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As the jeans bunched up at his ankles, I looked up. His cock twitched.

“Lift your feet, please,” I said softly.

“One at a time?” he asked, his hands on his hips.

“Yes, one at a time,” I giggled.

As he lifted his feet, I slid his jeans down and pulled them toward me.

“What about
that
,” I asked, pointing to the holster above his ankle.

“It’s just Velcro. Pull the straps and slip it off. Be careful it’s loaded,” he lifted his right foot and stood.

I pulled on the straps and loosened the holster. As it fell to his foot, I pulled it off and set it aside. I grabbed his jeans and stood up in front of him. As my eyes met his nose, I tossed his jeans toward the pile.

My entire loft was open, and had two bedrooms. Bedrooms aside, the entire house was one large room. From the kitchen the entire house could be viewed. The large windows along each wall were always open to the outside to allow light in. The high ceilings allowed these windows to be extremely tall – almost ten feet. Being on the upper floor, however, prevented someone outside from easily seeing inside.

He reached out and grasped my hand in his and started walking toward the kitchen. As we stepped into the kitchen, he looked at both countertops with interest. One was along the wall, and had a toaster, coffee maker, stove, and refrigerator incorporated into it.

The other was an island that was bare, less a few decorations.

As we stepped further into the kitchen, he placed his hands under my armpits, picked me up, and lifted me onto the island.

“Stand there, baby girl,” he instructed me, “I want you to stand up.”

I looked down and smiled.

He reached over and turned the iPod Dock volume to a higher-level.

He wrapped his arms around my legs and placed his fingers inside my thighs, right above my knees.

“Spread your legs a little bit,” he looked up into my eyes.

I stepped to the side with my right foot. The countertop felt cold on my feet.

“That should do,” he looked at my feet, then looked up and smiled.

He kissed my inner thigh, and worked his way up to my pussy. As his tongue licked, he forced his head further between my legs. He tilted his head back and looked up at me. As his tongue darted across my clit, I bent my knees. Using his tongue and lower lip, he began to massage my clit in his mouth. And he stopped.

He pulled his face away from my thighs and looked up.

“You know what I want, baby girl. I want you to fuck my mouth. Now get busy.”

He buried his face between my thighs and began circling my clit with his tongue.

I straightened and bent my knees again.
Oh shit. I can’t. I can’t take this.

His tongue darted back and forth across my clit, pressing it into his upper lip. He licked the length of my pussy lips and pressed his tongue deep inside of me. I felt myself dripping down my legs. I looked down at him to watch.

His tongue deep inside of me, he looked up at me and winked.

Oh fuck.
Holy fuck.

I straightened my knees and tensed my muscles. It wasn’t enough. My body started to tingle. I curled my toes and rose on the balls of me feet.

“Erik, I want to cum,” I breathed.

He pulled his mouth from my clit and slid his finger inside of me. Pushing it deep and smiling, he answered.

“Cum, baby girl. Cum,” he curled his finger and pressed against my lower stomach with his fist.

I released the tension in my legs and closed my eyes.

My eyes rolled. And I came.
Hard.
As I did, he buried his face between my legs and growled, slurping wildly with his tongue and lips.

As his tongue pushed deeper, he moaned and slid his hands to my butt. Squeezing my butt in my hands, he growled as his tongue frantically fucked me.

“Erik…?”

He pulled his mouth from me and looked up, his chin glistening.

“Don’t ask, Kelli. Don’t ask again, just cum. Do you hear me? Fuck my mouth, baby girl. Fuck my mouth and cum,” he said as his right hand slipped from my butt cheek to in between my legs.

I felt two fingers slide inside my wet pussy. My knees bent again.
And straightened. And bent. His fingers slid in and out forcefully. He leaned forward and began to suck on my clit as he fingered me. I closed my eyes and began to feel faint.
Oh my God. Oh…

“Erik…Erik, I…I’m going…” I didn’t finish my sentence.

My knees bent and I pressed my pussy against his face. My legs shook as I felt an orgasm from within my soul. I reached down and grabbed his head. Holding his head in my hand, I pushed harder against his face. My clit tingled and my inner self set on fire. My entire body shook as I began to have the most massive outer orgasm in my life.

I can’t take this. I’m going to explode.
It’s. Just. Too. Much.

I pulled my pussy from his face and pushed his head forward.

His left hand pulled on my butt, moving me in front of his face again.

“I can’t…I’m going to collapse,” I begged.

“You don’t have a choice,” he looked up and smiled.

“Erik, my legs.
They’re shaking, I can’t take it anymore. That last one just…”

“Your time to negotiate was earlier, when you were daydreaming,” he laughed, “you’re in a full blown fuck-fest now.”

“A what?” I exhaled and tried to focus on his face.

“A fuck-fest,” he said as he pushed his fingers inside me.

“A fuck-fest? What’s that?” I gasped.

“You can tell me later what you think it is,” he leaned forward between my legs and pressed my clit with his tongue and upper lip.

I closed my eyes. I can’t take this.
Focus Kelli, focus.

I can do what I’ve been doing for the last few weeks. I can control these damned things. I can focus.
Haha. I don’t have to cum. He’s not in control, I am.

He pushed his fingers deep and sucked on my clit. As his tongue began to circle, I felt myself begin to let loose. I closed my eyes and focused.
Focus on the music, Kelli.

Gramatik
, Tearin’ It Up

Oh, great, how appropriate.

He forced his fingers deeper. He moved them back and forth like scissors inside of me. I felt my wetness on my thighs. He pulled his face from me and looked up.
God, he’s gorgeous.

Can a man be gorgeous?

His face moved to my hip bone. He opened his mouth and encompassed it with his lips and sucked, circling his tongue on the high point of the bone.

Oh fuck, no, please. Not that. No, I can’t…

His fingers pushed in and out. In and out. In and out.
Focus Kelli.

MOFRO, Gal
Youngin’

I love that song.

I think…

Oh God, I can’t…

“Erik, I can’t…I can’t…I’m going…I…” I tensed up, but it was too late.

I came. As the orgasm ran through my soul, his fingers forced in and out of me deeper and rhythmically. And. I came again. His fingers continued. I could hear his finger sliding in and out of my now soaking pussy. I lifted my foot and shook it. I closed my eyes. My eyes rolled back in my head. And. Again, I came. I curled my toes. I lifted my other foot.

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.