She sighed and arched, the sensations vibrating through her body, sending her into overdrive. She powered through it, gyrating her hips against him, needing more and more of what he delivered. Their moans and exhales chased one another, and the looks of pure ecstasy in his eyes sent her over the edge. She came once again, and he grabbed her by the neck and layered her collarbone with kisses.
“Nix!!! Yes! Fuck me, baby!”
He twisted his hips from left to right, back and forth, moving like he was born to fuck. Resting his forehead against hers, he gripped her shoulder to hold her steady. His prisoner. The swing moved back and forth like a pendulum, faster and faster it swayed, the dizzying red lights and the sounds of Natasha Moseley’s ‘Anything’ taking her under their spell.
“I’m gonna cum, baby!” He grunted, and they peaked at the same time. Her body shivered as he flooded her walls, jerking violently, banging his body into hers with ruthless abandon until he was spent…
Breathing hard, they rested against one another, forehead to forehead, eyes closed… in their own strange world filled with black leather, red lights, twine ropes, metal hooks, and a love connection out of this damn world…
Nixon leaned forward on the bar counter that was now littered with empty glasses, some his and others his colleagues’. In the distance stood his fiancée, wearing a black cape of sorts, paired with a formfitting black bodysuit and thigh high boots. She reminded him of a fucking cat… and he loved every piece of her. He turned away and puffed once on his cigar before resting it on the ashtray.
Oh, what a night… It had been long and he was beginning to feel a buzz. Thankfully, several of his friends were there, as well as his brother, Leo, who’d already agreed to drive him back home once the festivities were through.
This was one of the many parties they’d planned, in celebration of the upcoming wedding between a Satyr and his hardheaded Nymph. He spotted Goldie slinking about in a red bodycon dress and matching red heels. She was being an amazing hostess, ensuring everyone had what they needed. Her hair was pulled taut in a bun, showcasing her pretty face. In fact, the bulk of Yasmine’s friends, who came from all walks of life, were almost as striking as she was. He’d met quite a few of them. Some wore their natural tresses; others wore 30-inch weaves.
Some were skinny as rails, others were short with killer smiles. A few were elegant BBWs that could wear the shit out of a form fitting skirt and had bountiful confidence galore. He loved that she hung around so many different types of women that were definitely on her level. Still, Yasmine held the trophy. Of course, he was biased, but he loved that. It proved that Yasmine wasn’t insecure and didn’t mind hanging out, befriending, and being close to other beautiful women who she regarded as sisters. As if reading his mind, Goldie made eye contact with him at that moment. She made her way over, a glass of red wine in hand, and rested her hand along his shoulder.
“Hey, Nixon. Can I talk to you for a minute?” she stated in his ear.
“Of course.”
“It’s too loud in here. Let’s step out.” He nodded, slipped off his bar stool, and tapped Tex on the back.
“I’ll be right back.” They exited the tavern and stood on the sidewalk.
“Damn, it’s cold out here! Brrrr!” Goldie laughed as she ran her hands up and down her arms. “I’ll make it quick.” He removed his blazer and wrapped it around her shoulders. “Ohhh, thank you!”
“You’re welcome. Can’t have the maid of honor out here freezing her ass off. We need you there for the big day.” They both laughed at that. “So, what’s up?”
“I’m not going to ask you directly, and you don’t even have to answer, but I’m letting you know that I know.”
“You know what?”
She looked at him for a spell, brow arched and lips pursed.
“That you, shall we say, had words with Camden and he scurried away like some damn mouse being chased by a big ass cat. You’re that cat.” He mustered a blank stare. “That’s what I expected from you.” She laughed, the sound light and airy. “Silence. Yasmine said that’s what you do. Typical man…” she quipped. “Anyway, the reason why I’m telling you this is because I want you to know that Yasmine didn’t tell you