He's Going To Break Me

He's going to break me. And what an end it will be.

Here in a dirty alleyway with the cock of the only man I could possibly consider and enemy buried in my throat. My lungs burning and desperation in me.

Will they know that I came just before I died?

The shame.

The burning shame that hits that place just inside of me, that hits me so right as I feel it touch all the right places. That wells up from deep within me and consume me, rushing up to satisfy even now while the darkness seeps in.

I'm doing all the wrong things and that just might be my end but god what an end it will be. Given over to my base desires and loving every minute of it, my final day filled with the thing that has given me such joy over the past few days of existence. My newfound freedom constrained as I am held by him.

Right up until the moment I am released.

Release might be the wrong word, because he doesn't really let me go. Rather his hands dig into my hair and he pulls me back, holding me in place while his cock slowly slides out of my mouth until I fall off of him gasping and sucking in air as best I can. Heaving with it until my world returns to some kind of normalcy.

What a laugh that is. To think that I could ever consider any of this fucking normal.

I gulp in the air and I breathe heavily and gradually the world comes back to shades of color. And I am so focused on that, I barely even register that I'm being moved. No sense of it until my hair burns as he tugs me to my feet and slams me backwards, pushing me firmly against the wall behind me and crushing me against it with his weight.

He releases my head at the last moment. With his shove I am tossed against the wall and scattered on the bricks of it. The back of my head cracks against it and stars go off behind my eyes as I grunt, my eyes going wide a moment before he is on me in full, every ounce of his pent up rage released in his search for some pleasure of his own.

HIs lips press against me. Mine parted in a gasp and that's perfect for him because only a moment after his lips connect, his tongue slips into my mouth and dominates the space.

I moan and close my lips around him, suckling on his tongue like it's the cock I just had buried in my throat as I squirm with confused desire and satisfied womanhood because god, I have him back to life again.

He is moving. He is touching me. He is kissing me. He is wanting me.

And it is all happening with the kind of **** and fury that signifies something yet to come, something danger. This newfound Blake might mean that I'm in even more danger than I was before, but there is only a possibility of that. In truth it means only one thing, and that I can manage with.

The door is still open. He hasn't shut me out in full.

So I work with that. I push back into him while he kisses me. I wrap my arms around the back of his head and pull him down to me like I'm an affectionate girlfriend, shifting up onto tiptoes to give him more back than he is giving me.

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