Page 453 of S is for SEX

“Uhhmm. J.J. Grey and MOFRO….uhhmm, it’s uhhmm, Turpentine, why?” I asked as I listened.

“Because it’s good fucking music. Grab your toes. Or ankles, yeah, make it your ankles. Do it now,” he said as he worked his hips to the music, still stoking his cock.

I stretched my back, bent over a few times and touched my toes, and then bent down and grabbed my ankles. I looked between my legs and watched an upside down Erik Ead dance on my kitchen countertop with his cock in his hand.

As Derek Trucks Band, Sweet Inspiration played, Erik grabbed my waist in his hands. I watched between my legs as he guided himself inside me. I watched between my legs as his cock disappeared inside of my wet pussy. He moved his feet apart and I watched it slowly slide out, exposing the rim. I felt every inch of his thick cock as he pushed it inside again. It felt as if it was in my throat.

My hair draped on the countertop, I watched. And focused on the music. In. Out. In. Out. Oh God. In. Out. Holy…

Focus Kelli. He’s so…

I closed my eyes. And he fucked me. Slowly, with rhythm. And I began to shake.

I opened my eyes and looked up and saw his cock as it disappeared into me.

Oh holy fucking Christ. Jesus.

“Take it easy, I’m going to…” I started to speak and was overcome with a flood of emotion. My body shook as I watched him fuck me. I felt myself drip down my thighs.

“Never mind. Fuck me. Just fuck me.” I whimpered as I came all over his cock.

I closed my eyes again.

“You want fucked?”

I gritted my teeth, “Yes.”

He let go of my hip with his right hand and I felt his body twist. I tensed up, knowing what was next.

Whack!

I felt the sting an instant before I heard the sound. I opened and closed my eyes instantaneously, feeling a rush from the slap on my butt cheek. I tensed to ease the pain, and I felt him shift again.

Whack!

The sting was intense. More of a burn. Burning and itching. His hand touched my hip again. Thank God.

He began to forcefully fuck me like I have never before been fucked.

His cock began sliding in and out like a jackhammer, the pop pop pop sound of his hips slapping against my ass was turning me on. I opened my eyes again and looked up.

Mistake.

About three strokes and I was done.

“Erik, I can’t. I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum all over your…” I gritted my teeth as an orgasm filled me.

His hips slapped against me. I could feel his balls smacking my clit. I opened my eyes and looked over the tops of my thighs. His tattooed chest flared as he pulled against my waist and filled my wetness with cock.

“Fucking fuck…Oh God.” I whispered before I realized I said it audibly.

I straightened my back and looked up at the wall about ten feet away. It didn’t help.

Oh my fucking. God. Never. Whatever you do, Erik Ead. Never. Stop. Fucking. Me.

His force was scooting my feet across the countertop. I stepped wider, and tried to hold my placement. He repositioned. I felt his hand leave my waist. He pressed harder, forcing himself into me. I started to tingle, and I felt myself begin to contract. I changed my breathing and started taking deep breaths to control my orgasms.

Whack!

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