Page 27 of Big Nick Energy

“What do you call me, princess?” he growled.

“Daddy,” I moaned.

“Good girl.” He rubbed the sting out of my flesh and started to finger me while his mouth gave my clit very close attention.

“Oh my god.” I was too close.

My cheek pressed into the mattress, and suddenly, I wasn’t on my back. He flipped me over, putting my body on all fours, but when I looked behind me, prepared to find him lining his body up with mine to finally take me, he surprised me. Still on his knees, his face went between my legs, and my head dropped the mattress.

“Oh god!” My muffled cries sounded loud in my own ears.

“Daddy! Daddy! Oh yes!” My high-pitched chants should have embarrassed me, but there was something bout Nick that made me feel so comfortable even when doing something new.

“Fucking hell, look at you.” His head pulled away, and when I glanced at him from over my shoulder, he seemed almost entranced by the view. “So fucking pretty,” he said with awe in his tone. “All mine. All of this is mine, princess.”

“Nick.”

“Tell me. Tell me it’s all mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Every hole,” he groaned.

“Every part of me, Nick. I’m yours, Daddy.”

“Shit!” He licked me again before rising off his haunches. “Get on your back, baby girl,” he instructed quietly. And like his good girl, I did as he asked.

With nothing but love and longing in his gaze, he kissed my knees. Then the tops of my thighs, up to my belly button. There was something entrancing about the way he slowly made his way up my body and covered mine with his before hauling the two of us up higher on the bed, making sure my head was on top of a pillow.

“You still with me, princess?” he asked after a tender kiss.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Nick’s lips pressed against mine. My body stilled because he had just been going down on me, and I had never tasted myself. Almost like reading my thoughts again, he started to speak. “Don’t shy away. Taste yourself,” he ordered, and I did. We kissed, my taste and his tongue.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, like he was in pain. “Sweetest honey I’ve ever had.” I melted at his compliment, and I kissed him with more enthusiasm. I didn’t taste bad. Tangy and maybe a little sweet.

“Will you let me taste you?” I pulled away and asked, my head fuzzy with lust that made my body throb like a live wire.

“Fuck, baby, don’t say shit like that,” he strained. “Not till after I take you.”

“Why?”

“Because just the thought of this pretty mouth,”—he rested his body weight on one arm, his other came up between us, and his fingers brushed my lips—“on my dick has me ready to bust.”

“Isn’t that the point of?—"

“Princess, daddy’s a grown man.”

“I know that.”

“As a grown man, I should be able to control myself. I’m not some one-pump chump. I can’t come. Not yet. Not until I’m inside you.” His thumb moved between my lips, and I sucked on it. Looking into his eyes while I suckled his thick thumb made me feel squirmy. I felt empty. I needed to be filled, and only Nick would do.

“Daddy,” I murmured against his thick thumb.

“You’re going to take me. I’m going to feed your tight little kitty this dick.” He lined himself up against my entrance. I could feel just how hard and hot he was. Yet his skin felt soft. Like metal wrapped around the finest velvet.

“I need you,” I whined impatiently.

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