Page 97 of S is for SEX

“Hello…”

Oh shit. Come on Liv, you’re going to lose her.

“I was like…are you…fucking serious? I didn’t know if I was going to get out…of his house alive,” I lied. “What was the craziest thing that ever…happened…to…Sarah?”

He pulled half-way out and then shoved himself into me without warning. I coughed out a gasp and all but collapsed chest-first onto the counter. I glanced over my shoulder and gave him a what the fuck stare.

“I don’t know. I mean, she was dating guys off there for a while. She finally met someone, but not on there.”

He slapped his hand against my ass and began to fuck me steadily. With each second or third stroke his hand came down against my butt cheek again.

Oh fuck yes. I like that.

I turned, peered over my shoulder, and grinned.

“What are you doing?”

“Cooking,” I breathed.

She didn’t respond.

Come on, bitch. Tell me something.

For what was probably no more than fifteen or twenty seconds, I let Luke fuck me and slap my ass. My otherwise mundane sex life was at an all-time high, and I was enjoying it. Lost in the sexual act, and completely oblivious to the fact I was going to be deprived of his dick if she hung up, a beep from my low battery warning reminded me of my commitment.

“Uhhm. So, if you’re not seeing Mark, who are you seeing?” I rattled the sentence out without so much as taking a breath.

Say something, Chloe. If you ruin this for me, I’ll to hate you forever.

The few seconds of phone silence that followed were far from silent on my end.

“This guy. His name is Kavin. With an ‘A’. He’s kind of a dick, but in a good way. He’s really possessive, and kind of controlling, and whatever, but the sex is good.”

He began to powerfuck me again without any warning. Whether or not he was withholding cock from me earlier I didn’t know, but this time was much different. Each in stroke took the breath from me completely, and a muffled humph burst from my lungs.

About three or four strokes into it, and my eyes fell closed.

I was going to explode.

Fuck yes, keep fucking me just like that.

Just. Like. That.

As I became engrossed in the sheer joy of Luke fucking me senseless, Chloe’s voice caused me to realize it would end and end quickly if I didn’t continue to focus not only on being fucked, but on talking to her.

“Hey, Liv, let me call you back, okay?”

I opened my eyes and stared down at my saliva-covered phone.

“Nooooooo!” I groaned.

“Yeah, I really need to go, and you’re busy…”

My mind had long since surpassed the confused state, I had been fucked to the point I was delirious. I needed Luke to keep doing exactly what he was doing, and although I sure as fuck didn’t need to be talking to Chloe, I realized if I didn’t keep her on the phone he would stop. I couldn’t think properly, couldn’t reason with myself, and damned sure couldn’t speak legibly. I needed to focus on what was happening and what I was feeling.

And I was sick of talking on the phone.

“Don’t hang up,” I begged. “Right now. A guy is fucking me…”

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