Page 25 of Big Nick Energy

“At night,” I whispered. He made a growly sound that felt like it vibrated through his chest. I leaned in closer, soaking in his body heat and loving the way his hairy chest felt. “I’d think about you touching me. Making me…” Heat coursed through my body. “Making me come.”

“And did you touch this?“ His hand moved between my legs. But instead of grabbing me, the outside of his fingers stroked my soaked panties. “Did you touch your pretty pussy when you thought about me?” My breath hitched, and I nodded quickly. “When did that start?” His question made my face heat up.

God, this was so wrong yet so good.

“I shouldn’t tell you that,” I whispered. His head leaned in closer, and his arm wrapped around my waist tighter, but he didn’t move me from sitting on his thighs.

“Why?”

“Because I was with––“ My voice died into silence. His eyes cast a glow. They were more yellowish than caramel in that moment as he pieced it together.

It’d always been Nick for me.

Even when I tried to deny it to myself. I hadn’t known him, we barely knew one another now, but my soul seemed to know his.

“Hmm,” he grunted his approval. “That’s a good girl. Always thinking about daddy. Only daddy.” I shivered at his words. “Open wide, princess,” Daddy ordered. I could have fainted right then and there from how turned on I was.Is that even a thing? Getting so horny you faint?Looking at Nick, I knew if it was, it would be with a man like him. I spread my thighs like he’d asked me to, and he rewarded me immediately. Nick’s hand brushed the seam of my lacey panties.

“Such pretty, pink panties. Tell me, baby girl, did you pick out these pretty panties and bras hoping daddy would see them?”

“Yes,” I admitted on a short breath.

“Good girl.” Nick’s nose brushed against mine. “You wanted to see me today.” I noticed his breathing was flowing, shallow.

“I always want to see you,” I confessed.

“Fucking hell, baby girl,” he growled. His talented, thick finger pulled on the gusset of my panty, moving the material aside.

The cool air made goose bumps rise on my skin, but I didn’t blink. My gaze was set on his while he touched me. His light touch as he caressed my pussy lips made me want to squirm, but I didn’t move. I didn’t dare.

“So wet,” he mumbled to himself. His nose flared again, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob. “You’re so damn soft, princess. Shit,” he cursed under his breath. I moaned.

Finally,was all I could think.

I knew how ridiculous that sounded. It had only been three days since he had stopped by and this whole thing had somewhat started, but it felt like I had been waiting forever to feel his touch. My whole body felt hot and alive, and all I could think about was him fingering me. Filling me up, getting me off with his hand and then something bigger. Thicker.

“Daddy,” I squeaked, and his lips twitched.

“You like it when I touch you, Blanca?” he asked, his lips touching mine. Sipping and nipping lightly with featherlight kisses.

“Yes,” I moaned, resting my forehead against his.

“What did you do when you touched yourself late at night thinking about daddy?” I tried to focus on the conversation, but it was hard. Especially when it seemed like my hips had a mind of their own. I gyrated against his fingers, trying to get closer with more pressure. My eyes widened when his fingers left my pussy, and he took hold of my hand.

“Show me,” he ordered with an edge to his voice.

“Show you?” I whispered. I felt like a fish out of water. I’d never done anything like this, not even close. He nodded slowly.

“Be my good girl, Blanca. Show me how you touched that pretty, little kitty late at night when you thought about me.” Heat coursed through me.

“Will you––“ My eyes dropped to the hard bulge rubbing the side of my thigh.

“You want daddy to show you how he played thinking about you?” I nodded. I couldn’t string together the three-lettered word. I was drunk off Nick and the possibility of what lay ahead tonight.

With one hand still around my waist, the one on my hand left, and I watched as he pulled his cock out from the waistband of the pajama pants. He was beautiful and terrifying all at once. I’d known he would be big. I might be a virgin, but there was no way Nick Marsh could be the way he was, with that confidence and sex appeal, without having something pretty big between his legs.

“You’re so big.” The words tumbled past my lips on accident, but I wasn’t embarrassed about it. The BDE radiated from him with every breath he took.But looking at him?How thick and long and beautifully curved he was? The tip red and mottled andangry, already wet with droplets leaking out, I had no idea how he was going to fit inside of me. He must have sensed my worry because he rested his forehead against mine.

“We’ll fit,” he promised quietly. I blinked and nodded. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” I swallowed, not sure if I believed him. I’d heard horror stories about how painful it was that first time.

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