Page 496 of S is for SEX

I reached for the bowl and shoved my hand into the batter. As I pulled it out, batter dripped to the floor from my fingers.

“Kelli, what the fuck?” he asked as he shook his head and attempted to pull the batter away.

I slowly bent my knees. As I did, my chest pressed against his legs. I cupped my right hand close to my chest.

“Scoot. Isn’t that what you said? Scoot,” I said as I pushed against his legs with my elbow.

“What the fuck are you…” he began to ask.

I cupped the batter in my right hand. As he stepped back, I grabbed the waist of his sweats with my left hand and yanked. They came down just far enough for his cock to flop out.

Perfect.

I grabbed his cock with my batter covered right hand and stroked it slowly. The batter was slippery. I stroked his cock until it was rigid. I cupped his smoothly shaved balls in my hand and covered them in batter. I pulled my hand back and slowly licked my fingers, looking up at him as I did.

He set the bowl on the counter and turned off the stove.

He reached for the remote control and turned up the music. Ben Harper, Brown Eyed Blues.

He wants this as much as I do.

“My kitchen, my rules,” I said before I swallowed half of his batter covered cock.

I pulled my mouth from his cock, looked up at him, and licked my lips

“Our kitchen,” he said.

“My kitchen, your hallway,” I said, looking up at him.

I winked and took his entire cock into my mouth. My throat convulsed. I held his cock deep and pressed against the shaft with my tongue. Slowly, I released his cock from my mouth. I sucked hard as I did. When it passed my lips, it made a pop.

“Mine,” I said, “wear a shirt or get naked,” I said as I opened my mouth and guided his cock toward my lips.

“Ours. No shirt. I never wear a…”

I grabbed his ass in my left hand and took his entire length into my mouth. I took his cock into my throat and quickly slid back up the shaft. He gasped. I took it into my throat again. I closed my eyes. I released it. I took it into my throat again then released it. I squeezed his ass in my hand, and took his cock into my throat and held it. I opened my eyes and looked up. My throat convulsed. I pressed harder. I stretched my tongue out and licked his batter covered balls. He groaned. Slowly, I slid my mouth from his cock.

“Who’s kitchen? Who owns this kitchen?” I asked, smiling.

The music changed to R. L. Burnside, Someday Baby.

There’s no way he won’t fuck me now.

He looked down and slowly smiled.

“Fuck it, baby girl. This kitchen’s yours. Come here. Now,” he said as he reached down and placed his hands under my arm pits.

He hoisted me to my feet.

“You’re always gonna be trouble aren’t you,” he laughed as he lifted me to the island -referencing the song’s lyrics, someday baby you ain’t gonna be trouble for me anymore.

I nodded.

I loved this kitchen. I loved it when he brought me in her the first time. That was so hot. Every time I stepped into the kitchen I got wet. This house is perfect for us.

“Your kitchen, your rules. But now it’s sex, and when it’s sex, who calls the shots?” he asked.

“The shot caller,” I responded, sitting on the island facing him.

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