Manipulation is a new tactic for me. I'd been so passive in my old life that I'd just let things happen, so maybe this is just the thrill of having some control over things for the first time. But whatever base reason is driving me to it, the end result is the same. I am the master of my own fate now, one hand on the steering wheel and more than able to choose the direction in which I go. I can make things happen now, for the first time in my life.

And that means I can draw out a little more with him.

I am well aware that I am playing with fire. The Blake who is on me is a man on the edge, one not likely to respond well to being pushed. The door might be open now but it could close a moment later and I would be shut out once more. But I have proven to myself consistently that I like to play in dangerous spaces, that I like to push the limits.

So I do.

My hands slide up his chest and my arms slip around the back of his neck. I pull him into me as I squirm my nimble little body against his bulk, moaning as I let him pop his tongue out of my mouth before I push back to join it in his.

Showing him how flexible I can be I slip this way and that, opening my mouth wide and giving myself over to him as I feel my nipples scrape beneath my shirt against his chest, my breath still coming hot and hard as I try to feel as much as I possibly can with him.

I need this. I need him. And more than that I need him to know that I need him. Need him to understand that I wasn't faking it when I came with his cock buried in my throat. To know that, in spite of pushing all the wrong buttons, the only button I wanted him to touch was the one deep in my belly that made my world explode.

I want to cum again. I want him to make me cum again. I want Blake to turn me into his girl for however long we have here, just make me melt and mumble and useless for anyone else because I'm addicted to him and to the pain that he causes me.

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