Page 498 of S is for SEX

“Stop moaning, I think…” I muttered.

He moaned louder as he licked and sucked.

“Erik, I think…”

He moaned and worked his fingers deeper.

“Oh my fucking God,” I stuttered

I opened my eyes and looked down. He was watching me, his eyes wide open. He winked at me. Oh fuck. I tried to breathe. I couldn’t. I inhaled and almost choked. My breathing became stuttered. I felt as if this was going to be my last breath. My heart rose into my throat. I tingled down deep in my soul. He sucked, licked, and moaned.

And I released.

I came. And came. I worked my hips, thrusting myself into his mouth.

He moaned as he licked.

And I came.

“Stop, please,” I begged.

“I can’t take it, don’t touch me,” I whispered.

He stood up and flexed his chest.

Dear God.

He grasped his cock in his left hand and started stroking it. I pushed myself up onto my elbows a little further. Standing there smiling, he continued to stroke his cock, the speed increasing as he stroked it. He flexed his biceps and made his pectoral muscles jump up and down.

Kill me now, please.

He reached toward the countertop and grabbed the saucepan of syrup in his right hand. I watched intently as he held it in front of his chest and poured the pan onto his shoulders, chest, and stomach. The syrup ran down to his cock and around to his thighs. As it touched his thighs, he flexed his muscles.

Is this really happening?

He took a few steps toward the island, raised his knees to the top, and jumped up onto the counter, straddling me. The syrup glistened on his smoothly shaven skin. I licked my lips. He crawled across the counter on his knees until his chest was over my face. As he lowered his massive tattooed chest to meet my lips, I moaned.

I can’t take this anymore. I felt my wetness running into the crack of my ass.

I began to lick and suck his chest. The sweet syrup encouraged me to be more aware of where I was licking. His knees on either side of my thighs, I sucked and bit his nipples as I reached around his waist to support myself. His hands grasped my head lightly and pulled it tight to his chest.

I moaned as I licked his chest.

“Lean back,” he said softly.

I leaned back onto my forearms, lowering my back closer to the counter. He lowered himself along my torso, dragging his chest along my nipples as he did. The sensation sent tingles through my spine. My body shuddered.

Please, Erik. Fuck me.

He leaned back on his knees as he held my head in his hands. He raised his knees and stood crouched on his feet, his stiff cock standing straight up. He worked the tip toward my face. As I opened my mouth he pulled my head onto the shaft with force. His cock forced itself into my throat. I coughed as it slid down deep. I opened my eyes and looked up. The sticky syrup pressed up against my face. He held my head there for a moment and slid his cock free of my mouth.

As he lowered my head back to the countertop, he shifted his weight to his knees. His mouth met mine and as he kissed my lips lightly, he guided the tip of his swollen cock inside of me. As soon as it slid into my pussy, I began to contract.

“Erik,” I gasped.

“Shhhh,” he whispered as he kissed me.

He slowly worked himself in and out of my pussy. His chest pressed against mine. The warmth of his body pressed against me. We were stuck together by a thin film of syrup. It was a sensation that words can’t describe. He kissed me as his hips worked slowly, softly biting my upper lip with each kiss. I felt myself start to tingle.

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