Hot, Hard & Howling - OpenDrive

Mari Freeman
He moved around her, working the knife expertly, and her shorts were shredded as fast
as the t-shirt had been, leaving her hanging naked and facing his intense gaze.
He swung one of the swings over the upper beam twice, studied the height for a
moment then reached over and cut the rope that had been holding Nell to the beam.
Trent took no time to soothe her weak and tingling arms before he bent her forward
over the swing, resting her stomach on the thick rubber seat. With her hands still bound
together, Nell tried to gain some sense of balance but she couldn’t find anything to hold
on to. Her toes barely touched the ground, just as they had when she was upright. The
position left her completely vulnerable, forced to let her body fall forward and do the
best she could to balance with the toes of her boots and the swing seat.
Trent held her hips as he lowered himself to a kneeling position behind her. With
her head hanging forward, she could see his bent knees between her legs. He roughly
pulled her cheeks apart and leaned in to run his pointed tongue from her throbbing clit
to her ass and back with little gentleness.
Nell gasped at the intensity of the unexpected sensation. The rough treatment of her
ass checks was contradictory to the silky touch of his tongue as he lingered over her clit,
teasing her until her legs trembled, leaving only her weight and Trent’s hands holding
her in the seat. With tightly closed eyes, Nell concentrated on the wind howling
through the tops of the pines, the smell of a distant campfire mixed with that of the
damp, mossy ground and the feel of Trent’s skin against hers. She wanted to memorize
the moment Trent Nicholas gave in, the moment she gave in.
She felt him stand and heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. She tried to look
back but he grasped her shoulders, pushing her down, holding her in place. Leaning
forward, he wrapped his bigger body over hers, nuzzled his face in the back of her
hair—and gave a small growl as he buried himself balls-deep into her dripping pussy.
“Trent!” Nell almost squealed.
He pushed her forward, using the swing to move her body away from his, until just
the tip of his cock was inside her. He was so hard and she could feel the ridge of his
head pulling against her opening, then he yanked her back, reseating himself forcefully
and wrenching a gasping moan from Nell.
“Hush, baby.” Again he withdrew, pushing her forward before pulling her back,
grunting and driving his cock into her depths.
Arms dangling and unable to do more than hold her head up, Nell let herself
experience complete surrender to Trent Nicholas. She was, for the moment anyway, his,
completely and without question. His to do with as he pleased, and it was the most
liberating feeling she had ever known. She tightened the muscles gripping his cock, to
let him know she could still add to his pleasure, to show him she wanted this and
would contribute to her surrender. He gripped her hips hard, let out a roaring growl
and increased his speed. With each thrust of his cock Nell grunted uncontrollably,
which seemed to become more guttural and animalistic as his arousal, and his pace,
increased.
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