Free Eleven by Krys Seabron Page A

mind blowing...for exactly eleven pumps. No more. No less. With a cock ring or even jacking before sex…nothing helped. It was still eleven pumps. It has always been, and I'm sure it probably always will be.
    I feverishly ran my fingertips over my slippery, swollen pleasure center as he pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed his spit-shined member deep inside me. I was so wet he slid all nine and a half inches right in.
    My knees buckled but I straightened them back out. With my hand planted firmly against the cold tiled wall, I absorbed pumps two and three with ease. My walls throbbed around his thickness. I struggled not to scream. He gripped my shoulders and began forcing his hardness deeper into me, knocking my hand from between my legs. Pump 7. Pump 8. A moan escaped his goatee traced lips. I fought against the natural urge to squeeze my pussy tight around him. Mainly because I still had hope. Maybe this could be the time I finally get to see what twelve feels like.
    Pump 8. Pump 9. His hands fumbled to my waist for stability. Pump ten was harder and deeper than nine. He was in my stomach. I covered my mouth. I could smell the sweet aroma of my own juices. I wanted to cum so bad. I wanted to release everything I was feeling as he exploded inside me. I just wanted us to both cum together. Something we have never done before.
    Pump 11. I could feel him spilling inside me. He hunched forward. His right leg shook, as it always does after he cums. "Don't pull out," I whispered as I rushed my fingers back between my legs. I rubbed circles. I stroked vertically. I did everything I could think of to pop the top on this shaken bottle of hot coke.
    I closed my eyes and without warning, Kai's face appeared. I have never been attracted to a girl before, but somehow, she had me. I thought about her all the time. Sex with Jason is usually the only time I can control it. But not now. My mind so vividly held a picture of the long curved eyelashes that lined her bright brown eyes. Her cute, button like nose. That u-shaped curve in the center of her top lip. Her curly, bushy, sandy-brown mane that she keeps in a pony tail at the back of her head. That perfect, coke-bottled shaped body that demands looks from almost any man though she normally wears snap-back caps which almost always implies lesbian. Kai was beautiful in every way. She had just the right amount of femme to offset the masculinity she put out there with the hats and sneakers. She played the middle. She walked the line. I bet she could eat it good. I bet she could make me cum.
    Suddenly my body started to quiver and I released the best orgasm I'd had in two months. Jason moaned at the intense contraction of insides as I came hard on his dick. For a second, I almost forgot he was there.
    I fought to catch my breath as I pulled myself off of him. I was somewhat disappointed in yet another fail on his end.
    "Daddy can make you cum by just standing still. You can't tell me I'm not the best." Jason's arrogant boasting after a job not well done always seemed to strike a nerve. I mean, I'm clearly fucking myself. I've never seen anyone congratulate the tripod for the pictures the camera took.
    I unravelled some toilet paper and wiped the mess we made from between my legs.
    "Of course, daddy, you know you put it down." I smiled as I turned to face him and flush the dirty paper down the toilet. There was no sense in shutting him down. Technically, his sex is off the chain...it just never makes it off the chain. He’s the best tease ever. But he's got so many other great attributes. He's handsome. Tall, smooth dark brown skin. His deep waves complimented his tapered fade. He's also a builder. He buys land and hires workers to build a home. He also owns a few ghetto apartments in the hood. Not too bad for a thirty two year old. He takes care of me. He loves me like I've never been loved before. He treats me like a queen. He's the type of guy to run me a bubble bath and line the tub with