Page 416 of S is for SEX

“No, don’t stop. Please, Erik, don’t fucking stop,” I begged.

“Fuck my mouth. Grind your pussy on my face Baby Girl, do you hear me?”

“Yes sir. Do it. Do that again. Exactly what you were doing, exactly,” I said, hoping he could duplicate what he was doing.

His mouth went back to where it was before, perfectly. His tongue started darting back and forth across my clit, and then his upper lip pressed against it. He then began licking my pussy lips, from the bottom to the top, with the tip of his tongue. When his tongue would reach the top, he pressed my clit against his lip with his tongue. This became a rhythmic motion, the same every time. His hands slid under my butt, and he used them to raise my butt off of the countertop. I began to work my hips against his face, to the rhythm he was setting with his tongue.

I felt like we were a machine, working in unison with one another. This was perfect. With my eyes closed, there was no time, no space, no house, and no kitchen, just us. We weren’t two people any more, we were an us. A we. We became one. His tongue slid up and down and pressed against my clit. Each time his tongue touched it, my hips were raised as high as I could raise them. When he released my clit from between his tongue and his lip, I lowered my hips. This system of movements worked perfectly. It was the same every time.

With my eyes closed, I tried to focus on the movements. I don’t know how much time passed, but I heard my breathing change. I felt as if I was turning hot. I opened my eyes and looked at Erik. His eyes were open, and he was looking at my face. His mouth encompassed my entire mound. I opened my mouth. He raised his mouth off of me for a split second.

“Do it, Kelli. Do it. Cum in my mouth. Do it. And when you do, scream. Scream, Kelli. Cum in my mouth and scream. Do you hear me?”

In a short, shallow breath, I responded, “Yes.”

His mouth back in place, we began the rhythm again. Within a few seconds, I was at climax. As his tongue licked up and down, I began to scream. I squeezed the countertop and screamed as loud as I could. As I screamed, he fixed his tongue against my clit and forced it against his upper lip, holding it there, licking it rapidly. My entire body went into convulsions, and I screamed. I screamed and screamed, climaxing the entire time. I have no idea if I had one long orgasm or a hundred small ones, but I wanted it to stop as much as I wanted it to continue. My body shook, and I could hear myself screaming. When the screaming stopped, I was laying there, shaking. I could feel my wetness all over my thighs and down my crack. He began to blow on my pussy making me shake more. It felt cool.

As I lay there in shock, still recovering from my orgasm party, he unbuckled his belt. As he unfastened his pants, my heart rose to my throat in anticipation. He unzipped them, and they fell to the floor. Standing at the end of the island, his cock sticking straight out, swollen and thick, he placed his hands at his hips and almost smiled. I pressed my elbows to the island and raised my upper body off of the countertop so I could admire him. He stood there, muscular, covered in tattoos, looking gorgeous. This. Man. Made. Me. Melt.

I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head. I placed my shirt on the end of the counter, unhooked my bra, and removed it. I slid across the counter and jumped to the floor. My sneakers hit the floor and squeaked on the hardwood, reminding me that I was still wearing them. I looked down at the sneakers and back up at Erik. I had to admit, I felt cute standing there naked except for my sneakers.

I got down on my knees and slowly worked my way to Erik. He stood still in front of me, his hands at his hips. As I got close enough to touch him, I grabbed his thick cock in my hand. I studied it. It was almost as thick as my wrist. I licked the tip with my tongue and put my mouth on the head. Circling the tip of his cock with my tongue I licked my lips, moistening them. I slowly slid my mouth down the length of his hard cock, pressing the soft head against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I grabbed his butt with my hands and pulled him against me. I looked up into his eyes as I began to suck his cock.

I slid my mouth down the length of his cock, allowing it to work its way into my throat. He began to moan softly and closed his eyes. It turned me on so much when he moaned. To me, there was nothing sexier than hearing him moan. I slid my wet mouth up and down the length of his cock as I squeezed his hard butt with my hands. As his cock slid into my throat, I could feel my heart beating in my pussy. I wanted him so bad. I kept looking up at his face as I sucked his cock.

“Stand up, Baby Girl. Stand up and put your hands on the countertop, palms down.”

“You don’t like it?” I asked, wondering if I did something wrong.

“No, I love it, that’s the problem. You suck my cock too good, baby. I can’t take it,” he said, shaking his head. His chest muscles twitched as he stood there. Does he make them do that?

“Now put your hands on the countertop and bend over. I’m going to shove you so full of cock you won’t even remember how to spell your name for a week,” he said in his deep voice.

“Oh my. Ok,” I said as I did what he asked. As I grabbed the edges of the countertop, I felt his foot kicking the insides of my shoes, spreading my legs farther apart.

“You long-legged, sexy little bitch. I have to get your pussy down here where I can get to it,” he said, as he slapped the right side of my butt, hard. The slap startled me, and the sting felt like fire.

As soon as he stopped kicking my shoes and spreading my legs apart, I felt the head of his cock slide past my lips. His hands grabbed my waist, and he slid all the way inside of me. As soon as I felt his balls against my clit, I began to contract and felt as if I was going to cum. His cock slid out and then back in again. He found a rhythm and began to fuck me slowly, his hips slapping lightly against my butt as he slid all the way into my wet pussy. As his hips slapped my ass, I could feel his balls against my clit. I couldn’t take it anymore. If he kept up this pace, I would explode.

“Fuck me Erik, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me,” I said loudly.

“Fuck me, Erik. Oh God. Fuck me.”

“Fuck me.”

“Harder!” I begged.

“Who owns you, Baby Girl? Who fucking owns you?” he almost screamed.

“Oh God, you do. You own me. You.”

“Don’t forget it, do you hear me?” he said in a loud, stern tone.

“Yes, I am yours. You own me,” I responded. I loved this.

In and out he forced himself, each time it felt as I was being stretched open for the first time. Not a tremendous pain, but each stroke felt like it was the first, the entry stroke. It was a new feeling to me, and it was more than I could take. I was going to explode.

“Please…Faster. Fuck me. Give me that cock. Give me that big fat….Oh my God. Give it to me.”

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