Page 69 of Toxic

I find myself disrobing sooner than I anticipate. My clothes are in a puddle on the floor. I kick them aside without thought. My dick is beating its own rhythm demanding to be satisfied.

Grabbing the base, I can’t take my eyes off her slick pussy closed to me from the front.

“I’ve never had your ass, wife. May I have it?” I chuckle, watching her shake her head furiously.

“I could if I wanted to,” I say, ignoring the thrum of my dick that wants to bury itself so bad in her hot little pussy.

Spreading her fat ass cheeks, I lick her from the back. She squirms then relaxes into me letting me take her with my tongue.

I pull back. “I’m a nasty motherfucker, you know that.” Easing my finger inside, I watch her bottom hole suck me in. Her ass is so tight, come slips from my dick at the sight.

“So fucking pretty, the way you take me back here.” My praise relaxes her more. “Look at you taking me in your ass like a good girl,” I say, finger fucking her ass. I keep my pace steady covering her hot mound laving and sucking. She arches beautifully as she comes on my tongue.

I take my time bringing her down from bliss. Her pussy gleams like a newly shined diamond. I’m simply captivated. She’s a demi-goddess of sex incarnate, and I will gladly yield my devotion. The need to worship her nearly brings me to my knees. She is everything I’ve ever wanted, needed, and desired. There has never been another since the moment I laid eyes on her at that charity gala, and I will die happy in her arms should she will it. I am hers.

Guiding her body until she is parallel to me, I secure her in a safe position. As delightful and feeding to my power having her hand upside down is, I know how dangerous it is. It has served its purpose of raising her endorphins.

Looking at her closely, I see her pupils are blown with the aftershocks of pleasure.

“Pretty little cumslut, did you like the way I made you my feast?” Making myself eye level with her I take my time unraveling her mouth.

“You will take me down your throat,” I tell her. “Then if you’re a really good wife I will fill your tight little pussy up.” She gasps, taking long pulls of air through her mouth even though her nose remained uncovered the whole time. She’s cute in her dramatics.

“You will not speak unless I give you leave,” I snap, loving the way her eyes snap with fire.

“Such a naughty fucking girl, aren’t you?” My laugh is a low, dark menace even to my own ears.

“Yes,” she answers in a way that makes my dick jump. Licking her lips could be a reaction from having the stretch of my rope but I don’t think it’s that. She wants to taste my dick. Her eyes track from my face to my distended member. She sucks her little plump lip into her mouth, the way she does when she wants what only I can give her.

“Perhaps, I’m asking too much of you,’ I tease, stroking myself bringing my seed up to the tip. We both watch as it drips over the edge of my head.

Dejection fills her eyes as it falls to the floor. Gotdamn. To have someone want me this much shoots my ego into another stratosphere. Makes me want to be worthy of the pleasure she’ll eventually give and return it by double measures.

“Something wrong, little dove?” Taking a drop with the tip of my finger, I press between her sumptuous lips, watching her suck the drop, feeling her tongue wrap around my finger drawing me into the warmth of her mouth.

I could come right now. Retracting my finger, our gazes meet. So much want, so much need, so much fucking promise.

Still, I have more work to do.

Repositioning the claw clamp to the center of her back, I fold her in two. Hands to ankles, bound beautifully for my sole use and her guaranteed pleasure.

Her pussy presses out to the back, freely exposed to me. Hot, glistening, and ready.

It takes everything in me, every bit of the samurai upbringing my beloved father tried to instill into me, the discipline of my mother, and the thousands of hours of the most brutal therapy to holdHimback and keep me from burying my face in her fat ass pussy that’s beckoning me with pretty promise.

If I truly believed in the deity who abandoned me so many years ago, I would call on him now for fortitude.

“Such a pretty pussy,” I muse, loving this position as I watch her spin suspended before me. All her pressure points are covered. Her nipples confined. Her clit trapped between the press of her thick thighs. Every time I wind her, more pressure is placed on her erogenous zones.

Idly I spin watching the transformation take place. The stress on her body in this position is evenly balanced, however the consistent rubbing of the rope on her tenderest flesh is like I’m caressing her all at once. The simultaneous pleasuring does in minutes what individual attention attempts to do in an entire night of hedonistic gratification.

Essence slips over her tight little pussy, she’s biting back moans yet rubbing against the robe partnering in her torture. She’s loving it.

Mesmerized watching the exquisite torture I slowly stroke my dick from root to tip until I find myself stopping her and bringing her mouth to cover me.

Eagerness has her taking me a touch too fast making her gag. “Slow the fuck down and take this dick down your throat like I taught you,” I ground out, not wanting her to hurt herself but loving that shit all the same.

“Yesssss,” I say fucking into her mouth as she catches her rhythm. Slowly I fuck her throat, letting her gag a little then holding her in place pushing farther knowing she can take more. Withdrawing I do it again and again loving the heat and the hot suction she gives me. “Just like that, little dove. Please your man,” I say.

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