“Put your hands at your sides, Kelli. Don’t move them. Do not move your fucking hands for any reason. Do you understand me?” he asked.
I tried to talk, but was too excited to make myself speak. When he treated me like this, it made me a degree of excited that was unimaginable.
I nodded.
“Do you fucking understand me?” he asked sternly.
“Uh huh,” was all I could mutter.
“Baby girl, I am not going to ask you again,” he said as he squeezed my neck a little harder.
He pressed me harder to the wall and pushed his cock into my face, leaning into me with his hips.
I opened my mouth.
He thrust his cock forcefully into my mouth. He pushed harder, forcing it into my throat. I felt the soft head at the back of my throat. I was not ready for this. My eyes began to water. I raised my hand to wipe my face.
“Keep your fucking hands, down, Kelli,” he barked.
It was becoming difficult to breathe.
He thrust himself in and out of my mouth, pressing a little harder with each stroke. He loosened his grip on my neck, pressing me with his palm into the wall of the garage.
“Do you understand me?” he asked, his cock well into my throat.
My eyes watering, I needed a breath.
He looked down and smirked as he fucked my mouth.
“Well, do you?”
He pulled his cock from my mouth.
I gasped.
“Yes, yes sir,” I gasped as I took a breath.
He immediately shoved his cock back into my mouth.
“Who in the absolute fuck owns you, Kelli?” he asked as he slid his entire nine inches in and out of my throat.
He pulled his hips back. His saliva covered cock fell from my mouth.
“You. You do sir,” I gasped, my face covered in my own saliva.
“Don’t forget it,” he said as he grabbed his cock in his hand.
“Open, Kelli. Open your fucking mouth,” he demanded.
I opened my mouth.
He guided his cock into my mouth and began to work his hips back and forth.
“You, Kelli,” he took a breath and looked down.
He stroked his cock in and out of my mouth twice, pressing hard as he went into my throat, forcing all of himself into my mouth.
“You’re a mouthy,” he shook his head.
He pressed my head hard against the wall of the garage, his balls against my lips. His hips pressed against my face. I could not breathe at all. My eyes watered and my throat convulsed. He held himself deep in my throat, pressing hard.
The music shook the garage wall. I felt the vibrations against the back of my head. I tried to concentrate on the music and forget the breathing.
“Kelli, you’re a mouthy little,” he paused.
Slowly, he pulled himself from my mouth.
As his cock passed my lips, I coughed and gasped.
“Fucker,” I gasped, “I’m a mouthy little fucker.”
Saliva dripped from my mouth and chin onto my dress.
“Yes, you are. Now stand up and turn around. Put your hands on the wall,” he pointed to the wall as he shook his head from side to side.
I tried to stand as my legs shook. My bruised butt and thighs hurt. I stood and turned around, facing the wall. I could feel my wetness between my legs as I rotated. I raised my hands up even with my shoulders and pressed my palms against the wall.
“How am I going to fuck you with your panties on, Kelli? I wonder about you sometimes,” he said in an irritated tone as he reached into my dress.
“Take your fucking panties off, dork. Why in the fuck are you wearing panties?” he asked.
I reached down and pushed my panties down my thighs and worked them to my calves. My pussy was soaked. I raised my feet one at a time and removed my panties. I dropped them on the ground beside me.
What was I thinking?
“I asked you a question, baby girl,” he snapped.
“I don’t know,” I responded as I raised my hands to the wall.
“Excuse me?” he interrupted as he kicked my feet apart.
“Sir, I don’t know sir,” I corrected myself.
God he turns me on so much. I love this. I just love it.
My legs were shaking and my arms quivered. He lifted my dress above my waist and held it there. I felt his cock pressing against my pussy. As he slid inside of me, I gasped.
“You like that big cock, don’t you, baby girl?” he asked as his right hand slipped past my shoulder to my neck.
I nodded my head excitedly and bit my lower lip.
“I asked you a question,” he muttered softly.
“Yes, yes sir. I love your cock,” my voice cracked when I answered.
He leaned into me. His chest was against my back, and his hips pressed against my butt.
“Your little pussy is a mess, Kelli. It’s soaking wet. Did that turn you on? That little face fucking I gave you?” he whispered into my ear.
I nodded my head repeatedly and bit my lip. I felt myself begin to contract. I was going to cum hard. He excites me so much. Being behind the garage, all of the people, and feeling the wall vibrate from the music was more than I could take.
“God damn it Kelli,” he whispered harshly into my ear.
Sometimes I think I do these things on purpose.
“Yes sir, I loved it,” I responded.
He pulled his cock out of my pussy.
No, don’t stop. No.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
I turned to face him. As I did, he reached around the outside of my thighs, curled his hands under my butt, and picked me up. He pressed me against the wall and held me there. I reached over his shoulders and around his neck. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him.
As I felt his cock pushing inside of me, I clenched my teeth and shook my head from side to side.
“Fuck, Kelli. I love watching you as I fill your little pussy with cock. You’re a sexy little fucker,” he said as he looked into my eyes.
“Mouthy fucker,” I laughed as I leaned toward him to kiss him.
He bit my lip with his upper teeth as he slowly pushed his tongue into my mouth. His hands felt good under my bare butt as he fucked me. As his hips smashed his hands against my butt, I felt myself begin to contract.
Oh God, please keep that up. Right there.
He pulled his mouth from mine and looked into my eyes as he smiled.
“You going to cum for me, little girl?” he asked.
I nodded my head.
He fucked me harder. My back slapped against the wall as he pounded my pussy with every inch of his cock. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of his cock inside of me.
As he continued to pound me against the wall, I began to cum.
“Erik…”
“Do it, baby girl.” He said.
“Erik, I…”
I came hard.
And. I came again.
He pounded inside of me. I felt his cock swell.
Do it, you big fucker.
I felt myself begin to cum hard. I opened my eyes and pressed my mouth against his.
He began to groan into my mouth.
I bit his lip.
And he came inside of me. As he did, his hands began to lower me, my back still against the wall.
And.
I.
Came.
He lowered me to the ground and kissed me, pressing me to the wall by my shoulders. His mouth pressed hard against mine, he continued to kiss me and moan. As he slowly slipped his cock from inside of me, he pulled his mouth from mine.
“I love you, Kelli,” he said.
He can never say that enough.
Never.
“Mouthy little fucker,” I said.
“Mouthy little fucker,” he repeated.
“I love you back,” I said.
KELLI. “If you fall off of that ladder, I will beat your little skinny ass, woman,” Erik
screamed.
“I know how to climb a ladder,” I said as I stepped of off of the ladder and onto the roof.
“Be careful, I don’t want to have to haul you to the hospital,” he said as he walked my direction.
“I’m sure footed. Yoga, P90X, kick boxing. I’m good to go,” I reassured him.
“Well, this roof is steep, so just be careful,” he said again.
“Why are you doing this now?” I asked.
It was exciting to have a house, and to have Erik putting up the Christmas lights, but I wanted him to be fucking me. The thought of spending Christmas with Erik in our own house was almost more than I could take. I walked toward him and slipped as I walked. I leaned forward and pushed myself back up by pressing my hands on the roof. I hoped that he didn’t see me.
“I saw that, you damn near slid of the roof,” he said as he faced the other direction.
Sometimes I felt that Erik had eyes in the back of his head. He never let me get away with anything.
“I wanna fuck,” I said as he pulled the string of lights across the roof.
“Well, baby girl, I’m putting up these lights while the weather is warm. I’m excited to spend Christmas with my family. I haven’t had a Christmas with family in a long time. You are my family, and it excites me,” he said over his shoulder as he walked to the corner of the roof.
“It excites me too,” I admitted.
I felt bad for not thinking about Erik and Christmas. Christmas was a still few months away, but it would be here before we knew it. Christmas with Erik would be the best Christmas ever. Spending Christmas with someone like him would be perfect. I could sit in the street in a cardboard box with Erik and be happy. Having him in my life was all that mattered.
“I wanna fuck really bad,” I said as he walked my direction again. He was wearing jeans, boots, and a black tee shirt.
Something about this house turned me on. Every time I took time to think about it, I remembered the day that we broke in when we left the airport. Erik fucking me in the kitchen and licking my pussy on the kitchen counter was so exciting. Now, just standing in the kitchen made me wet. Standing on the roof and watching Erik drag the strings of lights across the roof in his tee shirt made me wetter.
“Well baby girl, I want to fuck too, but it’s going to be about thirty minutes or better before I’m done here,” he said as he walked up to me.
He held the string of lights in one hand, and a staple gun in the other. He stopped in front of me and shook his head lightly from side to side.
“What?” I asked.
“You. You’re fucking beautiful, Kelli. Simply fucking beautiful,” he said.
I loved it when he told me things like that. It made me feel like I actually was beautiful. He certainly didn’t need to tell me, but he did. It meant more that way. The fact that he already had me, knew he wasn’t going to lose me, and said it anyway – it just made it that much more perfect.
It made him perfect.
“Bad,” I said.
“Excuse me?” he said as he bent over to staple the lights to the edge of the roof.
“I want to fuck you really bad,” I repeated.
“I gathered that, baby girl. You’ve told me three times,” he looked over his shoulder and laughed.
I worked my way to the upper portion of the roof. Our bedroom was on the second floor, and where the roof from the bedroom met the roof from the rest of the house, the two formed a valley. It looked like a safe place to sit. I leaned forward and walked up toward the bedroom window.
“Be careful, I don’t want you to fall off,” he said as I walked up the roof.
“I gathered that. You’ve told me three times,” I responded.
“Twice, you little…”
“Mouthy little fucker,” I giggled.
“You do want fucked, don’t you?” he asked as he walked back toward the center of the roof.
I nodded my head once sharply as he made eye contact.
“Well, as soon as I am done,” he said as he grabbed another strand of lights.
“You’re gonna get it,” he said.
“Promises, promises,” I laughed.
Watching Erik do anything made me horny as hell. I could watch him write a note for the grocery store and it made me wet. I suppose that’s the difference between loving someone and just fucking them. The connection between Erik and I was so strong that witnessing him in his day-to-day activities was satisfying in itself.
I needed nothing more than to know that he was pleased with me being in his life.
And for him to fuck me.
To prove it.
The sun felt good. There was virtually no wind, which was uncommon for Kansas and certainly uncommon for autumn. The sky was clear, and it was about 80 degrees. I laid into the valley of the roof and closed my eyes.
The smell of the flowers was perfectly sweet. It wasn’t overwhelming. It was enough that you raised your head and opened your eyes a little wider to try and catch another sniff of them before they were gone.
I looked around the room.
Pedals from the roses were everywhere. The entire floor was rose pedals. I looked down at my dress, which was gathered on the floor at my feet. I must have fallen asleep. My bare feet felt cool on the rose pedals that lined the floor.
Late.
I’m going to be late.
I stood up and shook my head. I could hear the music.
Where is my father?
Isn’t my dad supposed to be here to take me? I looked around the room. The music got louder and louder. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and opened the door. I looked both directions down the hallway. The music seemed louder to the right.
I turned and ran to the right, following the sound of the music. I lifted my dress and ran down the stairs. I took two steps with each leap, trying to make up time. As my bare feet reached each step, I was grateful that I had forgotten my shoes. No one would notice with my dress on the floor covering my feet.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I inhaled a deep breath. The music seemed to be coming from the doors on my right. I tiptoed across the tile floor to the doors. As the music played, I opened one of the doors a few inches and peeked inside.
Almost everyone was there. Erik, Teddy, Bone, Shakey, A-Train, Jake, Heather, Amy, Donna, Chris, Emily, and Debb. I looked to the right and scanned the room. My father was not anywhere to be seen. A crow flew through the church and landed on top of the organ.
The music got louder.
And louder.
“Kelli,” someone screamed.
“Kelli,” the voice came again, louder.
“Kelli,” it grew even louder.
Someone grabbed my arm and pulled. I pulled back, and turned to see who it was.
“Kelli, wake up. I’m done. Are you okay,” Erik asked.
I opened my eyes and looked around. I felt lost. I rubbed my eyes and looked up at Erik.
“I’m done baby girl,” he said, standing over me with a staple gun in his hand.
“You’ve been asleep for about forty-five minutes,” he said as he reached down to help me up.
“I was having a shitty dream,” I said.
“Why shitty?” he asked.
“Well, I was in a…” I paused and thought.
“Never mind, it was stupid,” I said.
“No, tell me. You’d be surprised what can be determined from someone’s dreams,” he said as he helped me to my feet.
There was a lot I would tell Erik, and very little I would ever keep from him, if anything. Something about telling a psychiatrist about my dreams, and that psychiatrist being my boyfriend didn’t make me totally comfortable.
“Oh, it was nothing,” I said.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Yeah, now that I am awake, I can’t really remember it” I said.
“Well, I have a few lights left, even after I put them over the entire roof,” he said.
I looked around the roof, and ba
ck toward Erik. I was still waking up. I felt like such an idiot for falling asleep.
“Baby girl, reach over there and put your hands on the roof. The one right in front of you, by the bedroom window,” Erik said as he set the staple gun down beside me.
“Sir?”
“The roof, Kelli. Put your hands on it. Are you having problems with English again?” he asked.
“Uhhmm, no sir,” I responded as I leaned forward and placed my palms on the roof. Standing erect directly in front of the window, the roof was about chest high.
“Don’t move, I’ll be right back,” Erik said as he walked across the roof.
I stood with my hands on the roof above the window wondering what he was going to do. I blinked my eyes and looked around. That dream was just weird. He walked back toward me with a handful of Christmas lights in his hand.
I watched over my shoulder as he took out his knife and cut the Christmas light cord in two. He put the knife back in his pocket and secured the clip.
“Why did you cut the Christmas lights?” I asked, confused.
“I need two, and I only had one,” he responded, smiling.
I squinted and turned toward him.
“Hands on the fucking roof, Kelli. Face the window,” he demanded, pointing at the window by the bedroom roof.
I turned and faced the window, and placed my hands on either side of the roof in front of my chest.
I watched his reflection in the window as he took the Christmas lights and flipped one of the two lengths over his shoulder. He dropped the other string of lights onto the roof, holding onto one of the ends of the cord. He raised the cord up to his chest and grabbed the dangling length with his other hand. He stepped into me, pressing his chest to my back.
“Raise your right hand,” he said as he bent over and picked up the staple gun.
“Sir?” I asked as I turned toward him.
“Around Kelli, turn around. And raise your right hand. You remember which one that is?” he asked in his smart-ass voice.
I purposely raised my left hand. I love it when he talks to me like this. It makes me wet. I wondered what he was going to do. Maybe spank me with Christmas lights. I started to get wet thinking about it.
“Jesus, Kelli. I think that dream fucked you up good. Your other right hand. Good fucking God,” he complained.
Get mad at me and hurt me. Fuck me until I cry.
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