Submissive to the Core

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I fully expected Blake to be disgusted or to shun me once he saw my bits but...

He's kneeling between my legs, looking at me like a man starved. I lift myself up on my elbows, watching his face change.

Fascination, desire, lust... I self consciously start to close my legs but he holds my thighs open and squeezes them, working his way up.

He tsks at me. "Don't hide that pretty pussy from me." His voice has a hint of gravel. I shudder from the raw dominance emanating from him, my head falling back.

He bends down and holds eye contact as he starts kissing my thigh. He runs his tongue along the path he kisses, right up to my thong. The sensations bring out noises from me that I didn't think I could make.

His breath finally hits my core, almost sending me into spasms.

"Fuck... Oh my God." My legs are shaking as I try to calm my overactive libido.

"I hope you didn't care too much for these." I hear him through the fog that's taken over my mind.

What is he talking about? That's when I hear a rip and feel a breeze on my nether regions. I squeal and try to close my legs. That's cold and now that I'm fully exposed, I'm having second thoughts. He ignores my attempt to shut him out and keeps his hands firmly on my thighs.

I meet his eyes, panting and overwhelmed but wanting more.

His face is right there and what if, if...

He sucks in a breath and his fingers caress my skin. There's a long moment of silence; long enough for me to second guess myself... or third guess.

Maybe four?

His strained voice interrupts my thoughts. "It's... perfect," he breathes.

Did I hear him right? He... likes it? I flush, almost embarrassed. He lets out a lusty chuckle. "Fuck, yeah." His eyes trail over me as he bites his lip.

His breath hits me, sending a rush of heat through me. I groan and jerk against him, my eyes closing. He takes his thumb and gently runs it down my folds to gather my arousal before sliding it back up to my clit, exposing it to his gaze. I hold back the moan building in my throat. My head falls back and my toes curl at the sensations of pleasure that are running through me.

I'm so close. I can't breathe right. He starts gently rubbing my clit. "I'm gonna eat this pussy until I make you scream my name," he growls.

With that, he finally lowers his mouth to my core and nuzzles it before letting out a quiet moan. He slowly trails his tongue from the bottom to the top of my pussy, eliciting a loud moan from me, one louder than the one I let out in the elevator.

"Oh my God, please." I reach out my hand to grab his hair but hesitate, thinking maybe I'm overreaching. Maybe he'd hate it. His tongue traces my clit, his fiery gaze on me. Teasing me. Driving me crazy.

This encourages me to run my fingers through his hair and finally grip it at the roots. He lets out a low rumble in his chest, something that's primal to the core. He laps at me in a steady rhythm, top to bottom, around, thoroughly exploring every inch of my folds. He sweeps his tongue over my entrance and I'm on edge.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God... Blake..."

He grips my ass and slides his tongue into my pussy, twirling it along my walls and I explode. I shudder as pleasure overtakes me and he suddenly clamps onto my clit, close to making me climax again. My moans are wanton.

I'm begging, growling, moaning, panting and unable to speak coherent sentences. I can only say "Please."

I decide to be bold and pull his face into me by his hair. He lets out a deep groan. "Fuck."

I want more. I want his hands everywhere. I want him to touch me, to taste me and to never stop. I think he knows because he doubles down.

He eats me. Eats me as if I were his last meal and I cum again. He lets out little moans and groans as my pussy spasms around his tongue once again. A mixture of pants and whimpers leave my lips as I lose myself in him.

"Fuck, you're so wet..." He hums into me, a sharp intake of breath reflecting his desires. "You're driving me crazy..." He praises me like I'm doing something special, making me feel even sexier.

He keeps bringing me to the precipice and sending me over, lapping up all my juices, making me clamp my thighs uncontrollably around his head. I go back and forth between tugging his hair and gripping the sheets.

"Please," I finally gasp, the intensity of the most recent climax completely overwhelming me. "I can't take anymore." The sheets are a mess from all my grabbing, I'm sure my hair is frazzled and my legs are trembling. I'm on the edge again and it's like I'm reaching for something just beyond my grasp.

He lifts his head, chuckling devilishly as he meets my eyes. "I think you underestimate how much you can take," he rasps.

With that, he slides a finger in, making me yelp. but that yelp quickly becomes a long, drawn out yes.

"Fuck..." He lets out a string of curses. "You're so tight."

He moves slowly, his finger moving easily along my walls, not stopping until it's fully buried in me.

Fuck.

He curves his finger up and drags it back out and oh my God. My toes curl tightly as I grip onto my knees.

"I'm gonna cum..." I breathe. "I-I can't-" A loud moan breaks through my words.

I look down at him, not worried about what he thinks anymore because he's clearly enjoying himself. He adds another finger and... fuck. His motions are achingly slow and he massages me the entire time. He's doing something with those fingers and I don't know what it is but it's working whatever magic he's trying to. He's got me panting and making unintelligible noises.

I don't care anymore except about what he's giving me. I open my legs wider to give him better access and he sucks in a deep breath before freezing and... he's... not moving but those fingers...

I hear him chuckle somewhere in my hazy mind but I can't do anything but push my hips into his hand, trying to ride his fingers.

"So fucking tight," he mumbles his approval.

He leans his head forward and his lips latch onto my clit before flicking it back and forth with his tongue in rapid motions. He has me mewing, begging for release

I never thought a man would or could do this. That a man would not only be capable of doing this or that he would WANT to do this for me.

Lewis was all about himself. He didn't care if I got off. And then this gorgeous... I bite my lip,

I don't normally behave this wantonly but...

Another rush of liquid escapes me, leaving my legs trembling and me panting. Holy fuck, this man knows what he's doing.

He pulls me closer, grabbing my ass and using it as leverage, roughly lapping at me, his tongue hard against my clit. He pushes my hips up into his face, devouring me. I'm helpless but to let him take what he wants.

I cry out in tortured ecstasy. The pleasure is overwhelming and he's turning me into a fucking addict, willing to do anything to get my fix.

Is this what people mean when they talk about being submissive? Because if it is, I am absolutely submissive.

I'm ready to let him take whatever he wants, consequences be damned. Hell, he could twist me into a pretzel and fuck me all night and I would have absolutely no problem with it. I don't care what he does as long as he doesn't stop.

My decision is set in stone. There's no pulling back and as I run my fingers through his hair with his face buried in me, I'm not so sure I want to.