“Stop, God damn it. Stop, it’s sensitive,” he half screamed, half laughed.
I pulled my mouth off of his cock and grabbed it in my hand, stroking it as fast as I could.
“Fuck fest, remember? Till someone taps out,” I said as I looked up and smiled.
I guided his cock back into my mouth and slid it down my throat. I felt his cum oozing from inside of my pussy and down my leg. I held it in my throat, and pressed hard, making my throat convulse on his half hard cock.
I forced my lips against his balls and stuck out my tongue.
And I growled.
His hand hit the window.
Smack!
And again.
Smack!
I forced him deeper in my throat, growled, looked up, and waited.
“You little fucker…” he screamed as his hand came back for the third...
Smack!
KELLI. “Oh God, please, I’m begging you. Don’t change what you’re doing. Please.”
We’d been going at it on my bed for at least an hour. I was exhausted, and about to explode in a terrific orgasm. I have never experimented with beads, and Erik had put anal beads inside me earlier, and they were still in. As anxious as I was to have them pulled out, I wanted this orgasm bad.
His cock slid in slowly, and as he slid out, the wooden paddle hit my ass again - hard.
Whack!
“Ohmyfuckinggod. Jesus.”
“What did I tell you, if you complain?” he asked.
Oh shit. Me and my fucking mouth.
Whack!
My ass, for the last forty-five minutes, felt like it was on fire. I had been hit hard with the paddle no less than twenty times. Maybe thirty. As first it was exciting, but now it just hurt. The after pain or the sting after was a turn on, but at the instant it hits my butt, I hate it.
His cock slowly and methodically slid in and out.
“Who?” he screamed.
“You, sir.”
“Say it like you mean it,” he screamed.
“You sir, you own me!” I screamed back.
As soon as I started to relax, he gripped my hair with his left hand. He pulled a little harder, and I arched my neck to relieve the pain.
As his cock slowly pressed into me, I closed my eyes and tried to find my place.
“Who is in charge of your mouthy little ass?” he screamed, his hips pressed hard against my ass.
“You sir!” I screamed back, “Erik Ead.”
“That’s right, you little slut. My slut. Do you understand me?” he screamed as he pressed his balls against my clit and ground himself against my soaking swollen pussy.
“Yes, oh God, yes sir!” I screamed back.
“My slut,” he screamed.
“Yes. Yes, sir, your slut. Your dirty little slut,” I screamed.
He leaned forward, and pressed his massive chest into my back. His breath in my right ear startled me.
“You mouthy little slut. I want you to tell me. What the fuck can you do to escape me?” he breathed into my ear.
“Nothing. You own me. I’m yours. I can’t escape you.” I whined.
“That’s right. Who’s tight little pussy am I fucking right now?” he asked.
“Yours, it’s your pussy,” I responded.
I felt him shift.
Whack!
“Sir,” say it, he screamed.
Oh my fucking God, I can’t win.
“Sir. It’s your pussy sir!” I screamed.
I felt his hands on my hips. His fingers dug into my cavity beneath my hip bone. Instantly, he flipped me to my back. I looked up, startled. He was between my legs on his knees. He grabbed his cock in his hand and inched closer to me.
God he makes me want to just die fucking him.
Now, on my back, I inched my way onto my elbows, and admired his chest and abs. I could cum just watching him take his shirt off. Just kill me. Now. Just kill me.
On his knees he pressed the head of his cock past my lips and stopped. He leaned back and growled, while looking at the ceiling. Like a big pissed-off lion, he growled. As soon as his lungs were exhausted of their available air, he looked down into my eyes.
“Lesson time,” he screamed as he slapped himself on each side of his ass with his hands.
“Sir?”
“Lesson time. It’s fucking lesson time,” he laughed as he slid his hands inside of my calves.
He curved his arms, and picked up my legs, and inched his way, slowly, deeper inside of me. As his upper arms reached my inner leg, behind my knees, he raised my legs to his shoulders. With my ass in the air, he began to fuck me.
Like I was his property.
Like he owned me.
He rolled his shoulders forward, pressing my knees into my shoulders.
“Oh my fuck, Erik. I’m going to…”
“Cum.”
“Oh God, yes. Yes. Oh God…”
“I…just…Oh…”
“God. Yes…Yes…Yes…”
I closed my eyes and rolled them back into my head, until it began to spin. I felt like I was on a roller coaster. A cock coaster. I was riding the cock coaster. Oh my God. I just. Jesus. Peaks and valleys.
Peak. Holy fuuuuccck.
“I’m…I’m…Cum…”
“Cumming…cum. God yes, fuck me,” I begged.
“You own me, you big muscular tattooed prick. Shove me full. Fuck me like you own me. Please. Use me Erik, I’m your little slut. Fill me with cum.” I screamed as I opened my eyes and looked through my knees at him.
His jaw was clenched, and his stomach muscles flexed as he forced himself in and out of my wet pussy like it was his job to fuck me ragged.
He began fucking me like he was getting paid to do it.
That was all I needed, a glimpse of Erik Ead.
And. I. Came. Hard.
“Oh my fucking God….oh…my…God.”
I exhaled slowly and relaxed. I felt funny. I felt like I had to pee. Oh no. Something’s happening….
This orgasm is weird. Weird but…Oh…my…FUCKING…..GOD..
And. I. Began….slowly…to….squirt.
The orgasm felt as if it started in my skull and was drawn through my spine.
“Holy…Jesus, Erik…I…..I …”
And he twisted. I opened my eyes.
What the…
Heaven. I just felt heaven.
Again.
Breathe, Kelli. In. In. Out. Hee hee who…
Another.
He was pulling the beads slowly out of my ass. Each time one passed, I felt as if I was going to die from the orgasm. He continued to forcefully fuck me and pop one out every few seconds. I closed my eyes and tried tensing up.
Pop.
Pop.
Oh. My. Goddamn. Fuck. Yes. Please God. Yes. Oh….my…
He pounded my pussy.
And pounded my pussy.
Pop.
And I relaxed and rolled my eyes.
Pop. Pop.
I can’t take this anymore, it’s happening again. I’m going to explode.
He pulled his cock out, out and pulled the strand slowly, but at a predictable pace.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
And. I. Exploded.
As I opened my eyes, I watched in amazement as I concurrently squirted cum all over the bed and Erik jacked his massive cock into a huge spurting orgasm all over my stomach and tits.
Oh my fucking God, I just squirted. I. Just. Squirted!
I screamed a bunch of nothingness and jibberish.
And I squirted a little more.
And then I screamed a little sense.
“Holy fucking Jesus God fucking fuck. Don’t. Don’t even think about touching me,” I screamed.
“Stay away from me and let me have this, please,” I growled.
On his knees, he smiled, still holding his cock. A drop of cum hung from the tip.
“Who?” he asked.
Out of breath, my mind on another planet, I a
ttempted to respond.
“Seriously?” I stuttered. I absolutely butchered the word.
“Who?” he demanded.
“You sir. Need you…even…ask?” I leaned up onto my elbows.
I had no idea where I was, but I wasn’t in my bedroom. I wasn’t anywhere familiar. I was elsewhere. Doubting that I would ever recover fully from whatever just happened, I opened my sewer of a mouth.
“If you ever, ever, ever stop fucking me. Ever. I will hunt you down. I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. You think Slick got it bad? Stop fucking me. Just stop. And see what happens.” I said in as angry of a voice as I could.
His mouth agape, and his cock still in his hand, he looked as if he didn’t know whether to laugh out loud or start choking me.
God I love being in trouble with this man.
BABY GIRL III
(Erik Ead Trilogy, Book III)
Buy Baby Girl III Here
KELLI. “To make a long story short, we didn’t come here to get sober. After this one, we’re going to take a little break,” Timmy Jonas said into the microphone.
“This one is for Doc’s baby girl,” his voice crackled through the speakers as he began to play Stony Larue’s Long Black Veil.
“Shit Doc, you gotta dance to this one,” Teddy said as he grabbed Heather’s hand.
Erik placed his right hand over my shoulder, and we began to dance. As we did, Teddy and Heather joined in beside us. Dancing with Erik seemed surreal. I never would have guessed my life would come to a point that something like this would be happening to me.
I was in love.
In love with a man that loved me back. Just like it was in the book.
Trying to make sense of everything was overwhelming and I wondered when something was going to go wrong. Some part of my life had to fall apart sooner or later; this was too good to be true. Erik and I went from meeting each other to this in six months. I was living in a dream, and I never wanted it to end.
Erik moved my hair away from my ear and his mouth moved close enough I could feel his breath.
“Who baby girl?” he whispered into my ear.
As we danced, I poked him in the chest with my index finger.
“I like to hear you say it. Who baby girl?” he asked again.
I love it when he asks me this.
“You do,” I responded.
“That’s right baby girl, I do,” he whispered into my ear.
As the song ended, Erik placed his hands on each side of my face and kissed me on the lips.
“I love you, Kelli,” he said.
“I love you back,” I said.
“We’ll be back after a short break, thank you,” the singer said.
I don’t know how many people had shown up at our party, but the house was full, the shop was full, and the yard was full. There were motorcycles everywhere, and cars and trucks that lined each side of the street. Erik said a few hundred would show up. It seemed like many more than that. All of these people coming to see us made me happy and nervous. Erik seemed like he didn’t really care.
“Hi Jake,” I said as Jake walked up to beside where we were standing.
“Sis,” Jake nodded his head and smiled.
Jake was so cute. I wish he had a girlfriend. He was shorter than everyone else Erik rode with. He said he was five foot ten, but Erik said he was a stretch at five foot nine. He was stocky and had short kind of curly hair.
“Doc, there’s a Lisa Williams and a Michelle Robinson here to see you. Said they know you from school,” Jake said.
“Oh shit. Really? Hell, I was sure they wouldn’t make it. Come on, Kelli. You need to meet these girls,” Erik said as he grabbed my hand.
We walked out of the shop and along the sidewalk toward the house. There were picnic tables set up in the yard, and people were sitting at them talking and drinking. Our porch was lined with people. This was crazy. Crazy in a good way. As we followed Jake toward the house, two women recognized Erik and smiled. One was wearing an OSU shirt, the other was blonde and wearing a dress.
“Wow, nice place, Erik,” the girl wearing an OSU shirt said.
“Lisa, I’m surprised they let you cross the border in that shirt. Oklahoma? Really?” Erik asked as he opened his arms.
She smiled and hugged him.
“There are times I miss you, Erik,” she said.
Erik smiled, “I feel the same way Lisa.”
“Lisa, this is my other half, Kelli Parks,” Erik said as he placed his hand on my right shoulder.
I reached out and shook her hand.
“Pleased to meet you,” I said.
“And Kelli, this is Michelle Robinson. Son of a bitch, Michelle, do you ever age? Damn you look great,” he said as he hugged the blonde woman.
When they finished hugging, I shook the blonde woman’s hand.
“I went to school with these two, Kelli. They used to crawl into my bedroom window and get advice,” Erik said as he motioned toward them.
Michelle was staring at Jake.
Staring.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Ladies, this is Jake,” Erik said as he pointed toward Jake.
Lisa shirt shook Jake’s hand. As Jake turned to shake the hand of the blonde girl, she stared into his eyes.
“We’ve never formally met, I’m Michelle,” she said.
She looked down at Jake’s feet, slowly up toward his face, and smiled.
“Seeing a beautiful woman is like hearing a beautiful song. Once one is captured, escape is impossible until it ends,” Jake said as he shook Michelle’s hand.
She squeaked.
“Ma’am,” Jake said to the lady in the OSU shirt as he nodded his head her direction.
Erik looked at Lisa and then at me, and smiled. He turned to Jake and Michelle, who began walking toward the garage. Jake was facing the blonde girl and talking as they walked.
The music began to play again.
“So Lisa, I’m going to guess Michelle is single?” Erik laughed.
“For now,” she laughed.
“Join us for some music? We have a band in the garage,” he said.
“I will in a minute, I saw Teddy up by the porch, I’m going to go talk to him, I’ll catch up in a few,” she said.
“Fair enough,” Erik said.
“Wow, I guess Jake liked the way Michelle looked,” Erik laughed as he turned toward me and smiled.
“Jake’s cute,” I said.
“I suppose,” Erik laughed.
He put his left arm over my shoulder and we turned to walk into the garage.
As we stepped into the garage, the band was finishing a song. The singer looked up, tilted his hat back and smiled. Normally, you couldn’t see his eyes. He wore a cap on his head all the time, and had it pulled down over his eyes. Normally, he didn’t speak very much. He grabbed the microphone and spoke.
“R. L. Burnside tune right here. Someday Baby. Doc. Kelli. Thanks for having us,” he said into the microphone.
As the music began to play, I felt a tingle. I turned and looked at Erik. Erik smiled.
“You fucked me senseless to this song,” I said, remembering the day he made me cum while this song played.
I felt myself getting wet.
“Did you ask them to play it?” I asked.
Erik smiled.
The song is a fast-paced blues song that’s kind of sexy. Erik grabbed my shoulders in his hands and began to grind on my hips with his crotch.
Erik Ead was dirty dancing.
I felt myself beginning to melt.
People started whistling and screaming, pointing in our direction.
“Get it, Doc,” I heard someone scream.
Erik continued to grind his hips against my thighs and hips - bending his knees and lowering himself closer to the floor, and then slowly coming back up. I was hypnotized by watching him wiggle. I placed my hands on his waist and began to grind with him.
I felt after the incident with A-Train that Erik had begun to full
y trust me. When he took me to the cemetery, I knew that he did. The Erik Ead that I had been seeing for the last few weeks was the Erik Ead that I hoped would last forever. I bent my knees, lowered myself to the floor, and bit the crotch of his jeans.
“Get him, Sis,” Bunny screamed.
As the song ended, we stood up straight and hugged. Several people clapped. I was uncomfortably wet. Erik moved my hair behind my ear and moved his mouth close to my face.
“You sexy little bitch. You make me want to fuck you. Always,” he whispered.
“You started it,” I smiled.
He leaned back, smiled, and spoke, “You’re gorgeous.”
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he responded.
“Just like A-Train says, if you’re scared go to church,” I said, smiling.
“You’re a…” he began to say.
“Mouthy little fucker,” I finished.
He reached down, grabbed my hand, and began walking toward the door.
“Come on, you mouthy little shit,” he said as he walked out the door, and turned to the right.
“Where are we going?” I asked, giggling.
“It’s not where we’re going, baby girl. It’s what I’m going to do to you,” he said as he walked briskly to the rear of the garage.
“What are you going to do to me?” I giggled.
“Teach you a fucking lesson,” he said.
I love being in trouble with this man.
We turned and stepped behind the garage. The rear of the garage was exposed to the land behind the house. It was still somewhat visible from the side of the house, but not easily seen. Erik turned, my hand in his, and faced me. He let go of my hand and placed his hand on my neck. He pressed me against the wall. By my neck and held me there.
“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.
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