Free The Song Remains the Same by Kelli Jean

and then rolled onto his stomach. The contact of the bed with his erection made him moan. Turning to face me, he watched as I removed his thick leather belt from his cargoes.
    “Holy fuckin’ shit, Kenna! What are you gonna do?”
    Shrugging with mock confidence, I replied, “Whatever I need to do to get out all this aggression that’s been building up. You know how it is.”
    “I ain’t ever beat you with a belt!”
    “No…you only shoved that monster cock up my dry ass and told me to take it.”
    Having nothing to retort with, he turned his face into the pillow. Phil’s ass really was an epic piece of flesh. It should be illegal for a man to have an ass like that.
    Folding the belt in half, I grabbed each end and tugged hard, creating a resounding snap to echo through the room. Phil jumped, his ass cheeks clenching, and he buried his head deeper into the pillow. His shoulders tensed, bunching, as his arms tugged on the silk cord bounding his wrists. I started to wonder if I could go through with it.
    “Oh my God, woman!” he yelled. “Fuckin’ do it already!”
    Well, I can damn well give it a shot.
    Climbing back onto the bed, I got myself into a steady stance on my knees. I raised and crossed my arm over my chest and let that fucker fly.
    “AUGH!”
    Fuck yeah.
    A fat red welt rose up across both of his cheeks, and I lovingly licked it. “That was fun.” I laughed.
    “Fuck you!”
    Crack!
    “AAUUGH!” he roared. That time, he ground his pelvis into the bed.
    “You nasty freak! You liked that!”
    Shuddering and panting, Phil broke out into a sweat all over, even behind his knees. I pulled my arm back to deliver another stinging blow.
    “Argh! Fuck!”
    “You ever going to treat me like that again?” I asked.
    “Fuck you!”
    Crack!
    “SHIT!” His screams could probably alert the neighbors to domestic violence.
    Feeling giddy, I laughed before demanding, “ Are you?”
    His ass looked like it was on fire. I hadn’t broken the skin, and I didn’t want to, but I noticed the tail end had a bruise blooming.
    “Would it matter? Wouldn’t you forgive me anyway?”
    I crouched down, my mouth right next to his ear. “Would you really want to test that?”
    “No,” he answered truthfully. “No, Baby. I never wanna hurt you like that again. I swear, it killed me inside. Please…can I have one more?”
    Glancing down at his flaming arse, I bit my lip. “I think I might have gotten carried away. You’re getting bruised.”
    “One more,” he begged. “Just one more.”
    A deep breath steadied me, and I rose up, arm across my chest, belt over my shoulder, and then I let one last beating whistle through the air before connecting with his welted-up perfect ass.
    “FUCK!” he screamed, grinding into the bed again. “Baby, I’m gonna come. I’m so fuckin’ close.”
    “Roll over,” I snapped.
    He flipped onto his back, sucking air through his teeth. “Ohhh fuuuck!”
    “How do you want me?”
    “Sitting on my face with my dick in your mouth,” he replied.
    Quickly, I untied his wrists, and he grabbed me. In the blink of an eye, I found myself straddling his head, and his hand was sliding up the back of my neck, fisting into my hair.
    “Fuckin’ suck me dry!” he snarled.
    Then, his mouth was on me, and I ceased to think at all. He shoved my head down, and I took him to the back of my throat where he spurted hot and thick. His powerful ecstatic moan buzzed through my clit, my cunt, up into my nipples.
    “Don’t stop,” he said harshly. “Keep goin’.”
    Phil’s soft lips and tongue devoured me—sucking, licking, kissing—until I cried out around his once more throbbing cock as I convulsed from clit to sternum. Limp and trembling, he threw me off him and pounced on me, thrusting into me hard and fast.
    “How do you want me, Baby? You want me to make love to you? Or you want me to fuck you stupid?”
    “Fuck me stupid,” I replied breathlessly.
    Slamming his mouth on mine, he