He's Good

He's good, this horrible man. He's good to taste, the salty earthiness of his member cut with something I can't quite place. His own particular flavor, the specifics of it eluding me but one that is wholly pleasant. One that is better than the average, if my experience is broad enough to be able to make that statement.

Attractive too. Never believed I could find a cock attractive but now that I know that I can, I know his is. The perfect proportions, the perfect contrast between head and shaft. Long enough to fill my throat but not so much that taking it all is an impossibility. Not so thick that it's painful and all of it perfectly toned, from the brown and reddish head down over the tan shaft lined with thick veins that pulse with approval.

Full balls that hang down enough that when I slide beneath his shaft I can take each orb one at a time in my mouth. Not so low that they seem like an imepediment and not so full as to be intimidating.

All nicely shaven so there is no hair in the way. All always tasty, delightfully so. All always warm and hard and ready and eager for me.

I love it. I love the sensation of it. I love the way that he twitches, the way that he jumps.

Love the thickness filling out my hand, my mouth. Love the fact that I can take it slow or take it hard and fast and he'll react perfectly. That after one I'm sure he'll be ready for another, if only we had the time.

And that even though I play with him and even though I push his buttons, he'll still come back for more.

Blake wanted to make me addicted to him, so he could manipulate me. But in spite of the fact that I was the one on my knees I think the tables had been well and truly turned by now. He was the one who was bound to my whims. I was the one dictating terms.

He had the surface level control, but I was the one with all the power. Because the power of denial is far too influential to be ignored.

Suddenly Blake seizes me. Not roughly but still it takes me by surprise and then I'm up on my feet, my hand still wrapped around his cock but my mouth empty until he presses his tongue in while he holds me to him.

**** and denied I keep on stroking his cock and touching myself at the same time. Finding a rhythm that brings me close, but not fully, towards fantasizing taking this cock inside of me like he'd planned. Like had almost happened.

"Why did you make me stop?" I ask him, but like an enigma he smiles and ducks down, taking my breast in his mouth and biting my nipple hard enough that I fully gasp.

"I saw something," he replies, sparking a fear in me as he leaves the specifics unanswered, "And it gave me a thought."

Gradually I got this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. This sense that was almost like dread, but maybe closer to excitement. Whatever it was in specific that Blake was talking about, it was clear what he was so thrilled about.

He thought he'd found a loophole.

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