the thing and discarded it. He ran a finger along her puffy pussy lips, opened them up, and laughed, in a flirty sort of way.
“I definitely approve… You already had a gorgeous pussy; now, it’s red and ready for me.” She shuddered from his touch and words, the sensation magnified like never before. “Do you know how bad I want you, baby?” His voice boomed, as if he had a microphone attached to him, but it was just her acute senses working overtime. “Do you know how much I want to fuck you tonight?! Fuck you so good that you forget who you are and have to tap the hell out?” His lips curled in a crooked grin.
Her voice caught in her throat… but only for a moment.
“I can’t wait, baby. I want to feel you…”
His gorgeous eyes hooded and his head cocked to the side as if he were sizing her up. She kept swinging ever so slowly until he yanked one side of the swing, forcing her to veer hard to the right. She looked up at the ceiling and saw it appeared secure, harnessed to a large hook. When she met eyes with him once again, he practically pounced on her, one knee between her thighs, weighing down the swing seat. He licked up and down her neck, then left a trail of urgent kisses. She wanted to feel him so deep inside her… she wanted it in the worst way. Needed it! Her very soul was screaming as he toyed with her, teased her. “Nixon, come on!”
She gnashed her teeth, for her Nymph body was hot and wet, ready for his entry. She was falling apart on the inside. Her life had been a rollercoaster, a tumultuous episode of betrayal and unwanted surprises that had sent her down an angry spiral…
“I know what you need. When you need it. And how you need it,” he barked, his nostrils flared. Dropping low, down her body, he crossed his arms around her back, drew her in, and flicked his long, hot tongue against her pussy. She sighed with delight as he burrowed his face against her nature, nothing but shiny black locks of hair in her sight. He flicked and twirled his tongue against her distended love, guzzling her juices while they poured from her like a river. “You taste like love… smell like desire. Mmmm… you’ve got such delicious pussy, baby!”
She held on to the straps as he caressed and devoured her, his mouth the key to her undoing. She shuddered, exploding, a gushing from her pussy proving her complete loss of control.
“Oh, fuck!” She writhed about as her pussy squirted, her orgasm showing no signs of letting up. Instead of him pulling away from her as she burst like a water balloon, he went even harder, lapping up her spurting saps and destroying the little that remained of her control. She had another orgasm, then another, her body completely drained, wracked with delight, but her mind was on full alert.
Getting to his feet, he placed her ankles in restraints, going about his task methodically – a man with a plan. His chin glistened with her juices, and he swiped his tongue along his lower lip, tasting her once more before taking a step back.
He reached into a black leather pouch strapped along his waist and pulled out a little black device, which he stretched and rolled along his dick until it hit about the mid-point of his shaft. It looked like it was made of latex, and was covered in little prickles and bumps.
Then, without warning, he gripped his cock and entered her, breaching her fortress.
“Oh, shit! OH GOD!”
Darkness and beauty swam in his eyes as he stared at her, each thrust more demanding than the last. She could barely catch her breath, barely hold on to her sanity as the sensations of his thumb stimulating her clit, his dick to the hilt inside her, thrusting at rapid speed, and the ring he’d placed on it threatened to drive her out of her mind.
“That’s right… take it… FEEL IT. Swollen, red little pussy… wet, pretty hole of my horny Nymph. You belong to me. Every strand of hair on your head is mine, the curve of your lips, your big, soft ass, the bottoms of your feet and the bend of your knees and elbows are all owned by Saint Nix. It’s Christmas, baby… and I’m pretty sure, before this is all over, I’m going to