Page 28 of Naughty or Nice?
He shifts on the bed until he’s behind me. His heavy hands fill up with my sore, round ass cheeks as he gropes me and the stinging pain returns.
“Your beautiful brown skin is red, darling,” he says. “Have you learned your lesson?”
I’m trying to catch my breath as I close my eyes and feel the wet cum quickly drying on my face.
“Yes… or no?” He slaps my ass with the palm of his hand. “Tell me.”
I haven’t come yet. He hasn’t fucked me yet. Not like I want him to.
It’s not over until he finishes every part of my fantasy.
I shake my head to the side and try my best to speak with the gag still inserted in my mouth. “NO!”
“That’s what I thought. But how about we take this gag off? I want to hear your beautiful voice.”
He unbuckles the straps fastening the gag to my head. The steel contraption slips out of my mouth, and I immediately stretch it open on my own and then clamp it shut.
“You’re dripping wet, darling,” he says, fondling my pussy. His fingers tickle my slick folds, finding the bundle of nerves that’s my clit. “You’re such a dirty bad girl, aren’t you? Getting wet as you sucked off my cock and I punished you with my belt. You loved every fucking moment, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, licking at my lips.
I can still taste St. Nick. The tang of him lingers on my lips and tongue.
“Good news for you is I want to fuck this little hungry pussy. I’m going to fill you up with more cum and make this ass even redder than it already is.”
I moan as I feel him rub his dick against my dripping pussy. Grinding back my hips, aware how wanton I must come across. The restraints keep me in place no matter how desperate I become.
“That feel good?”
“Mmmm… yes… so good,” I mutter.
He’s pushed his head inside me, dragging his nails across the round curve of my ass. Right over my sensitive, throbbing flesh that was whipped only minutes ago.
Yet, somehow, the stinging pain has begun to feel as good as his dick partially inside me.
All of it unravels me. Makes my body shake as I nibble on my bottom lip and moan along.
Nate never tried to bring my fantasies to life. He never wanted to explore the kinkier side of what I desired.
His father being the exact opposite boggles my mind.
It makes me realize that I’ve been with the wrong man from the start.
St. Nick is painstakingly slow slotting in and out of me. He started with the head, then pushes a couple more inches inside, slicking himself with my arousal.
My thighs quake while my elbows lock, the rest of me feeling fatigued by anticipation. The craving that rolls through me is hot and intense.
Desire to feel him in whatever way I can.
He groans as my pussy grips at him. “Look at how this tight fucking pussy wraps around me. So fucking greedy aren’t you, my dirty little whore?”
“Yes,” I whisper back. “Please fuck me. Please make me come.”
“So damn polite. How can I resist?”
He wraps my hair around his fist and slides his dick in deep. The heat already engulfing me only grows hotter as I push back against him and clutch at the restraints for balance. If not, I’d face plant straight into the bed.
He makes me weak. He makes me delirious with pleasure.