BABY GIRL III - Love That Just Is (THE ERIK EAD MC EROTICA SERIES)

by Scott Hildreth

  “I want to…”

  “Kelli,” he said sternly.

  I looked down at the floor.

  “How does it make you feel when I put my hand on the back of your neck and grip it with my hand, baby girl? While we’re talking or standing in the kitchen?” he asked.

  I nodded, “I love it.”

  “How does it make you feel?” he asked.

  I thought for a second before I answered.

  “Comfortable. Sleepy. Relaxed.”

  He nodded slowly, his hand still on his chin.

  “When I tell you I am proud of you?” he asked.

  “Happy. Like I’m doing a good job of being a good girl for you. Kind of like I have accomplished something,” I said.

  “When I tell you you’re a good girl?” he asked.

  “It’s kind of the same - but just not as much. Like being a good girl and you being proud are kind of the same. You being proud, it’s just better. It kind of means more,” I said.

  He nodded again and rubbed his face with his hand.

  “When I squeeze your neck while we’re fucking, how about that?” he asked.

  I closed my eyes.

  I love it when he does that.

  “I love it. I love it. On the roof, I loved it so much. I think I passed out. It was. Well, I don’t know how to explain it, but I love it,” I said as I opened my eyes.

  “Well, you didn’t pass out, but I understand. It’s euphoric, Kelli. It certainly isn’t for everyone, but it can be very euphoric.”

  “Put it on the list of what I really, really like,” I said.

  “When I slap your little ass?”

  “Love it,” I said.

  “Restrain you?” he asked.

  I thought about what he asked.

  “Tie me up?” I asked.

  He nodded, “Yes.”

  “Love it,” I said.

  “Blindfolded,” he asked.

  I thought. I made a face and started to answer.

  “Be truthful, Kelli. We’re just talking. I need to know,” he said, sitting up on the couch cushion.

  “I don’t think I like it,” I said, making a face again.

  “Okay. What about when I call you a little slut. My little slut. While were fucking?” he asked.

  I nodded my head repeatedly.

  “Love it,” I said.

  This was making me wet. All of this talking. As long as he didn’t talk about me disappointing him, I liked it. All of this talk about sex, and being his slut, and baby girl…it was making me soaking wet. I wanted him to fuck me.

  “Watermelon,” I said.

  “Excuse me?” he asked.

  “Penelope,” I said.

  He smiled.

  “Perpendicular” I said.

  “You have a good memory,” he said smiling.

  I sat up on the edge of my cushion.

  “Come here, baby girl,” he said.

  I bounced off the cushion of the chair and ran across the living room floor to the couch. I sat beside him and wrapped my arms around him.

  “How’d I do?” I asked.

  “Kelli, it wasn’t a pass or fail. We were just talking. We’re still learning about each other. Finding out what works and what doesn’t. I’m not someone that ever wants to do anything to hurt you. I’ve told you that. I don’t want to hurt you emotionally or physically. If we don’t communicate, it’s just guesswork. I hate guessing,” he said.

  “Communication is key,” I said, nodding my head sharply at the end.

  “Precisely,” he said.

  I kissed his cheek.

  “We’re going to play a game. A numbers game,” he said, turning his head my direction.

  “I love games,” I said.

  “Get on your knees in front of me, baby girl,” he said.

  Yaaaaaaay.

  I got in front of him and looked into his eyes. He was going to let me suck his cock. I loved sucking his cock. He always let me fuck him after I sucked his cock. I loved sucking it anyway, but he could never take it for too long. He stood from the couch and pulled down his sweats. He kicked them to the side and pulled his tee shirt over his head. He grabbed his cock in his hand and slowly started stroking it, talking while he did.

  “Okay, listen good,”

  I watched him stroke his cock.

  “Look at me, and pay attention, Kelli,” he said.

  I looked up into his eyes.

  “I’m going to tell you to do things, additionally I’m going to do things to you. You’re not going to tell me when you’re going to cum. You’re not going to tell me while you’re cumming. When I ask, you’re going to give me a number, between one and ten, describing how much you like or are enjoying what is happening - or what I am doing. This will be based on your level of enjoyment, euphoria, or how you feel. Ten is the most or best, one is the least or worst. You are not allowed to talk, unless it’s a number. Do you understand?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “Are you certain?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “Baby girl, suck my big cock,” he said.

  “Ten!” I screamed as I clapped my hands.

  “No, Kelli. You haven’t experienced any feeling yet,” he laughed.

  “I want to know how you feel, based on exactly what’s happening, okay?” he asked, looking down at me.

  I nodded.

  “Put my cock in your mouth,” he demanded.

  I grabbed his ass in my hands and squeezed it. I loved having his ass in my hands. I felt like he was mine when I did. It was like for a little while, I owned him. I opened my mouth and guided it onto his cock. As I squeezed his ass, I slowly began slurping on his cock, making it wet. Slowly, I began to suck it and think of how I felt.

  I liked sucking Erik’s cock, because I knew he liked it when I did it. Sucking his cock, I never wondered if he enjoyed what I offered him. I liked it too, because I felt like I was in total control. It wasn’t him fucking me; it was me sucking his cock. If I was doing a good job, the reward was having him cum. When he said he couldn’t stand it any longer, I knew I was doing a good job and making him happy. When he moaned and closed his eyes, it was a huge turn on.

  I began to take more of him in my mouth. He arched his back and pressed his hips forward. As he did, his cock went deep into my throat. My throat convulsed and I swallowed. This process of my throat convulsing and me swallowing was similar to a feeling of vomiting, but different. It was a huge turn on for me, and it wasn’t unpleasant. It was my way of gagging on his cock. I don’t know why, but I loved it.

  He held his cock deep in my throat until my eyes watered. I squeezed his ass hard in my hands, my fingers digging into the flesh. I wanted to pull my mouth off, but he didn’t want me to. I closed my eyes and hoped for him to pull away. As I felt his cock slipping from my throat, I opened my eyes and looked up at his face. I felt the wetness of my pussy as I shifted my weight on my knees. I was soaked.

  He held his hands up and raised his eyebrows as his cock fell from my mouth.

  I gasped for a breath and wiped my mouth.

  “Uhhmm,” I caught my breath, “Ten. Big ten.”

  “Hands and knees Kelli.” he demanded.

  I moved to my hands and knees. He got behind me and grabbed my waist. As he grabbed my waist, his cock slowly slid inside of my soaked pussy. Slowly, he began to slide in and out, pressing deep and slow. The rhythm of him fucking me caused my pussy to contract quickly. I closed my eyes and began to cum.

  As my eyes began to roll I thought about the feeling and what it would be rated. I loved cumming, and I loved his cock, but I didn’t want to rate it too high, because he could be doing so many other things. Good things.

  His cock slowly and predictably slid in and out. I began to cum again.

  “Six,” I muttered.

  He gathered my hair in his hand. He started to pull it lightly. I said nothing. He began to fuck me harder, his balls banging against my clit. I closed my eyes and liste
ned to the sound of his hips against my ass. I loved that slapping sound. As his cock worked in and out of my soaked pussy, I felt myself tingle from head to toe. I remained quiet.

  Nothing changed.

  He didn’t say I couldn’t moan.

  “Mmmmmmm,” I moaned.

  He pulled my hair harder, forcing himself deeper.

  “Mmmmmmm,” I moaned again.

  He pulled my hair harder. I arched my neck back. The feeling of having my neck pulled backward was exciting to me. It was like being choked. Once I let my head go backward, it was impossible for me to pull it forward again – against his grasp on my hair. It was second best to being choked. I shook my head and tilted it back as far as I could. He pulled all the slack as I moved. My throat felt constricted.

  I groaned.

  “Ohhhhhhh,” I groaned slowly.

  Whack!

  He slapped my ass hard with his free hand.

  I waited a second.

  “Mmmmmmm,’ I moaned.

  Whack!

  “Mmmmmmm.”

  Whack!

  Whack!

  He pulled my hair harder. My eyes watered. I could barely breathe. He began fucking me harder, moving my knees across the floor. I moved my hands wider and tried to hold myself still. I felt as if his cock was in my throat. I contracted and felt as if I were going to explode. The feeling of tingling started in my throat and worked its way to my pussy and exploded.

  I opened my eyes and couldn’t believe the intensity of the orgasm. As I came, I felt his cock begin to swell. I didn’t want this to end. This orgasm was humongous. The intensity was beyond pleasurable.

  “Eight and a half!” I screamed.

  He pulled his cock from my pussy.

  Oh, so when I yell a number, he switches. Okay, I have this figured out.

  “Stand up, Kelli,” he said as he came to his feet.

  I stood in front of him and smiled. My legs shook as I stood. He reached around my thighs and picked me up. I reached around his neck and held him in my arms as my legs dangled above the floor. He began walking toward the wall. When my back was a few inches from the wall, I knew what he was going to do.

  Yaaaay! Wall sex. I love wall sex.

  I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him. He forced himself into me. I pulled my legs as high as I could hold them and clenched my butt muscles. His hands were under my ass, holding me up.

  He began fucking me hard. My back slapped against the wall as he thrust his cock inside of me. I closed my eyes. I love this sex. I feel powerless and like he is taking me. It makes me cum so hard. I like it when he is a little more forceful and my head hits the wall.

  Moan, Kelli, moan.

  I moaned.

  “Ohhhhhh,” I groaned.

  He fucked me harder.

  “Mmmmmm.”

  He fucked me harder. I opened my eyes and looked at his face. His jaw was clenched and he was in a zone. As I looked into his eyes, I moaned.

  “Ohhhhh,” I moaned as I smiled and looked into his eyes.

  He began to slam his cock inside of me with tremendous force. My back slammed into the wall. He continued, his force increasing with almost every stroke. My head began to hit the wall. I moved my head toward his face. He pressed harder. My head hit the wall again. I released the tension in my neck.

  Bang!

  Bang!

  Bang!

  My head hit the wall as he fucked me. I closed my eyes. He forced his face between my collarbone and my face and bit my neck as he fucked me. I began to feel a wave of emotion over my entire body.

  That’s it, I’m done.

  My pussy contracted and I came in three or four short, intense bursts. My body quivered. These orgasms were different. They were far more intense, but not as deep feeling. I loved these orgasms. I called them outside orgasms. He continued to fuck me. I had another. I opened my eyes. He clenched his jaw and fucked me into the wall.

  Bang!

  Bang!

  I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of his cock inside of me. In this position, it stayed in deep all the time with short forceful strokes. I felt his balls against my ass.

  I closed my eyes.

  Bang!

  Bang!

  Another intense orgasm.

  And another.

  I felt as if I was going to need to scream or run or break something. I couldn’t take it anymore. These orgasms make me insane. I have to scream.

  “Ten, fucking ten. Ten!” I screamed.

  Shit, I said a word and not a number.

  He exhaled and dropped me to the floor. My feet hit the floor, and my knees buckled. I collapsed onto the floor slowly. I leaned against the wall and relaxed. My entire body felt tingly. He looked down at me and caught his breath, his hands on his thighs.

  “Put my cock in your mouth,” he sighed.

  Holy shit, I’m exhausted.

  He took two steps toward me. I opened my mouth and raised my hands to grasp his cock.

  “Put your fucking hands on your knees you little slut,” he snapped.

  I looked up at him and put my hands on my knees.

  “Open your fucking mouth,” he demanded.

  Oh shit, I thought it was.

  I opened my mouth.

  He forced himself into my mouth. He didn’t take it slow. I closed my eyes. He didn’t go a half stroke. He immediately shoved his entire cock into my throat.

  I’m not ready.Oh my God.

  My throat convulsed and my stomach heaved. I swallowed quickly. I opened my eyes and looked up. He pressed his hips against my face, pressing me into the wall. He reached down and pinched my nipples as he fucked my face.

  Bang!

  Bang!

  My head hit the wall as he fucked my face. He was taking short strokes, keeping his cock deep in my throat, and not pulling it out. My eyes watered. My throat convulsed. I felt like my lips were swelling. I felt smothered between him and the wall.

  I can’t breathe.

  I raised my hands to his hips.

  “Put those fucking hands down, you little bitch,” he screamed.

  I quickly shoved my hands back onto my knees and squeezed.

  Bang!

  Bang!

  He forced himself deeper. And deeper. My eyes watered. Saliva dripped from my chin onto his feet. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth.

  I gasped for air. Thank God. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. Everything was blurry.

  Bang!

  His hips pressed my face to the wall. His cock was smashed against my cheek. He held me against the wall. His knees pressed against my chest. He pulled his weight from my face. I looked up, my face covered in my own slobber from his cock on my face.

  He grasped his cock in his hand.

  Whack!

  He slapped my face with his cock.

  What the fuck?

  Seriously?

  Whack!

  He slapped it again, hard.

  Whack!

  I raised my hands to my face.

  “Put your hands down, god damn it, Kelli,” he barked.

  I put my hands on my knees.

  Whack!

  He slapped the other side. My face stung from the impact. I closed my eyes.

  Whack!

  He stopped. I kept my eyes closed.

  “You little slut. I wish you’d be a good little girl for me. I really do. Do not open your fucking mouth. Do not speak. Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked.

  I opened my eyes and nodded my head.

  “Are you?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “I sure hope so,” he said, “I sure hope so.”

  He shook his head slowly from side to side.

  God this turns me on when he talks like this. I felt myself tingling. I was regaining energy. I just needed time.

  “Stand up, baby girl,” he said.

  Yaaaaay. I’m Baby girl again.

  I jumped to my feet. My legs ached. Slowly,
I straightened my knees.

  “Give me a hug,” he said.

  I hugged him tight.

  I’m not going to talk until he says I can. I don’t know if this is over yet, and I want to make him so proud.

  “Are you my baby girl?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “Go in the kitchen and sit in the sink,” he said as he pointed to the kitchen.

  I leaned away from him and looked into his eyes. He wasn’t smiling. His hand pointed to the kitchen.

  “The sink, baby girl,” he said sharply.

  I walked to the kitchen. I looked at the sink. We had a large oversized sink with one large compartment instead of two. The water faucet had a sprayer on it that could be pulled from the faucet and used to wash vegetables or dishes – kind of like a removable shower nozzle.

  I looked at the sink and turned my back to it. I grabbed the edge of the counter and hoisted myself to the countertop. Sitting on the edge of the countertop, I slid into the basin of the sink. Erik walked in behind me. As I sat in the sink, he looked at me and shook his head from side to side slowly.

  He reached for the remote control, and turned up the Ipod. Wax Tailor, How I Feel played.

  How appropriate. A new dawn, a new day, it’s a new life for me… you know how I feel.

  I felt like a chicken or something.

  He walked to the sink and looked at me. He leaned toward my back and looked at my hair, back and arms.

  “Close your eyes,” he said.

  I closed my eyes.

  I felt his hand behind me. I heard him remove the nozzle from the faucet.

  Shit.

  He turned on the faucet and I heard it spray for a few seconds. I felt the water splash up against me. It changed from cold to warm. I felt small droplets against my thighs and butt as I heard it spray. I felt his hand on my hair as he moved my hair from my face. He pulled it to the side of my face and massaged my scalp.

  This is weird.

  A short burst of water hit my chest. I jerked and opened my eyes.

  “Keep your eyes closed, please,” he said softly.

  Shit, I forgot to say a number in the living room for him face fucking me and cock slapping me.

  I reached up and pointed to toward the living room.

  “Nine,” I said as I pointed to the living room.

  I put my hand back at my side. I relaxed and listened to the music. My legs ached from being stuffed into the sink.