"When I was led to you
I knew you were the one for me
I swear the whole world could feel my heartbeat
When I lay eyes on you
Ay ay ay
You wrapped me up in
The color of love

You gave me the kiss of life
Kiss of life
You gave me the kiss that's like
The kiss of life"

Sade – "Kiss of Life"

Sabine could not get over how delicious it felt to have Erik's mouth all over her.

From his tongue to his teeth, to those cushiony cotton-soft lips, he planted seeds of passionate kisses on every inch of skin she had on her body. Her last orgasm came from face-riding him, his wide tongue fucking her sopping wet pussy until she collapsed and rested her face against his headboard gasping for air. His lips and cheeks glistened from her juices and she could hear his hand stroking that firm dick.

"C'mere," he grunted.

Sabine fell onto her back and he crawled on top of her dripping with perspiration and stroked his dick until ropes of thick semen spurted from his slit all over her chest. She could see his balls pulsing in rhythmic squeezes working that cum out of him. She wanted to eat his ass but she was exhausted from his intense loving of her body.

His hands touching her breasts had her flesh overheating and when she couldn't handle all of the sensations that were hitting her at once, she tried to escape his mouth and he didn't like that. Lifting her up by her waist, he threw her over his knee and spanked her like she was a naughty girl caught being bad. She'd had her ass spanked before, but not for that long. The stinging strikes her ass cheeks got from his entire hand made her pussy jump.

"You gon' act right now?!"

She couldn't stop him because he had her arms held tight behind her back with his other hand as he spanked her.

"Tight little ass," he groaned.

His erection rested against her hip as he tore her ass up. She promised to be a good girl and he fingered her on his lap, playing with her clit piercing and folds until she was crying real tears and cumming at the same time. And he still wasn't done with her after that.

She loved it.

He dominated her, but he also gave her opportunities to opt-out if it became too much for her. She pushed herself to go as far as she could until she crumbled. Pussy destroyed.

For an older man, his erections seemed to come easily.

The last man she had been with after Jamon was a thirty-eight-year-old Black bank manager from her old bank who liked popping Viagra to keep his dick up to handle her. She thought men over thirty slowed down once they reached their peak, but Erik took care of himself physically and she found no issues with the level of firmness his dick was able to give her. He came three times, once on her face, once inside her mouth as she inserted a finger in his ass and tapped his prostate directly, and the final time he shot semen all over her breasts.

She loved that he was so vocal, yelling out her name as he ejaculated. He was attentive to her needs and asked her directly what she wanted. Sabine came so hard the first time Erik made her masturbate for him. She could see her pussy twitching, the exquisite orgasm making her anus contract too and Erik watched all of it as she gave throaty whimpers with her lips parted. His lips were poked out watching her pussy throb and release sticky clear fluid. He groaned so loud and her pussy throbbed even more. She fed off of his pleasure watching her.

When he pulled his fat dick out, she saw that those old photos that circulated with that Spanish chick didn't do him justice. Her mouth watered for it and she slurped up her spit before it fell out of her open mouth. It was automatic. Dick out. Mouth open. The head was a perfect spongy mushroom cap she loved on men and the solid shiny brown color made the cross-section of veins on the sides look intimidating, especially with the girth. He was above average in length and her mouth had some difficulty taking it in. She wasn't one of those hardcore deep throat girls but she did her best and he seemed pleased.

He had a filthy mouth.

The words he used while sucking on her pussy made her ears hot with the salacious sounds. He called her out of her name. Slut. Bitch. Nasty little slit. His little fuck toy. She was ready to be all and any of those things for him. She hadn't even gotten a taste of that dick, and she was already willing to give him anything he wanted.

Her fantasies were nothing like what he did to her. She had criminally underrated him in her dreams.

No wonder Calista was fighting tooth and nail to keep him and to also punish him for trying to leave. Sabine could imagine the terror she felt knowing what he could do and knowing he was giving it to other women…

Melancholy settled over her then.

When Erik went to shower after pulling off the top cover of his bed that they had soaked, she sprawled out her limbs resting nude on soft expensive cotton sheets. Her fingers rested on her belly and she listened to the water that was probably coursing down his back like sexy rainwater in all the erotic fantasies she had of him.

He crawled into bed, his body slightly damp, and asked her to stay with him. She agreed to do it, hoping for more sexy times in the morning. She was on the pill. She had condoms in her purse and she knew he had condoms in his bathroom. He could bust her open and she would let him give her some morning loving until noon. She felt her clit swell as it tugged on her piercing. He had her in heat.

Erik's fingers stroked up and down her back and she loved how right it felt to be with him in his bed. She had stars in her eyes, tingles flowing through her body, and his heartbeat was thumping against her breast. They kissed off and on and she just knew they were going to make love. His dick swelled and then the phone rang.

Her heart stopped.

It was late in the evening. The children weren't there. It had to be a woman.

She closed her eyes waiting with anxious breath for some IG model, or Hollywood hottie to ask for his dick over the phone.

Instead, she heard his son Deuce, and Erik was pushing her aside and leaving the bedroom with that fat dick swinging between his legs.

When she heard Marina's sweet voice, Sabine jumped off the bed and quickly dressed.

It was wrong for her to be there.

It was wrong for her to be involved with a man in the middle of a messy and contentious divorce.

It was wrong to be pining for some other distraught woman's dick.

Sabine felt sorry for Calista. She didn't know the woman well, but Sabine knew from a few observations that she was a loving mother who would do anything to hold her family together for her children. Plenty of people filed for divorce but eventually got back together.

She also had to face another fact.

Erik was not faithful.

What he had done to her body he had done to countless others. She probably wasn't that special to him, just something new, a novelty to break up the long line of white women he ran through that the public only saw online. His personality at home didn't seem to match up the hoeing he did. But then again, he had wrecked her private parts and she was done for the night. He probably needed a full stable of women to satisfy his insatiable habits. A lot of women got on their knees for him and let him spill semen on their faces. A lot of women arched their backs as he ate out their ass. A lot of women swallowed his sweet and salty cum as it dripped all over their wet tongues.

Who was she to think she was an exception? She was just a willing and available fangirl.

Shaking her head, Sabine left his bedroom on wobbly legs. She passed by his office without looking and when she was outside, she ran to her van and drove away fast. When she was blocks away, she pulled into her parents Taqueria.

Papi was still working the night shift.

He saw her face when she walked in and he left the kitchen to join her in an empty booth, the only empty booth available. The shop was a popular nighttime spot with all the nearby bars serving mediocre food.

"Mija, what's wrong?"

She didn't mean to start crying but Erik had her emotions in turmoil.

"I think I messed up a relationship."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Is it someone I know?"

"Not really. I crossed a line and I don't know if I can get it back to the way it was."

"Want something to eat?"

She nodded.

Papi patted her hand. When he returned minutes later, he had a plate filled with smoky black beans, saucy Spanish rice, grilled corn on the cob sprinkled with seasoned queso fresco, a pile of savory carne asada, and freshly made corn tortillas.

"Eat," Papi said.

Sabine ate her Dad's food and he watched her face.

"Ready for Oceanside?"

"Yeah."

"Taking two boards?"

She nodded stuffing meat and beans into the tortillas.

"Training with experts are paying off. You look strong. Muscles rippling."

Sabine made a muscle with her arm.

"I lost a lot of weight too," she said.

"Water weight. You've always been long and lean. Could've been a model."

Sabine snorted and rolled her eyes.

"It's true. You are gorgeous. You don't see it because I'm the one saying it."

"Me, a ton of make-up, and unnatural posing are not a good mix."

"I've seen you pose on the board. You got what it takes."

"Thanks, Papi."

"I have a beautiful daughter."

Sabine paused in her eating. Erik had called her beautiful. Well, he called her tits beautiful.

She finished her food. Papi tapped her hand.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, thanks, Papi. My mind is going a mile a minute."

"Coming to the house to sleep?"

"No, I'll probably drive up to Oceanside tonight and camp out. Hang out with Bibi's crew in the morning."

"Be safe. Do well up there. We'll try to come up if we can to watch you-"

"Wait until next weekend when I do Huntington Beach. Belmira will be there."

"For the love of God and the Virgin Mary who looks after you, Mija, keep out of trouble—"

"Papi—"

"The two of you together is…aye... nada más que problemas."

"Eso no es cierto—"

"No fighting, no starting shit—"

"Papi—"

"You heard me. A champion can't have a reputation like that."

"Too late," she said stuffing the corn between her teeth.

"Don't disappoint your mother with poor behavior."

"I'm bringing those high scores home with me."

"Your averages have been pretty good."

"I know. Improving too. Make room at the house for my trophy."

Papi stood up and kissed her forehead before returning to work.

"You should stay at the house more often. We like having you there."

"Getting my hustle on."

She watched her father head into the kitchen as a long line of customers waited for his specials.

Sabine was always on the move.

She could never stay in one place for long. Not only was she a nomad, but she was an adrenaline junky too. The highs of surfing, the highs of chasing that one great wave burned in the back of her eyes. She loved traveling and if she could snag some decent sponsors, she could travel on someone else's dime and become a permanent globetrotter.

The drive up the coast was quiet. She found a rest stop that she often used as an impromptu camping spot. Bundled up in her sleeping bag on the floor of her van, she moved around on top of the pallet she had made to make her sleep comfortable.

Her cell phone buzzed.

Erik.

She let it go to voicemail. He didn't leave a voice message. A text popped up.

Are you alright? Why did you leave?

She texted him back.

I'm fine. You have family stuff to deal with. I don't want to mess it up with Deuce.

Her phone buzzed again. He was insistent.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, you didn't have to leave. He's not coming over until noon. I'm taking him to lunch so we can talk."

"I would feel uncomfortable being there knowing he was arriving tomorrow."

"You sound upset."

"I'm just tired."

"That's why you should've stayed. I was planning to cook you breakfast—"

"Erik… I shouldn't have done this…with you. Not now. I know you're getting a divorce, but…"

"But what?"

"I want a clean slate. I want you…I mean…I want us to just be about the training for now. Okay? I was weak tonight. I was living out a long-held fantasy but it's not good for me. I need to get my game face on—"

"I understand."

"You do?"

"I get it. Maybe we shouldn't have hooked up like this, but I don't regret it. I want more to be honest. But I hear what you're saying and I agree. My kids…they come first in my life."

"Yeah…"

Sabine felt her stomach drop.

"Sugar?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

"I'll keep it cool on my end. You don't have to worry about that. I won't make it weird for you."

"Me too. It's just best, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know."

"You have fun with Deuce tomorrow. I'm happy that you two can get together again."

"Me too. Hey, if I don't see you next week or the next, have a good trip and do well."

"Thanks. I will. My homegirl Belmira is sharing a spot with me—"

"Belmira Sousa?"

"Yeah."

"She's a contender. I didn't know you were friends with her."

"I thought you did your homework on me."

"I don't keep up with crews anymore."

"That's my set, the Bad Cat Crew."

"Brazilians are coming up strong."

"Taking out the Australians left and right."

"I see you hanging with the wild bunch."

"All day every day. Me and Belmira been running together since our junior championship days. She's got serious sponsorship now. Momo, Gato Pete, and Esmee…that's who I roll with overseas."

"Jesus, that is…whew Lord."

"No different than you and Colin and them. I've heard stories. I know people think I'm the ringleader for shit, but that's Belmira."

"I know. Hang tight with her. Your crew is your lifeline with attracting attention. Belmira is hot right now. It'll rub off on you, especially if you place—"

"If I place? Tuh. You mean when I place. I coming for necks."

"I hear you, baby."

Sabine dropped her cell phone to her chest. Please, God. No pet names. Not now.

"Make sure you watch the competition with Colin. Watch me smoke everyone."

"Just catch some good waves. Remember, the best surfer…"

"…is the one having the most fun. I know. I know."

"Sugar…"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For today. You let me have a little escape at lunch. I enjoyed talking with you."

"Among other things."

He laughed.

"It was fun for me too. You're not always a crotchety old man."

"Do well and hit me up when you come back. Um…just text me."

"I will."

"Night, girl."

He hung up first.

"I hate this," she whispered.

Her voice sounded lonely and hollow inside her van. She rolled over in her sleeping bag and heard the scattered motor sounds of cars driving on the freeway. Curling up in the fetal position she couldn't sleep. Erik was on her mind. She eased onto her back again and pulled her panties off. Fingers fumbling on her vulva, she lightly stroked her clit thinking of his lips again. It didn't take long for her to become sweaty in her bag as her folds became slick once more. She smeared her natural lubricant onto her clit and tapped on her jewelry there sending sharp tendrils of pleasure down to her toes. Tugging on her inner lips she imagined him there with her, watching her masturbate again.

"Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me….ooomph…fuck me…please….I'm cumming…I'm cumming…ohmigod….ohmigod…yes…yes…your little slut is cumming for you…"

Her release made her slump into a wet ball of sweat with pussy juice dripping from her fingers that needed to be in Erik's mouth. She needed to kiss those big lips and taste herself there and all over his face once more.

She wanted to cry again.

She could never be a priority in his life. His children came first. She would only come forty-ninth if she was lucky. Pulling out her cell phone, she tortured herself with those recent pictures of him and his lovers. That's what he wanted. That's what he would have when his divorce came through. She was lying to herself to think she could act normal around him, act chill and not weirded out that he ate her pussy. Those big lips made her cum. She sat on that man's face. Had him lapping up her loving between her legs.

How could she go back to a normal relationship after that? She knew for a fact that her clit would start jumping the moment he walked into a room with her. Christ on a cracker. What had she done?

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Sabine had a good beach day with her Oceanside friends the next morning. But the day of the Nissan Super Girl Pro, it all went to hell.

Because of Belmira.