No more Baby Girl.
I always stopped thinking about it and told myself to live in today, and make Erik happy. Do what he wanted, because what he wanted was what I wanted. I wanted him to be happy, and when he wanted something, I wanted to do it. Because he wanted it.
I was so fat. Fat legs. I wish they could suck fat out of my legs and shove it in my butt. Someone needed to figure that one out. I would be a happy girl if my leg fat became my butt fat. If my butt was a little bit fatter, I wonder what it would feel like when Erik slapped it. I loved it when I didn’t know he was going to spank me and he spanked me anyway. That first slap was so good. After he slapped it the first time, I knew he was going to slap it again, and I waited for it. And then whenever he moves his arm, I know it’s coming. I still loved it, but that first one was always the best.
Thinking about it was making me wet.
And I was not wearing panties.
Time, time, time. What time…six fifty. Erik is supposed to be here to get me at seven o’clock.
Where did all my bobby pins go? I bought them by the hundreds, and I never had any. There should be five hundred bobby pins on the floor or in my bed, and there were none. Three, I had three bobby pins in the bathroom.
Three.
I hope when Erik got here, he didn’t get mad about the grad school talk. I would do whatever he wanted me to do. Anything. But I did not want him to get mad because I spent all summer not telling him. I just wanted him to hug me. Hug me and tell me everything was alright. I wanted that.
I wanted him to hug me with his cock.
I couldn’t ever get enough of him. I knew Erik said I was not broken and that I was normal, but all I ever thought about was fucking him. That was all I could think about. Who would have him and not spend every moment of every day wanting to fuck him? Who would not be fucking him every moment that he was around? I wanted to fuck him a lot more than he wanted to fuck me. I wished he would fuck me all the time. In the house, in the elevator, in the car, in the parking garage, in the parking lot, at the store. I loved fucking him.
Bobby pins or no bobby pins?
Fat. I was so fat. Erik’s a doctor, he would know if they could put my thigh fat into my butt. I bet they could.
Time. Six fifty-five.
No bobby pins. He couldn’t run his fingers through my hair when I used bobby pins.
As soon as my phone beeped, I knew it was Erik. He was always on time. He never procrastinated, not that I knew of anyway. I couldn’t wait to smell him, touch him, and have him touch me. I was going to suck his cock on the way to dinner. That would make him happy. He would not be so mad about this discussion if I sucked his cock on the way to dinner. I couldn’t believe that I didn’t think about that before now. I was fat and stupid. He loved it when I sucked his cock. He moaned. And when he moaned, I melted.
I grabbed my phone and swiped it.
Heather Whore: Sup, bitch?
Are you kidding me? What was she doing texting me? Grrrrrr. I typed a message and pressed send.
Kelli: Go away!!! Erik is on his way and we’re going out. TTYL. :)
My phone beeped again.
Heather Whore: Did he talk to you about poker run?
I read and reread the message. Poker run? I typed a response.
Kelli: No.
Immediately, it beeped again.
Erik Ead: Baby Girl, I am outside the door.
I turned my phone off, tossed it in my purse, and ran for the door.
Opening the door to Erik’s car, and seeing him sitting there, his head turned and looking at me – made me feel better about what I was planning to do. He made me feel a new kind of happy when I saw him sitting there. Dark blue jeans, a dark blue V-neck tee, and his tattooed forearm pulsing as he gripped the steering wheel.
Something was different, maybe because I wanted it to be, but it was different.
“Baby Girl,” he said as he looked at me.
His bicep flexed as he twisted his hand on the steering wheel.
“Hi Erik,” I said back, smiling.
He started to drive forward. I buckled my seatbelt, because he always yelled at me when I forgot to. I thought about it, and unbuckled it. I slid over the center console of the car, and laid my head in his lap, facing his stomach.
“You alright, baby?” he asked.
I turned and smiled at him as I slid my hand to his thigh. I could feel him beneath his jeans. I started stroking him as he shifted the gears, driving up the street away from Old Town. He began to swell with each stroke. I hoped he wanted this as bad as I did. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted him to be pleased with me. He always says I sucked his cock so good, and he always moaned for me. I wanted him to like this.
I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I turned my head slightly toward him, looking for rejection or acceptance from him. He was looking straight ahead, both hands on the wheel. As I unzipped his pants, his cock popped up. Immediately, I licked my lips and began to slide my mouth onto the soft head.
I licked the head in a circular motion, getting it wet. I looked up at him, and he was watching. I slid my mouth down slowly, taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. I purposely didn’t try to take it all, I wanted to tease him. He felt different in my mouth at this angle, and I wondered if I could fit all of him into my throat.
I slid my mouth up and down his hard, swollen shaft. With my right hand I began to massage his balls, trying to get him to cum. As I massaged them lightly, I buried my face into his lap, taking him into my throat. My throat began to pulse. I loved the feeling of his cock being there. It made me feel like he was mine.
I slid my mouth up and off of his cock completely. As my mouth slid off of the head, the saliva from my throat collected in my mouth. I spit a little onto his cock and put my lips back onto it, making a string of saliva connect his cock to my mouth. Slowly lifting my mouth, I made sure we were still connected by the saliva. Proudly, I turned and looked up at Erik.
He watched as he drove. I did it again, stringing the saliva from my lips to his cock.
“Suck that cock, Baby Girl. Suck it like a good girl,” he said as he turned the corner.
I immediately engulfed his entire cock and began to suck it as deeply and as quickly as I could. The harder I sucked it, the more saliva came from my throat. I went faster and faster, taking it all into my mouth and then into the back of my throat. I repositioned on the console and moved my left arm behind me, giving me more room. As my mouth slid up the shaft, I began to press against the bottom of his shaft with my tongue, forcing his cock into the roof of my mouth as it slid past.
I reached back and grabbed my dress, pulling it over my butt. I felt the air conditioning blowing on my butt. I could feel that I was wet. I began to moan as I continued to take him in my mouth. I started humming and growling as I started to suck it more aggressively. I raised my head and looked at Erik.
“Cum in my mouth, please. I want it so bad,” I begged him, batting my eyelashes.
“If you keep doing that, I will,” he responded.
I licked the tip as I looked him in the eyes. I kept eye contact and took all of him into my mouth. He watched as I slid my mouth up and down, alternating his gaze from the road to my eyes. He turned another corner.
He removed his right hand from the steering wheel and slid it down my back. I felt his palm in between my cheeks. He began to slide his two middle fingers along my wetness. I stretched, trying to force his fingers inside of me. I wanted to feel him inside of me.
Using his left hand, he turned the wheel. His right hand slid inside of me and pulled upward, almost lifting my knees from the seat. He slid his two fingers in deep again and pulled upward, stretching me. I stopped sucking and tried to feel what he was doing.
In again and up. In and up. Oh, God, what was he doing?
His fingers slid in, and he curved them, tickling me. In and curled. As they were deep inside of me, he lifted up, stretching me aga
in. I can’t take this. I was going to cum all over his car.
Focus, Kelli, focus.
I swallowed his cock, and began growling as he fingered me deeply. I kept my head buried onto him until I could no longer breathe. I lifted my head, gasped a quick breath, and went back down, taking his entire length into my throat. I growled as I kept it in my throat.
We drove in circles. I could feel it.
His fingers slid in deep and stayed still.
I growled and shook my head.
Cum, please cum, I can’t take this. Please cum for me.
His fingers started slamming in and out as fast as he could. My focus shifted from sucking his cock to the feeling inside of me. I lifted my mouth from his cock and laid my head on it, pressing my cheek against it.
In and out. In and out.
And the car stopped.
“Where are we?” I asked, turning to look out the window.
“On top of the parking garage. On the roof,” he responded.
“You have to move, I need to get to the console so I can shut off the car,” he said.
I sat up in the car, and he moved the selector on the console and turned the key off.
“Get your little ass out of the car,” he demanded.
Oh no. He was mad. What did I do? Crap, I did something wrong. Fucking Heather. Heather told him about grad school. Fuck.
I got out of the car and looked over the top at him.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked.
“Fuck no I’m not mad. Get your ass over to the edge of the roof. Now.”
I took a couple of steps to the edge of the roof and looked down. He had driven at the parking garage at the theatre, a block from my house. I was looking down at all of the traffic and the people walking in and out of the restaurants. The concrete roof was raised up at the edge, like a wall, and came up to my stomach.
“Put your hands on the top of that wall, look down, and do not turn around, do you hear me?” he asked harshly.
“Yes. I mean yes sir.” I quickly put my hands where he said.
I turned and looked as he walked around the car, his jeans at his thighs, his still stiff cock sticking out in front of him.
He walked up behind me and lifted my dress. His right hand grabbed my hip and pulled me back toward him. I bent my knees. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my lips, and then felt it slide in.
Holy fuck, this isn’t going to take long for me….Oh. My. God.
I looked down at the people, and he started to slide out slowly. He pressed it back in and held his hips against my butt. I felt his chest against my back, and his hand grabbed my hair. I felt his breath on my right ear.
“See that car down there? You have about two minutes until they’re up here. That’s if there’s no one else already coming up ahead of them. Now, Kelli, I want you to cum on my cock. Do you hear me?” he said harshly.
I nodded my head.
“Do you hear me?”
“Yes. Yes sir,” I responded. Oh God. Get to fucking me, already.
He slid out and began to fuck me hard - harder than he ever has before. He was jackhammering me. Slap, slap, slap, slap…I heard his hips against my butt. This isn’t going to take long, not long at all.
“What do you do when I tell you to do something?” he asked as he fucked me harder and harder.
I closed my eyes and began to cum.
“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.
Entirely.
I was his.
He owned me…
“Get up, Baby Girl, we need to go,” he said as he zipped his pants.
I stood up, and as I did, my knees burned. I looked down, and they were bloody.
“Baby Girl, your knees. Damn,” he said, pointing at my knees.
“They’re fine, let’s go,” I said acting like it was no big deal. They burned when I stood. I could feel the blood trickling down my shin.
“Let’s go back to your house and clean those up,” he said.
“Okay.”
In the elevator, going up to my loft, I looked down at my knees. They looked awful. I laughed, thinking of what people would think. The part of them that was scraped and bleeding was about the size of a baseball, or my entire knee cap. There were lines scratched into the skin from the concrete. I laughed as I looked at them.
“It’s not funny, they look like shit,” Erik said, shaking his head.
“It felt good to feel you cum in my mouth. It was worth it,” I said, and I meant it when I said it.
“You sure are a good girl,” he said as he leaned over and kissed me.
The elevator beeped and we
got off, turned, and walked to my loft.
BABY GIRL II
(Erik Ead Trilogy, Book II)
Buy Baby Girl II Here
KELLI. I had not expected Erik to come by so late. Typically we had been seeing each other four of the seven days in the week. He had never been over this late, and certainly not without letting me know well in advance that he was coming over. I felt like something was wrong. I didn’t like thinking about him being upset.
Thinking about Erik being upset made me want to try to fix it. No matter what it was that was wrong, I felt like it was my fault, and I wanted to do something to make it better. Erik being upset made me upset and it made my head spin. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I felt like a jumbled up mess in my head.
When the bathroom door opened, and he walked out into the living room, I stood up from the bed. I didn’t know whether to walk in there, or wait and see if he was going to come in my room. As I rubbed my sweaty palms on the legs of my pajamas, he walked in.
He looked around the room like he had never been in it before, like it was all new to him. He turned, walked to the door, and looked in the living room. He stepped back into the bedroom, turned, and looked at the closet doors.
The closet in my room was large, about fifteen feet long. It was like a display closet - a large shelf on top, and a rod that all of the clothes hung on that spanned the length. The closet was deep and oversized. I had all of my dress clothes on the left side, winter clothes in the middle, and summer clothes on the right. My shoes were fairly organized on the floor.
“Holy shit, you have a lot of fucking shoes,” he said as he looked down at the closet floor.
“I’m going to straighten it up. I was going to do it this weekend,” I lied.
“How many fucking pair you suppose there is in there?” he asked as he turned to look at me.
“Seventy-seven,” I said, feeling weird that I knew the exact amount - and that I just told him.
“Exactly?” he asked.
“Yes sir,” I responded.