Page 417 of S is for SEX

He began to move faster and faster, his hips slapping harder against my butt, making a popping sound each time they made contact. The rhythm of his balls banging against my clit was more than I could take. I tensed up, tightening my butt muscles.

My hips were against the countertop of the island, and he was smashing me against the countertop with each stroke. The pain from his hips smashing me into it began to take my mind away from the pleasure I felt from the rhythm of him sliding in and out. The pain felt so good. I began to focus on the pain to give myself more time.

“Harder, fuck me……harder…….Erik. Oh….My….God….Erik.”

“Erik…”

I couldn’t take it anymore. It felt too good. Looking back at his tattooed forearm on my hip and seeing his muscular legs, rippled abs, and tattooed chest was more than I could take.

“Fuck me harder,” I begged.

“Please. Oh my fucking. I am going to cum,” I said in a high pitched voice.

“Erik. I am going to.”

“I am. I am. I am. I am,” I screamed as loud as I could.

His hands slid to my neck and began to grip me slightly. Oh God, I really, really like fucking this guy.

“Cum with me. Holy fuck. Oh. My. God. Cum with…..Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed.

As I screamed, I felt his warm cum shoot inside of me as his cock pulsed, swelling each time it pulsed, filling my with his cum. He continued to slide in and out slowly as he came, and I kept having an orgasm to end all orgasms. My legs quivered beneath me. My knees bent, I was afraid I was going to fall. He slowly buried himself inside of me and kept his hips against my butt.

“Do not move,” I said. I felt a pulsation throughout my entire body.

“Did you like that?” he asked, still inside me fully.

“Like it?” My hands still on the countertop, I turned around and looked at him. “Like it? Are you fucking serious?”

“You’re tight little pussy is more than I can handle, Baby Girl,” he said.

“Well, anyone’s pussy would be tight with your huge cock in it,” I said, laughing.

“Just don’t move,” I reminded him. “I’m still recovering. Holy shit, now that was a fucking orgasm,” I said, turning and looking at the countertop. I felt certain my legs were going to give out.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I think so,” I responded.

“I am going to pick you up and sit you on the countertop,” he said.

“Okay.”

He slowly slid his flaccid cock out of my throbbing pussy. He grabbed my waist and picked me up, holding me in the air. As my butt cleared the height of the countertop, he plopped me down on it, facing away from him. I turned to face him.

“Stay there a minute, let me see what I can find here,” he said, as he shuffled around the kitchen. I could see that his jeans were resting above his boots and around his ankles.

“You’re cute,” I said as I watched him.

“It’s been a long time since I have heard that. My mother. Well, she said it all the time,” he said, his voice trailing off and getting quieter at the end.

“I’m sorry,” I said, remembering the story of his mother’s death.

“No, Kelli, not at all, I enjoyed you saying it,” he responded as he turned and looked at me.

Opening the drawers under the countertop and looking in them, he said, “Here we go,” as he pulled out some dish towels.

“Oh lord. I thought leaving the cum covered pants at The Buckle was bad,” I said, laughing.

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