Page 130 of S is for SEX

“Did I tell you to suck on that shit for a minute, and then spit it across the fucking kitchen?” he asked as he continued to finger fuck me.

“No, thir,” I said over the pieces of remaining ice I was shuffling with my tongue.

He reached for the bowl and plucked two more pieces of ice from it.

“Here,” he said as he held them in front of my face.

Oh, fuck.

Luckily, the previous pieces were almost melted away. I poked the other two in my mouth and sucked on them like a mad woman, hoping my desire alone would melt them instantly. After an amount of time I’d be incapable of guessing, I realized once again he was fingering me and had probably never stopped. My sole focus had become getting rid of the ice he was making me suck on, which left little room for me to enjoy the sex.

As the small pieces finally dissolved, I opened my mouth and sighed.

Finally.

“Here,” he said as he handed me two more.

Son-of-a-bitch.

I poked the two pieces of ice into my mouth with much reluctance. I considered chewing them and allowing him to spank me as punishment until his arm was too tired to swing the paddle, but opted to at least attempt to entertain him.

As I sucked on the cubes and became all but hypnotized with his fingering of me, the sound of his belt unbuckling caused my eyes to widen slightly. I bit my lower lip in anticipation and pressed the ice against the roof of my mouth with my tongue.

He pushed his finger downward, stretching my pussy open from the force. While I leaned forward, pressing my chest into the countertop and wondering just what the fuck he was doing, his cock slowly slid inside and joined his finger as an instrument of my pleasure.

Now finger fucking me and shoving me full of cock at the same time, but on alternating cycles, his cock slid out as his finger slid in, and vice versa. With my mouth full of ice, and my mind trying to decide what in the hell was going on, I felt as if I was being fucked by at least two people at the same time.

After several strokes of preparation, he was now fucking me with full force, sliding his cock all the way out and slowly pushing it in until his hips pressed against my ass. His finger had been swapped with what I was pretty certain was his thumb, and the web of his hand was wreaking sexual havoc on my swollen clit. I swallowed the little remaining ice, and closed my eyes as I rested my head on the countertop, doing my best to focus on the fabulous feeling of having him fuck me.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest against my back and forcing my boobs into the countertop. As I opened my eyes his hand gripped my jaw and turned my head to the side.

“When you reach climax, I want you to scream. Is that understood?” he breathed into my ear.

“Yes, Sir,” I responded through my tightening throat.

He released my jaw, pressed his hand against my back, and slowly but rhythmically began to steadily fuck me into the edge of the countertop. Feeling his cock inside of me was so much different than anything I was used to, and although I wasn’t sure of the difference was purely from his increased girth, or if it was a result of me being more in tune with my feelings, I felt no real need to determine the answer.

I simply enjoyed every minute that Jackson was fucking me.

As every one of my muscles slowly tensed and my clit began to develop the itchy feeling, the sound of his hand in the bowl of ice shifted my focus for a split-second. After a second or so of no demand on his part for me to eat another piece of ice, I assumed he must have eaten it himself. I sighed lightly and attempted to focus on my quickly approaching climax.

His cold fingers in between my butt cheeks startled me slightly, but the piece of ice he slid in my anus caused me to immediately inhale a choppy breath.

Without any other indication of his action, he continued to fuck me while his thumb worked immediately below his throbbing shaft, and the web of his hand pounded against my clit. All things considered, it was just too much.

The ice cube in my ass was an oddly satisfying sensation, but was one more thing demanding my focus, and prevented me from allowing myself to relax. I desperately wanted to concentrate on him fucking me, and, ultimately, reach climax.

While he continued to slap his hips against my ass and force himself completely inside of me, the freezing sensation in my ass eventually subsided. Now completely focused on being fucked, I once again clenched my eyes closed and relaxed onto the countertop.

I opened my eyes slightly as his finger fumbled between my butt cheeks again. The freezing cold water dripping along my inner thigh was all the proof I needed that he was going to do it again.

And he did.

One ice cube in my ass, and another in my already full pussy…

My freezing cold ass was soon forgotten as my pussy became my only focus. Everything he had done before continued, but the water from the melting ice worked against my natural lubricants, causing the act of fucking to become much more brutal, create far more friction, and in turn, arouse me even more.

Incapable of even understanding all of what was happening, my mouth was agape and my mind was reeling. The sound of his hips slapping my ass echoed throughout the small kitchen, filling it with the sounds of nothing but sex. My eyes widened and I stared into the dining area searching for answers to my question of what was happening to me.

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