damn thrust he delivered. He fucked her hard, administering sharp, needy jabs as he held on tight to her hips.
“Feels so good, Nix!”
He reached around and played with her clit, stroking it in slow circles with his thumb.
“You fit me like a glove, baby. Your pussy is incredible. Throw your ass back into me, baby… Yeah… just like that…” The slapping sound from their bodies echoed in the room. He moved faster, held on tighter, filling her pussy like a vessel. She looked straight ahead, clutching a pillow as her body was wracked with an unfathomable orgasm. She bucked, closing her eyes tight.
“Feel it… all of it… let go… let it happen…” he encouraged.
It was a deep orgasm, the kind that was soft and flowy, moved slow and easy. The kind she’d read about but had never had. She felt so connected to him at that moment; he was hers, and she was all his. She’d never had an orgasm like that before, not even by herself with her toys. What an experience, like a spiritual awakening, drawing them closer, linking them. He seemed to know exactly what was happening to her, for his words matched how she felt. She shuddered when he paused and kissed her lower back. Resting one hand on her hip, he pressed his weight on one knee and placed his foot flat on the bed, delivering rapid, upward thrusts. She screamed out in ecstasy, her pussy flooding, dripping, and flowing.
He was quiet, so quiet for a while, but then he emitted a sudden roar and spilled inside her with fast, ruthless jabs. Her sensitive spots ached as he toyed with her, abused her love, but she needed it… every bit of his massive, insatiable dick. When he’d finished, he undid the handcuffs from her ankles and tossed them on the nightstand. He picked her up, placed her over his lap like a doll, and kissed her cheek. She hugged him tight, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding on, as if he were the greatest man in the world. At that moment, she certainly felt like it.
“Yasmine…”
“Yes?” She smiled and stroked his hair.
“When you are handicapped, you get stronger. Blindfolding someone, rendering them visionless, seems like a disability, but it’s an empowerment, depending on how you want to look at it. Today, someone you trusted blindfolded you without your consent. You tried to address the situation, but your other senses weren’t heightened enough yet to understand the problem in front of you. The situation is too fresh. You were blindsided by your emotions, and understandably so. As long as you can still hear, touch, taste or smell, you’re still armed. Focus on your what you gained, not on what you lost.”
He looked deeply into her eyes and stroked her arm, then leaned in for a kiss. She loved the feel of his soft lips against hers.
“I understand exactly what you mean now.”
“Good. Use what you can to win, to turn this around. I know you will; you would have even without this conversation. Sometimes we just need to be reminded of all the tools in our arsenal, is all.”
Suddenly, her phone rang. It was rather late at night, so that surprised her. She reached out for it but Nixon pushed her aside and answered. She lunged at him, sheets flying about, but he intercepted her and pinned her down against the headboard, his body keeping her prisoner. Her heart pounded in her chest as he forced her legs open and grinded against her pussy. As cool and calm as he pleased, he pressed the speaker phone dial, then spoke…
“Hello, who is this?” He placed his hand over her mouth and entered her with an exacting thrust. Her eyes rolled and thankfully he muted her harsh scream. The headboard slammed over and over into the wall as he fucked her.
“I called someone, and you don’t sound like that someone. Who is this?”
Goldie!
She tried to free herself from Nixon’s imprisonment, but it was no use. He smiled big and bold as he rode her hard.
“This is Nixon…”
“Ahhh, Nixon.” Goldie gave her typical cool, calm, and collected laugh. “I’ve heard about you.”
“I’ve heard about you, too.” He tossed the phone on the bed, bit into his lower lip, and winked as he kept fucking her.
“So, it seems that, uh, Yasmine has company this evening.”
“So it seems that she does. I’m sure she’ll want to talk to you though. Just hold on a second.”