And.
I.
Came.
“Erik, I’m serious, I’m going to collapse. I’m shaking, I can’t…” I bent my knees and waved my hands in front of his face.
“Can you touch your toes, you limber little bitch?” he asked as he pulled his face from my hip.
“Uhhmm, what?” his lips moved, but I had already forgotten what he said.
He stood up. He grasped his cock and started stroking it.
“Can you touch your toes?”
I focused on his hand.
“Kelli!” he screamed.
I looked up, “Yes?” I said with uncertainty in my voice.
“Can you touch your fucking toes?” he asked as I looked down at his hand. He stroked his cock forcefully.
“Oh. Yeah, why?” I responded, confused.
“You like watching me stroke my cock, baby girl?” he continued to stand on the kitchen floor, naked, stroking his cock.
His body was magnificent. His back, covered in a snake, and his chest covered in another. The color in is tattoo on his forearm moved as his muscles flexed, and they flexed as he stroked his cock.
“Yes. Yes, I do,” I responded, still watching him stroke his cock.
“Good, touch your toes, Kelli. Maybe I’ll let you watch me stroke it later, after I am done fucking you senseless,” he laughed as he climbed up on the counter.
“Oh fuck yeah. I like this, who is this?” he pointed to the iPod.
“Uhhmm. J.J. Grey and MOFRO….uhhmm, it’s uhhmm, Turpentine, why?” I asked as I listened.
“Because it’s good fucking music. Grab your toes. Or ankles, yeah, make it your ankles. Do it now,” he said as he worked his hips to the music, still stoking his cock.
I stretched my back, bent over a few times and touched my toes, and then bent down and grabbed my ankles. I looked between my legs and watched an upside down Erik Ead dance on my kitchen countertop with his cock in his hand.
As Derek Trucks Band, Sweet Inspiration played, Erik grabbed my waist in his hands. I watched between my legs as he guided himself inside me. I watched between my legs as his cock disappeared inside of my wet pussy. He moved his feet apart and I watched it slowly slide out, exposing the rim. I felt every inch of his thick cock as he pushed it inside again. It felt as if it was in my throat.
My hair draped on the countertop, I watched. And focused on the music. In. Out. In. Out. Oh God. In. Out. Holy…
Focus Kelli. He’s so…
I closed my eyes. And he fucked me. Slowly, with rhythm. And I began to shake.
I opened my eyes and looked up and saw his cock as it disappeared into me.
Oh holy fucking Christ. Jesus.
“Take it easy, I’m going to…” I started to speak and was overcome with a flood of emotion. My body shook as I watched him fuck me. I felt myself drip down my thighs.
“Never mind. Fuck me. Just fuck me.” I whimpered as I came all over his cock.
I closed my eyes again.
“You want fucked?”
I gritted my teeth, “Yes.”
He let go of my hip with his right hand and I felt his body twist. I tensed up, knowing what was next.
Whack!
I felt the sting an instant before I heard the sound. I opened and closed my eyes instantaneously, feeling a rush from the slap on my butt cheek. I tensed to ease the pain, and I felt him shift again.
Whack!
The sting was intense. More of a burn. Burning and itching. His hand touched my hip again. Thank God.
He began to forcefully fuck me like I have never before been fucked.
His cock began sliding in and out like a jackhammer, the pop pop pop sound of his hips slapping against my ass was turning me on. I opened my eyes again and looked up.
Mistake.
About three strokes and I was done.
“Erik, I can’t. I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum all over your…” I gritted my teeth as an orgasm filled me.
His hips slapped against me. I could feel his balls smacking my clit. I opened my eyes and looked over the tops of my thighs. His tattooed chest flared as he pulled against my waist and filled my wetness with cock.
“Fucking fuck…Oh God.” I whispered before I realized I said it audibly.
I straightened my back and looked up at the wall about ten feet away. It didn’t help.
Oh my fucking. God. Never. Whatever you do, Erik Ead. Never. Stop. Fucking. Me.
His force was scooting my feet across the countertop. I stepped wider, and tried to hold my placement. He repositioned. I felt his hand leave my waist. He pressed harder, forcing himself into me. I started to tingle, and I felt myself begin to contract. I changed my breathing and started taking deep breaths to control my orgasms.
Whack!
“Where you going, Kelli?” he laughed.
“I…” he continued to fuck me harder and harder. I felt myself contract.
Oh lord. I’m…going…to…Oh. My…God.
Cum. So. Hard.
“I’m trying to…” I couldn’t finish speaking.
I opened my eyes. He had fucked me across the kitchen counter, my head about a foot from the wall.
“Stand up,” he growled.
“You want me to…”
“You still comprehend English, baby girl?’ he chuckled as he slowed his pace.
The slower soft pace felt good. Smooth. I began to catch my breath.
“Yes, I’m just. Oh my God, Erik, you’re just…” I slowly started to stand, still attempting to catch my breath.
He gently pulled himself from inside of me as I stood. I exhaled and placed my hands on my knees. As I caught my breath, I stood. My legs quivered.
“Turn around,” he said sharply.
As I stood and began to turn, he positioned his hands on my shoulders and pressed me to the wall. With my back against the cold surface of the wall, he placed his hand on my neck and began to lightly squeeze and massage it. I pressed my head to the wall and closed my eyes.
“Kiss me, Kelli. Kiss me,” he leaned back and demanded.
I opened my eyes and leaned forward against the pressure of his palm against my neck. My mouth met his. He moved his hand to the rear of my neck and pulled me against him tight.
Our lips pressed against one another, he kissed me forcefully - his tongue finding mine. His mouth moved across my lips, nibbling and licking. Our mouths parted.
“I like kissing you, baby girl,” he moved my hair and alternated his glance from my hair to my eyes as he spoke.
“I…I like it when you kiss me,” still somewhat drunk from the fucking and kissing, I responded.
He pressed me to the wall, reached around to the rear of my thighs and picked me up.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“That’s a good girl.”
“Put your arms around my neck baby girl.”
I reached around his neck and clasped my hands together.
“You keep making me proud of you, baby girl. Don’t stop.”
My temperature elevated about ten degrees. I opened my eyes and looked into his. He smiled as he pressed me into the cold wall.
And he began to fuck me.
Senseless.
As he lowered me to my feet, I collapsed on the countertop. My legs quivering, I tried unsuccessfully to squat. I sat down and looked up at Erik. He stood above me smiling, stroking his cock slowly.
“Fuck-fest baby girl. Stand up,” he said.
“I…I…I’m scared. My legs. My legs are shaking. What exactly is this…”
“Here’s the rules. I fuck you ragged,” he inhaled.
“You succeeded,” I admitted, looking down at the countertop.
“I wasn’t done talking. I fuck you ragged. And, when you want to give up, or stop, you tap out,” he shook his cock at me three times as he spoke.
“Tap out?” I asked.
“Yes. Tap out. You tap your ha
nd three times on something or scream uncle. Like in an MMA fight. Tap out,” he shook his cock three more times.
“You’re serious?”
He nodded, “You done?” he asked.
I relaxed the tension in my legs and took a breath. I shifted my weight, and sat flat on the counter. I exhaled and tapped my hand once on the countertop. I tapped a second time. I raised my hand and looked up into his eyes.
I curled my finger toward my palm. I curled it again.
He raised his eyebrows.
“Still speak English?” I asked.
“You mouthy little…”
“Fucker?” I said, remembering him saying those exact words at the Italian restaurant.
He shook his head side-to-side slowly and slowly stroked his cock.
“What?” I asked.
“You. You amaze me,” he whispered.
I thought of the dunk tank.
“You want me to amaze you? Stick that big cock of yours in my mouth. Fuck my mouth, Erik. If you ever, ever, ever think when I have an opportunity to fuck you that I’m going to give up, or say no, or say I want to tap out, you’re sadly mistaken. I’ll fuck you until you tap out. Or until that big fat cock of yours is limp. But I tell you what I won’t do. I won’t fucking quit. Ever,” I tried to stand and my shaking legs wouldn’t let me.
“Impressive,” he let go of his cock and began clapping his hands, “but your legs tell a different story. Let me get that third tap, little girl.”
“I let you fuck my lifeless body before that happens. You, Mr. Ead, have met your fucking match. Realize it,” I said as a scooted across the counter top.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he said as he stopped clapping.
I grabbed the edge of the countertop and pulled myself to it. I used my feet and did an unconventional crab walk to get my feet to the opposite edge of the counter top. Laying on my back, sideways on the countertop, I scooted my shoulders ever with the edge. My head suspended in the air, I turned to face him.
“Get down on the floor, and fuck my mouth,”
I let my head fall as I started squeezing my boobs.
He shook his head and hopped to the floor. As he started to walk toward me, I opened my mouth and pointed at it.
“In here, stuff it in here,” as he placed his hands on my neck and lifted my head to meet the head of his cock, I looked at him and winked.
As his cock slowly slid into my mouth I squeezed my boobs in my palms and pinched my nipples. I closed my eyes. For most girls, sucking a man’s cock is a burden. For me, it’s a time of relaxation. A time of recuperation. I go into a trance of sorts and let it happen. Normally, I have no concept of time.
With his hands on my neck, he began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth. I pressed the head of it to the roof of my mouth and sucked as it slid back and forth. I stuck my tongue out of my mouth as he went deeper so he could see it. With my head upside down and my neck in his hands, I opened my eyes.
He was about half way in my mouth as he pulled his hips back and slid out. I watched as he repeated the procedure and slid half way in again. I let go of my boobs, reached back and grabbed his ass in my hands.
I pulled him closer. As I finally felt him slide into my throat, he began to moan. I held him in my throat and groaned as my throat convulsed. I released my grasp of his ass, and grabbed my boobs and squeezed.
I pinched my nipples, closed my eyes and moaned as he slid in and out of my mouth. I let go of my boobs and slid my right hand to my pussy. Soaked. I began to lightly massage my overly sensitive clit. A few seconds into the massage I began to tingle.
And I moaned.
I continued to rub, increasing the pressure and speed. And I moaned. I slid my left hand between my legs and slowly slipped a finger inside.
And I came.
And came.
And moaned.
As Erik fucked my mouth.
I felt his cock swell in my throat as he began to increase the depth and the force of his thrusts.
I groaned and pressed my tongue against his shaft.
He groaned.
And his cock swelled.
Cum, you son-of-a-bitch. Cum in my throat. I’m going to own you, Erik Ead.
As I moaned and reached for his ass, he released my throat and pulled his cock from my mouth.
“Holy fuck, position change time,” he said with a quivering voice.
I wiped the saliva from my face and mouth.
“Cum in my mouth. I want to eat your cum,” I begged.
“I’m in charge,” he laughed, “Don’t forget that. Come here,” he clenched his fist and curled his finger.
I rolled over on the countertop and rose to my knees. To my surprise, I was able to stand erect – on my knees. I placed my hands on the countertop and rose to my feet, and stood. He held his arms out and grabbed ahold of my waist and helped me down.
My hand in his, he led me to the front of the living room area. A large window faced the open courtyard of the city below. The window was approximately fifteen feet wide and ten feet tall. The bottom of the window was about belly button height. A large marble top desk was against the window, allowing me to work or study at the window and look out over the city.
He led me to the window, and stopped at the edge of the desk. He reached into my armpits and began to hoist me up.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded.
As he lifted me up, I raised my legs and stepped to the top of the desk and stood. He placed his hands at the side of the desk and jumped onto it.
“Put your hands on the glass,” he said, pointing to the window.
I looked out the window, and down at the street below. Cars passed every few seconds below us. It was Sunday night, but the street below was a main artery in Wichita’s traffic. A couple walked down the sidewalk below, hand in hand. I turned to the left and watched someone walk out of my building into the parking lot that adjoined the building. I raised my hands and placed them on the cold glass.
“Move your feet farther from window and spread your legs, baby girl.” He said as he lightly slapped my butt.
I looked behind me and stepped back and to the side. I took a deep breath. He kneeled down beside me and moved his head between my thighs.
“Arch your back and widen your stance, damn,” he said as he tried to force his head between my legs.
I widened my stance, arched my back, and looked down at the desk.
And his tongue started licking my already dripping pussy. He pressed his mouth against me hard and began sucking my clit. His nose tickled my pussy lips as he sucked. I bent my knees and pressed hard against his face. He slurped and sucked loudly, groaning as he squeezed my thighs in his hand. I felt myself start to tingle. Oh. God. Focus Kelli.
Alabama Shakes, Hold On played in the background.
As he slurped and sucked I started to shake. Focus Kelli…listen to the music.
My legs quivered.
Fuck the music. This is about me.
I bent my knees and pressed my ass hard against his face and relaxed. I looked out at the street. As people got into their car in the parking lot, I screamed.
“I’m going to cum all over your face,” I screamed.
And I came.
And screamed.
And he slurped and sucked my clit.
“Oh my fucking God, Erik…I’m going to cum…again. Suck my clit. Suck my clit. Suck my fucking…Oh my God…I’m…fuck yes…oh fuck,” I screamed.
And I came. Again. And again. And again.
My legs quivered. I lifted my foot from the desk and shook it.
He pulled his face from between my legs and stood. He positioned himself behind me, pressing against my ass. I moved my feet closer to the window and raised my hands. He grabbed my hair in his hand, pulled lightly, and whispered in my ear.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, “you always make me proud of you, baby.”
His breath in my ear combined with what he
said made me quiver. He reached in front of me and fingered my pussy from the front. I wiggled and squirmed as his fingers spread my pussy open. As I felt him start to slip inside of me, I relaxed and pushed against him. I widened my hands on the glass and turned my head to the side as he pulled my hair back.
“Fuck me. Fuck me like you own me, Erik. Fuck me like you own me, because you do.” I faced the window, gritted my teeth and waited.
And slowly, he began to slide in and out. He dropped my hair and both hands slid to my neck.
I relaxed and looked back as he repositioned, his feet close to the back edge of the desk.
As he squeezed my neck in his hands, he began to find his rhythm. He slowly and steadily slid in and out of my wet pussy as he squeezed my neck.
And, as Radio Moscow, 250 Miles started to play, his cock swelled.
I turned my head as he squeezed my neck.
“Cum inside of me while this song’s playing. Please. Cum in me,” I whispered.
I turned and closed my eyes.
And as I began to contract, he swelled inside of me.
“I’m going to cum in you, baby girl,” he said in a raspy mutter.
I relaxed my legs and came. Harder than I ever have. As I bit my lower lip, and tried to listen to the music, he began to groan.
And he exploded inside of me.
As I smiled and exhaled, he groaned, took a few more strokes, and stopped.
His hands slid to my breasts, and he cupped them in his hands. His chest rested against my back.
“Don’t you dare move,” he whispered in my ear.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m….well, I’m sensitive. My cock, it’s like hyper-sensitive,” he whispered.
I stood for a a long second, my hands against the glass. I looked back at his feet, which were still by the edge of the desk. One step back, and he’d certainly fall. Quickly, I thrust my hips toward the glass. His cock flopped from inside of me. I spun around, facing him.
“Hey, what the fuck…” he screamed.
I dropped to my knees and grabbed his ass in my hands and opened my mouth. I moved my head to meet his cock, and shoved my head forward, taking all of it into my throat. I coughed and my throat convulsed. I moved my mouth up and down the shaft as fast as I could.