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kind of sexy. Erik grabbed my shoulders in his hands and began to grind on my hips with his crotch.
    Erik Ead was dirty dancing.
    I felt myself beginning to melt.
    People started whistling and screaming, pointing in our direction.
    “ Get it, Doc ,” I heard someone scream.
    Erik continued to grind his hips against my thighs and hips - bending his knees and lowering himself closer to the floor, and then slowly coming back up. I was hypnotized by watching him wiggle. I placed my hands on his waist and began to grind with him.
    I felt after the incident with A-Train that Erik had begun to fully trust me. When he took me to the cemetery, I knew that he did. The Erik Ead that I had been seeing for the last few weeks was the Erik Ead that I hoped would last forever. I bent my knees, lowered myself to the floor, and bit the crotch of his jeans.
    “Get him, Sis,” Bunny screamed.
    As the song ended, we stood up straight and hugged. Several people clapped. I was uncomfortably wet. Erik moved my hair behind my ear and moved his mouth close to my face.
    “You sexy little bitch. You make me want to fuck you. Always,” he whispered.
    “You started it,” I smiled.
    He leaned back, smiled, and spoke, “You’re gorgeous.”
    “ Fuck me,” I whispered.
    “Be careful what you wish for,” he responded.
    “Just like A-Train says, if you’re scared go to church ,” I said, smiling.
    “You’re a…” he began to say.
    “Mouthy little fucker,” I finished.
    He reached down, grabbed my hand, and began walking toward the door.
    “Come on, you mouthy little shit,” he said as he walked out the door, and turned to the right.
    “Where are we going?” I asked, giggling.
    “It’s not where we’re going, baby girl. It’s what I’m going to do to you,” he said as he walked briskly to the rear of the garage.
    “What are you going to do to me?” I giggled.
    “Teach you a fucking lesson,” he said.
    I love being in trouble with this man.
    We turned and stepped behind the garage. The rear of the garage was exposed to the land behind the house. It was still somewhat visible from the side of the house, but not easily seen. Erik turned, my hand in his, and faced me. He let go of my hand and placed his hand on my neck. He pressed me against the wall. By my neck and held me there.
    “Maybe you need to go to church. You scared?” he asked.
    I shook my head.
    “Get down on your knees, baby girl,” he demanded.
    I reached up and grabbed ahold of his wrist lightly. As I lowered myself to my knees, I held his hand to my throat. I reached for his zipper and unzipped his pants. As I reached inside his pants with my thumb and finger, I let go of his wrist and unbuckled his belt. I unbuttoned his pants and watched his stiff cock spring out as his pants fell open.
    I grasped his cock with my right hand and began stroking it. He squeezed my neck harder and pressed my back against the wall of the garage.
    “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