Page 466 of S is for SEX

“Maybe you need to go to church. You scared?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“Get down on your knees, baby girl,” he demanded.

I reached up and grabbed ahold of his wrist lightly. As I lowered myself to my knees, I held his hand to my throat. I reached for his zipper and unzipped his pants. As I reached inside his pants with my thumb and finger, I let go of his wrist and unbuckled his belt. I unbuttoned his pants and watched his stiff cock spring out as his pants fell open.

I grasped his cock with my right hand and began stroking it. He squeezed my neck harder and pressed my back against the wall of the garage.

“Put your hands at your sides, Kelli. Don’t move them. Do not move your fucking hands for any reason. Do you understand me?” he asked.

I tried to talk, but was too excited to make myself speak. When he treated me like this, it made me a degree of excited that was unimaginable.

I nodded.

“Do you fucking understand me?” he asked sternly.

“Uh huh,” was all I could mutter.

“Baby girl, I am not going to ask you again,” he said as he squeezed my neck a little harder.

He pressed me harder to the wall and pushed his cock into my face, leaning into me with his hips.

I opened my mouth.

He thrust his cock forcefully into my mouth. He pushed harder, forcing it into my throat. I felt the soft head at the back of my throat. I was not ready for this. My eyes began to water. I raised my hand to wipe my face.

“Keep your fucking hands, down, Kelli,” he barked.

It was becoming difficult to breathe.

He thrust himself in and out of my mouth, pressing a little harder with each stroke. He loosened his grip on my neck, pressing me with his palm into the wall of the garage.

“Do you understand me?” he asked, his cock well into my throat.

My eyes watering, I needed a breath.

He looked down and smirked as he fucked my mouth.

“Well, do you?”

He pulled his cock from my mouth.

I gasped.

“Yes, yes sir,” I gasped as I took a breath.

He immediately shoved his cock back into my mouth.

“Who in the absolute fuck owns you, Kelli?” he asked as he slid his entire nine inches in and out of my throat.

He pulled his hips back. His saliva covered cock fell from my mouth.

“You. You do sir,” I gasped, my face covered in my own saliva.

“Don’t forget it,” he said as he grabbed his cock in his hand.

“Open, Kelli. Open your fucking mouth,” he demanded.

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