LOVED by Scott Hildreth Page A

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