I Need To Fucking Cum

When the button on my shorts finally popped open, I nearly cried with relief. I felt this lightness rush through me, this eagerness twitching into my fingers as I jammed my hand against the zipper and managed to **** the whole thing down and open.

Above me Blake thrust forward hard, his eyes steely and determined but a smile of wry delight slowly blossomed on his lips as his eyes narrowed and he nodded, just once, to spur me on.

Shaking and shivering I did what I think both of us knew I needed to do. I pushed down, not even taking off my shorts as I slid my fingers down beneath my panties and in to the heat of them inside.

I was aching. I was needy. I was gasping as my body shook from the rhythm of his thrusts.

And god I was wet and hot and eager. I didn't think my sex had been this hot since I first occupied this body. I don't think I'd felt this needy, this ready for pleasure, even once in my life.

"That's it, baby," he cooed above me, "Do what you know you need to do."

Biting my bottom lip and furrowing my brow I tried to maintain some semblance of dignity but truthfully I didn't have it in me. The moment my fingers brushed against my aching sex I moaned and this time there was nothing to keep it muffled. Nothing to keep my dignity intact.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out, mewling, "I need to fucking cum!"

"I know you do, Baby," Blake growled above me, "Just let go. Just give in. Just let me use you."

If anything his hips thrust faster, pumping his cock with an increased speed between my tits. His hips hit the bottom of them so fast and so rough that it almost hurts, pounding against me so firmly that I gasp with each and every rough strike.

But I truly don't know if the gasping is drawn out of him or the touch of me on me, because the latter has nearly all of my attention. My sight is on him, some small part of touch too maybe. Maybe even an ounce of desire as well.

But the rest of me? That's all on my fingertips.

As they brush up and down and dip just slightly between the lips of my sex. Sliding and parting the folds of myself just a little. just enough to tease at me, just enough to build the heat within me, just enough to make me crave that little bit more, my body vibrating as I tense with the anticipation of penetration.

Oh god I want it. With nearly every part of me I want it. I want to be fucked and I want to be filled and I crave it, aching in a place deep inside of my belly that wants something only primal.

And god I know that my fingers won't be enough to satisfy that aching within me. That all they will do is make me crave more and more and more and more. That when I give in, which I will, I will only need more than I ever thought I could.

And I know that it will change things for me. That it will maybe set me on a path far sooner than I can truly handle it,

But when I'm this close to everything I want, how can I deny myself one moment longer?

Blake seems to sense something because he grins broader and nods at me. His gaze turns into something akin to a leer as he reaches down and gently tucks a strand of hair between my ear.

"Don't worry, babe," he coos at me, "Go ahead. You know you want to."

And he's not wrong.

Oh god he's not wrong.

Because I so do.

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