He's Right

I do. I want it with all of me except the part that has any sense. I want it moment by moment and that want and that desire grows with every last passing second.

I try to protest but my breath only comes in hitches and starts. Soon I'm almost hyperventilating as I feel him pressing closer and closer each moment.

"I thought you said you weren't a monster," I protest weakly, "I thought you said that you wouldn't."

He smiles, "Things change. Besides I think we can both read what's happening here. You really expect me to believe you don't want me inside of you?"

"Please," I beg him.

"Please what, Emily?" he mocks me again, "I'm all confused and in the moment. And you are sending off all kinds of signals and none of them are saying no. I mean... fucking look at what your hands are doing now."

He is right.

They're playing with my breasts, grasping and pulling at them. Holding and pinching my nipples and drawing out a little bit more desire from within me.

Because he is right. He is so fucking right. I want this and I need this and I want this and I need this and I keep running around in circles, barely able to break myself out of it and it's getting harder all the time.

"Please," I beg again, but he shakes his head behind me.

"No," he says firmly, "Not until you ask me clearly."

"Please fuck my face," I beg him, but he isn't buying it.

"I can do that for you too, you know. Once I've buried this cock in that tight little virgin cunt of yours. Once I've taken you right, taken you like the slut you are. Once I've pumped into you I'll fuck your face like you're begging for."

"Please," is, it seems, all I can manage.

"Just one stroke," he offers, "Just to know what it's like. Just one stroke, all the way to my limit. Just so you know what you're missing. I'll bury it all inside of you, every inch of my dick. And when I'm good and deep you can ask me and I'll take it out."

"Please?" I warble, unsure what it is even that I'm asking or whether I'm asking anything at all.

"Please, yes?" he offers, "Please just one stroke? Please let me know? Please let me feel it? What are you asking for here, Emily? Use your fucking mouth and ask it of me."

"Please," I whimper in reply, feeling only his cock throbbing against me.

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