Page 427 of S is for SEX

“What do you fucking do when I tell you to do something?” he screamed.

Oh shit, I was supposed to answer that.

“Do it, baby. I do it,” I responded.

“Cum, you sexy little bitch. Cum,” he demanded.

He reached under me and pinched my right nipple in his finger and held it.

“Cum.”

In and out he forced himself. A sensation rang from my nipple to my groin. His cock felt so good sliding in and out. Focus Kelli, focus.

Ouch!! Holy fuck.

His left hand slapped my ass hard.

And I exploded. I screamed.

“I’m cumming….I am cumming…Oh God.”

“Yes…yes…yes,”

“Eriiiiikkkkkkk,”

“Oh – my – God,”

I heard a car come over the bump and onto our level of the roof. I could hear it accelerating. He slid out and backed against the car, facing me. My dress fell to my thighs. I stood, looking over the edge of the roof, my legs shaking. I heard the car park. People started talking. As the voices got farther away, I turned toward Erik.

“I want you to fuck my mouth, I want your cum. You didn’t cum,” I said as I got onto my knees.

The concrete felt harsh against my knees. I moved, but it didn’t feel better. I moved backward and pressed my back against the concrete wall where I stood a few minutes before.

“You come look over the edge, and shove your cock in my mouth,” I demanded.

“You have about three minutes before someone’s up here. Hurry the fuck up,” I said, laughing.

He slowly walked toward me and unbuttoned his pants. He reached down and pulled his half-hard cock from his pants. He straddled my face with his thighs on either side and put his hands on his hips.

“Put your fucking hands on the ledge, you better make this quick,” I said in as harsh of a tone as I could without laughing.

“On the ledge God damn it,” I said again.

He chuckled and put his hands on the ledge. I grabbed his butt in my hands. As I did, he flexed his butt muscles. The felt like rocks in my hands. I pulled him toward me. As he bent his knees, I took him into my mouth.

I took him into my throat, and growled, holding his cock deep in my throat. Sliding out, I made slurping sounds and spit saliva on the tip and then back into my throat. I continued over and over, getting lost in the feeling of having him inside of my mouth.

I closed my eyes, and the man that I love moaned - on the roof of the parking garage, until he erupted into my throat.

I felt his warmth inside of me, the warmth of his flesh, and the warmth of his cum. I opened my eyes. He pulled from my mouth and stood in front of me.

“You make me so fucking happy,” he said, looking down at me.

I smiled and looked at his face. He was so gorgeous. I’m sure, to most women, he looked stern. Mean. To me, he looked gorgeous. He may be harsh, and an asshole to most, but to me he was sensitive and compassionate.

He provided me with all that I needed and wanted. I didn’t deserve him, and I didn’t deserve this, but I was going to take it as long as he would give it to me. Whatever Erik gave me, whatever he thought I needed, I would take. He knew what was best for me, he knew – even when I did not – what it was that’s best for me.

I didn’t deserve him, but he deserved everything I could offer him. And I was going to offer him my life.

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