I Just Can't Help Myself

We met. We locked eyes. We both knew what we wanted out of this.

More.

It's a funny thing, the way sex can bring out a side of you that you've never felt before. And maybe it was the fact that this was the third cock that I'd handled this morning alone or maybe it was just that Blake's charms weren't working on me quite as well as they used to, but I found myself in an odd place.

Ready for more but still able to hold back.

Blake, meanwhile, could barely help himself. His mouth kept on opening and closing as he struggled to string two words together to form a sentence and he kept on saying oddly disjointed things, as if the synapses in his brain were misfiring and the timing was all off.

I caught bits and snippets of it. The names he'd call me. The words for various parts of my body. The grunts that came out as half words among it as he struggled to hold on.

"Fucking take it."

He liked to say that a whole lot.

Sure, Blake might not be playing the same game he was when this started but I don't want there to be any question. It was still working for me.

I was still tight and eager and getting off on it, just with the presence of mind now to sort of understand and examine it from a third-person perspective. Kind of like having a really good meal when you're a food critic, you're enjoying the experience while you deconstruct it at the same time.

My mind and my body were still present in the moment. So much so that I found myself starting to time the strokes of my fingers to the same tempo as the thrusting of his hips. And that wasn't exactly easy to do because he was growing increasing erratic, but still I could find the oddly rhythmic one two timing of his hips as they pounded against me and time my own fingers to the same.

And oh boy could I have some fun with that, with my mind wandering and filling in the details such that I could replace and twist the fantasy into something that was maybe even a little more fulfilling than this reality.

Everytime I blinked my mind was transported to a different reality, one where I'd given in to the charms of Blake a little more. And in that moment where my eyes were shut the finger in my sex thickened and became so much harder, so much more rigid. It became a cock plunging into me and fucking itself into me, filling me up better than I'd ever been filled before.

He pulled back and my eyes opened as my finger matched the rhythm of his hips and I gasped, locking eyes with him once more as I moaned and begged him with my body.

And Blake gave me his thrust, plunging it in as my gaze drifted down to see his head pulsing and aching and throbbing for a release that I was sure he'd find but my focus, honestly, was on my own release.

As I plunged a finger into myself in perfect timing to his thrust and I took myself higher. As my body tightened and tensed and rose on a wave that I couldn't help. That I couldn't deny.

That I couldn't lose.

Oh... Blake was going to be mad. Blake was going to be apoplectic with rage. Blake was going to be so very upset, because I was going to break his biggest rule for today.

It's about him. It's all about him. It's about his pleasure, his satisfaction, his end.

It's about cumming. Him cumming.

But I was going to get there first.

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